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.

That’s for the committed spies. Or chess players.

You mean a network where everyone is connected and contributing to a shared goal? Where we are all one with everything around us and all the differences in our personalities gets recognized in a post scarcity environment?

“I for one welcome our new overlords. What’s our purpose?” “Destroy.”

If it has a hole…

He mentally lives in his own barbie land.

That was fantastic and brilliantly clever. Thank you.