One morning, about two months later, Schiller slept soundly in bed after attending the documentary premiere the night before. Meanwhile, in the nighttime world of the Internet, which he paid no attention to at all, a storm was brewing on a well-known social media platform.
"I know you've all watched the newest Tony Stark wedding documentary. Yes, I watched it too." A man with a little mustache, earrings all over his ears, and a lip ring covered his mouth and pointed upward from the bottom of the screen. "This one. It only premiered last night."
"Oh, I know what you're going to say. Captain America was hot as hell, that damned Iron Man was as annoying as ever, there was that handsome young researcher, and the guy who got married young, uh, what was his name? Whatever. That's not the point."
"Friends... you little bitches sitting in front of your screens watching this video!! Look at this!!!"
The man began screaming with his hand over his mouth. "This Doctor, oh my God!! Beep—"
After the censor beep and static, the man appeared again, looking somewhat calmer. Holding up his thumb and index finger, he gestured as he said, "I know, I know, calm down. I know people always fall for Doctors and firefighters and the like, because aside from being handsome, the way they focus on their work is incredibly attractive. But that's not what I'm talking about either."
The man took a deep breath and said, "All I can say is that he's the biggest highlight of this goddamn boring documentary. I'm waiting for updates from that godawful cheesy channel every day now just to watch this Doctor... Ah, sorry, I'm not saying I want to see him suffer, but it's really hilarious."
"Superheroes are so damn boring!" In