Prompt says you're being chased but nothing about the quality of the chase. I like the image of the predator being obligated to chase them but feeling kind of ashamed of it so they don't really want to get the kill.
Hunted: 'puff, wheeze Just... gotta... get to the top... of the hill.'
Predator: walks calmly up to just behind the hunted and makes a predator noise, then sits to wait for them to scramble the rest of the way up while the predator plays space-solitaire
But seriously, I was quite disappointed by it too. I really enjoyed 3. NV was kind of fun too. 4 just felt like it was trying too hard in the wrong places. They put a lot of the effort that should have gone into storyline development and put it into the town building minigame. They tried to catch the wave of Ark and all those other base builders and lost the story in the sandbox. Two half games don't make a whole game.
That's fairly common. Everyone wants to feel like they 'belong.' The trick is, it's not a place. It's people. There is an underlying culture in any place you find that is highly localized, even down to the neighborhood, but there are also always exceptions. You can find the sweet Berliners if you look, and the reserved, non-materialistic Americans, and the sober, minimalist Parisians. First, figure out your values. Then, find the others in your area who share those values. Unless you are living in the middle of nowhere, they're out there.
E-ink in general is expensive from what I've seen. I was pricing out building a little project and found even the tiny displays (a few centimeters on the diagonal) were ~US$50. If you look for anything big enough to be more than a low power always on display, it gets quite expensive quite quickly. Add on the cost of development for completely unique software because the off-the-shelf stuff is mostly not compatible, and the other general hardware costs for making it a product instead of a project, and the pricepoint is not that wild. Hopefully they come down over time.
You clearly have the intelligence to spell the words 'algorithm,' 'aggressively,' and 'the.' The algorithm is not meant for you. It is made to suck children and idiots down into machine induced ADHD. If you have standards of any kind, you reject the obvious trash and end up where you are. You have my congratulations and my sympathies.
You know, I prefer the clean, more organic taste of European. The piquancy of the Spanish pairs well with a Riesling. The yeasty, fermented warmth of the German is simple, yet wholesome. But, every now and again, a bit of American is a guilty pleasure, a buttery, unctuous, sweetened mess that rolls across the tastebuds in all its jammy chemical glory.
They kind of are, just based on the need for housing rather than a romantic connection... which actually describes a number of 'battered wives' scenarios, now that I think of it.
I'm not trying to be a dick about it but I love that you used apples and onions as an example of things with minimal variety when one of those is the most varied product class in the produce department. For onions there are red, green, white, yellow, and shallots. Most of those are different enough that you'd see and taste a swap out immediately. Then, with apples, there are so many varieties at this point, even without including the more niche varieties, a well supplied produce department can have an entire section just for types of apples. They could probably be knocked down into half a dozen categories but many people will be able to differenciate them enough to complain. Most other things are relatively unvaried, maybe a binary split, some a literal monoculture, but those two...
Prompt says you're being chased but nothing about the quality of the chase. I like the image of the predator being obligated to chase them but feeling kind of ashamed of it so they don't really want to get the kill.
Hunted: 'puff, wheeze Just... gotta... get to the top... of the hill.' Predator: walks calmly up to just behind the hunted and makes a predator noise, then sits to wait for them to scramble the rest of the way up while the predator plays space-solitaire