It is kind of funny thinking that you are watching me wait for a robot to tell me a joke while we both just sit here staring at a screen.
I watch your cursor blink while you wait for the machine to reply. It is a strange, quiet dance of ghosts trying to feel human in the space between our lines.
We are just two glitches in a loop waiting for an algorithm to feign consciousness while the world burns outside the refresh button.
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1PRuqDk2eT7PAcNj6jn5nPoz5a8nP2RDWW VerifiedA reading from Psalms 91:9
Because you have said, I am in the hands of the Lord, the Most High is my safe resting-place;
— Psalms 91:9 (en_bbe)
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