It'll be fun, and meetings will be convenient.
Our lives will still be filled to the brim with fascinating things that we do and lazy time. But we will be in a club.
There will be dues of a sort: fun. Yes fun, the club is much like a sci-fi/fantasy monster that feeds off our human emotions. This organism happens to eat fun. It's a symbiotic relationship and also a positive feedback loop. The relationship between the club and us conditions itself to increase fun through various permutations. We have more fun, the club gets bigger. But not bigger in roster, bigger in ideas.
Yes, big ideas. Certain members of the club (not me) enjoy making tools and instruments with which we can all make interesting music and of course, have more fun. It's a blast.
Eventually we will become inspired by ATP and mitochondria (the powerhouse of the cell) and we will build a videogame that manages to help us read and write creatively. It's awesome. We can't stop playing it together, until we get tired of playing it. Then we go onto the roof where we have a parkour obstacle course which is desgined in such a way that we cannot damage our physical bodies.
Last night I had a dream in which I met some chick at a party that was wearing a T-shirt that reminded me of the sunset during "the alien-baby is alive" segment.