🎠The Ministry of Lost Headsets
[Scene opens in a dimly lit office. A giant sign reads: "MINISTRY OF OVERLY DRAMATIC COMPLAINTS."]
Clerk (played by John Cleese): Next! State your complaint, preferably in a needlessly theatrical fashion.
OP (bursting in, waving arms): My Meta glasses have been stolen! A great injustice! A tragedy! A calamity of modern engineering! And Meta - a giant company that makes billions - refuses to install GPS, satellite tracking, thermal imaging, and possibly a small nuclear reactor in my headset!
Clerk: Headset?
OP: Yes, glasses. Headset. Same thing. Both go on the head. Don't interrupt.
Clerk: Right. And what would you like us to do?
OP: FIND IT! Track it! Hunt it down like a rogue wildebeest! I can see when it's online, so clearly you should be able to triangulate its position using the moon, the tides, and the Wi‑Fi of nearby squirrels!
Clerk: Ah yes, the old squirrel‑based geolocation system. Very reliable. Except for the part where it doesn't exist.
[Enter Consultant #1, wearing a deerstalker hat.]
Consultant #1: Have you tried… calling the police?
OP: The police? Don't be absurd! I want Meta to deploy a global manhunt!
[Enter Visionary #1, carrying a large GPS antenna the size of a canoe.]
Visionary #1: Look, even if we did add GPS, it wouldn't help. The Quest has no cellular radio, no always‑on Wi‑Fi, no Bluetooth mesh, no carrier pigeons, no magical homing crystals-
OP: So add them!
Visionary #1: To the one that's already been stolen?
OP: YES!
Visionary #1: Right. I'll just pop into the thief's living room and solder it on, shall I?
[Enter Consultant #2, carrying a magnifying glass and a pipe.]
Consultant #2: Perhaps we could activate one of our Sherlock Holmes apps. Holmes and Watson could track your headset, apprehend the villain, and be home in time for tea.
OP: Finally! Someone sensible!
Consultant #2: Of course, they only work if the headset is turned on, connected to Wi‑Fi, not factory‑reset, and not located inside a 47‑storey apartment building.
OP: …So you're saying there's a chance?
[Enter MVP #1, wearing sunglasses indoors.]
MVP #1: Mate, even if you did get a location, what would you do? Knock on every door? "Hello, have you seen my glasses‑that‑are‑actually‑a‑headset?" Just call the police.
OP (dramatically collapsing to the floor): But Meta is a giant company that makes billions!
Clerk: Yes, and yet somehow they still haven't opened a Department of Psychic Headset Recovery. Shocking, really.
[Everyone nods solemnly.]
Clerk: Right then. Case closed. Next!
[A man enters holding a toaster.]
Man: My toaster won't connect to Wi‑Fi.
Clerk: Ah! A reasonable request at last.
[Curtain falls.]