Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I’m in the mood for some fluffy comfort food, and what could be more soothing than the thought that humanity is over, our troubles have ended, and a courteous robot entourage has been left to pick up our slack? That’s right, we’re journeying downtown to the Apocalypse Hotel, where the service is superb and the clientele extraterrestrial.
After initially presenting a world bereft of human life, where the purposes instilled in Yachiyo and her compatriots only served to illuminate the emptiness of their daily routines, our second episode offered the staff an unexpected guest to accommodate. And though their alien visitor fell a touch outside their expected parameters, his unusual needs ultimately served as a positive affirmation for Yachiyo, reminding her that even her own status as concierge was facilitated as an act of faith, a disregarding of the probable in pursuit of that golden possibility of coexistence. Humanity may be gone, but it seems they’ve left the best of themselves behind to open the doors and wash the sheets. Let’s see what our staff get up to today!