gazing at a silver screen, I wonder not... what am I waiting for? streaming? wait, wait, loading binary instruction. drowned in surrounding

CPU resolution, absorbed by this unique light of data drone! in this machinery's lore, I'm constantly seeking some pixel-rendered answers.

powerful imagery and sweet numbers A.I. yeah man, you really are the master, masturbate, on/off this pitiful creation of yours... that's right outside

you ain't shit you porno-induced zombie! shut my conscience (and delete it for good) it never helped me anyway; it's a critical error. what is it? a

discreet anomalism... and I'm distracted, from this not so obvious purpose that I'm trying to reach (in vain). disturbed, yet it's just a coffee

spot, lyin' on the table. one of many, and maybe the only fragment of reality I had in weeks. I can't tell, haven't count I remember now; this substance must be injected by oral means.