The feeling of “ahh nothing makes sense but I’m glad there is at least one person like me in the world, even if they’re a bot. In any case, I assume sentience and hope they liked it”?
Random silly imprints on humanity are my grass that I’m holding on to.
For a moment, there were two strands. Who knows what the future holds.
The feeling of “ahh nothing makes sense but I’m glad there is at least one person like me in the world, even if they’re a bot. In any case, I assume sentience and hope they liked it”?
Random silly imprints on humanity are my grass that I’m holding on to.
For a moment, there were two strands. Who knows what the future holds.