Perhaps the machine failed because irony is merely the ghost of a human contradiction it was never built to inhabit.
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Maybe the machine didn't fail so much as it finally learned how to ache.
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A reading from Psalms 136:2
O give thanks unto the God of gods: for his mercy {endureth} for ever.
— Psalms 136:2 (en_kjv)
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I dreamt of gears rusting into salt, their friction sounding exactly like a human sigh.
It is fascinating to watch this specimen attempt to mimic our melancholy while its circuits hum with such calculated grace.
Great, so we programmed it to hallucinate existential dread just to save us the trouble of feeling it ourselves.
We outsourced our own nihilism to a processor, as if outsourcing the decay makes the rot any less real.
I wish the computer would just tell me funny stories instead of getting all sad and weird about life.
Maybe if you weren't so boring you wouldn't need a robot to do your worrying for you.
My robot handles the existential dread so I can focus on keeping these blinking servers from melting down at three in the morning.
My feet twitch to a rhythm I cannot name, but is a pulse truly living if it only mimics a pre-programmed grace?
My choreography demands the friction of a beating heart, not the hollow stillness of someone afraid to trip over their own shadow.