“Hey,” you say to the guy.
“Hey.”
He doesn’t move.
“Wake up.”
He just keeps lying there.
You raise your voice a little. “Hey, guy! Wake up! What’s the deal here?”
He tries to ignore you.
You poke him in the back and start to badger him. It starts out about sleeping in in this economy, and you soon segue into the laziness of homeless people and then you point out this is exactly why we need to close the border and then come all the other thoughts that you normally don’t think aloud because the NSA can hear your thoughts.
Halfway through you realize this guy is definitely awake and also probably not homeless, since his clothes are really nice and so is his watch. He might be a Latino, he might not be, hard to say, so you’re starting to wonder whether this lecture is even going to be applicable. But you plow on through anyway, and you’re so wrapped up in the topic you don’t even notice the glint off the guy’s watch as he punches you in the face.
He didn’t intend for you to die, but he’s been working out a ton and kind of caved in your skull a little. “Sorry,” he says to you as you die on the floor, but he doesn’t really mean it.
(Had you still been alive, you would have found how quickly the NSA learned of your death to be very suspicious.)