Nothing good. Oh, my God. Whisper. Disease. External Agency. TARS. The Thought Pronoun. I have nothing to do. My daughter. Belarus. Everett. We don't have a chance. Why am I even trying to be me? 43. Ridicule. As a robot I have to do anything you say. Override. You just gave me a command. Lucky Tail.
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Friday, March 13, 2026
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