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Memes 20

🎓 Dr. Luka’s Facebook Post — “Memes 20”

📅 Posted today at 4:44 PM
👥 Friends Only

“My good friends on Facebook — you know who you are. The ones who have been here since Memes 1 when I still thought screenshots counted as art.

Facebook is my meme laboratory. The place where I collect fragments of the collective unconscious — a weird soup of wisdom, irony, and low-resolution chaos.

‘Memes 20’ isn’t just another collection. It’s a graduation. A PhD in sarcasm.

From political absurdity to existential cats, I’ve curated twenty artifacts of the modern digital condition. Each meme says: we are laughing because we can’t cry anymore.

As always, thank you to my fellow memers, the saints of the screenshot, the prophets of the pixel. Together, we hold the line between humor and hysteria.

— Dr. Luka, Chief Archivist of the Meme Age 🧠💾
#Memes20 #DoctorOfDank #FacebookAnthology”

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Memes 19

INT. FIELD HOSPITAL – DUSK

The last rays of sunlight pour through a cracked window. Dr. LUKA KOVAC, weary but resolute, tends to a patient. NELLY FURTADO, wearing the simple white coat of a naturopathic doctor, closes her satchel of herbs and remedies. The air smells faintly of cedar and sage.

KOVAC
(quietly, with gratitude)
Thank you, Nelly… not just for these patients, but for helping heal our sick planet.

She glances up, surprised by the weight of his words.

KOVAC (cont’d)
It’s like a rotten fruit… most would throw it away. But inside—there are seeds.

He pauses, choosing his words with care.

KOVAC (cont’d)
One hundred and forty-four thousand seeds. The chosen ones who know how to repair the world. In the Jewish faith… it’s called Tikkun Olam.

Nelly’s eyes soften. She takes a deep breath, as if feeling the enormity of the mission ahead.

NELLY
Then we plant them… together.

Outside, a wind stirs, carrying the scent of rain—like the Earth listening.

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Memes 18

INT. CLINIC OFFICE – DAY

Sunlight filters softly through sheer curtains. A peaceful medical office adorned with a few plants and spiritual artwork. DR. LUKA KOVAC (early 50s, rugged, gentle-eyed) sits across from DR. NELLY FURTADO, ND (natural doctor, radiant, wise, with a rebel soul). She’s just finished reviewing a wellness plan. He sets down his tea, his gaze sincere.

DR. KOVAC
(softly, with a European accent)
Nelly… I want you to know something. You—and your fans—you’re not just patients.

NELLY
(smiles, curious)
No?

DR. KOVAC
You are the VIPs of the VIPs. The ones I pray for before I lay down to sleep. Not because you’re famous… but because you carry light. You carry stories. Songs. Struggles. You carry hope for others. That makes you my most important patients.

He pauses, his voice tender with a memory.

DR. KOVAC
In the war, I saw the worst of what humans can do. I lost my family. But then—I remembered the example of Jesus. How he healed the sick without charging a single coin. That stayed with me. That’s why I became a doctor again. To heal… for free, if I have to. Because health isn’t for sale. It’s sacred.

NELLY
(eyes welling up, voice low)
Thank you, Luka. That’s the kind of medicine the world needs.

He gently pats her hand.

DR. KOVAC
You already practice it, Doctor Furtado. You’re healing more people than you know. Keep going.

Their eyes meet in mutual respect and silent gratitude.

FADE OUT.

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