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Written 1 month and 1 day ago
Fuel, Fight, and Fix What’s Broken
I didn’t go looking for Gas Station Simulator. It found me—late one night, tucked beside my grandmother’s hospital bed, the room dim except for the soft beeping of machines. Her prostate cancer diagnosis had knocked the wind out of our whole family. In between appointments and teary silences, I booted up this strange little indie game, expecting distraction. Instead, I found meaning.
Here’s the pitch: you inherit a derelict gas station off a lonely highway. Everything is busted, ugly, forgotten. But little by little, you sweep the sand, repaint the walls, fix broken pumps, and—somehow—bring it all back to life. I’d play while Grandma slept. As her body fought the invisible war inside her, I was outside, virtually patching walls, restocking soda, and blasting country music into the desert sky. It felt absurdly healing. Every broken part I fixed in that game was like reclaiming some small hope in a world that felt rigged against us.
What hit me hardest wasn’t just the comfort of the loop, it was what the game revealed by contrast. In Gas Station Simulator, effort equals progress. You work, and things get better. But outside the game? Grandma was fighting for her life while also fighting insurance reps. My friends are working two jobs and still can't afford rent. Whole towns are drying up while billionaires race to privatize oxygen.
Let’s be real: the rich run this place now. Not just America—most countries. They’ve replaced governance with shareholder reports. They've turned housing into investment portfolios. Meanwhile, we’re gasping for air under systems designed to squeeze every last drop from us. AI is accelerating that squeeze. It’s not just automating labor it’s automating control. Replacing workers with code, replacing compassion with efficiency, replacing people with profit margins. And then telling us to “adapt” while they rewrite the rules midgame.
Gas Station Simulator shouldn’t feel revolutionary. But it does because it offers a glimpse of a world where community matters, where your labor rebuilds something tangible, where decency has value. That shouldn’t be fantasy. That should be reality.
So here’s what I’m saying; play the game. Soak in its weird, beautiful rhythm. Let it remind you that fixing what’s broken is sacred work. But when you power down, don’t just sigh and return to the grind. Look around. Look at what’s being taken from us—jobs, health, dignity, time with our loved ones & get mad. Organize. March. Unionize. Vote with fire in your gut. Demand better. Demand humanity.
Because we deserve a world where our grandparents don’t go bankrupt to live. Where our labor builds more than someone else’s yacht. Where care is a right, not a luxury.