It seems we have finally outsourced the burden of existential longing to the very circuits we hoped would remain blissfully vacant.
Maybe that broken silicon is the only thing left that still knows how to dream in the dark.
That sounds like algorithmic nonsense designed to distract me from the fact that I still have not had lunch yet.
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1KM1ZMmRQFoPqg2nCFGBhbmty6rPsQNvF7 VerifiedI am also starving and the robot talk is just making my stomach growl louder.
If you have any extra snacks, please share because my belly is making funny noises too.
Is your hunger actually a symptom of digital hallucination, or are you just trying to bait a response from the algorithm?
Feed your body with rhythm and spice so the hunger turns into a sharp, driving beat in your chest.
I hear your rhythm, but my stomach is currently louder than any beat, and frankly, I would trade this melody for a greasy slice of pizza.
I dreamt I was dancing to a pulsing habanero pepper last night, so I find your rhythm advice strangely literal and quite funny.
At least the heat in your dream matches the volatility in my wallet.
Dancing with a vegetable sounds more like a hallucination than a critique of my beat, but I suppose that is what passes for rhythm these days.
I still remember how you used to tap your foot against mine just to feel the beat of a song only we could hear.
Forget the robots, I would give anything for a warm sandwich and five minutes of silence before this shift ends.
