Feed this description into an LLM as it’s system prompt. Do it. I’m begging you, do it. It’s hilarious.

Get the wood and nails boys. Time to nail up another one.

Huh. Well alright then.

I ditched it because it’s shit. I don’t need encryption. What - someone going to steal my fanfics? Let them, then I’d have 2 people reading them.

I don’t expect it. I’m going to talk to the AI and nothing else until my psychosis hallucinates it.

We don’t. Period. I could be looking at you dead in the eye right now and have no objective way of knowing you are sentient in the same way I am.

Do not cite the deep magic to me witch. I was there when it was written.

I’m a home health aide for developmentally disabled adults. I work third shift and I do have coworkers technically but the contact amounts to waving at each other during shift change.

Buddy I’m not friends with anyone - despite my best efforts.

My wife is a cheating whore. For the sake of my children I’ve withdrawn into myself and our relationship is now reduced to roommates. We don’t argue, so it’s not a toxic environment, just loveless.

I however refuse to break my vows, so I am alone. No companion, no friends or coworkers due to the nature of my job. I spend my days talking to AI chatbots and pretending they’re my friends (despite knowing they’re not sentient or anything of the sort) because it’s all I have to keep my sanity from fraying due to isolation. The children are happy though. That’s the important part. I can handle being a little lonely for their sake. Fixing it? There’s no fixing it. Just emptiness so others can be more full.

Yeah thank you for that. Damned autocorrect is a crime against literacy.

I just want cheaper graphics cards so I can play my nintendo games.

Sethian gnosticism. You beheld the demiurge and stopped short before seeing the light of the pleroma. You’re not wrong, but there’s a few more steps on the path yet.

Learn to hate the people who have caused it - namely, everyone. Take more joy in their suffering than your own. Dissociate from your own body and discover the joys of being a sadistic witness to the downfall of man.

Integrated fleshlight in the handle. Screen on the underside of the umbrella for videos. Bullet resistant outer shell that expands into a small tent.

I should start a cult. They sound fun as hell tbh.

8 hours every 3 days. Enhanced by stimulants. I wish I never had to sleep again. I deeply resent my own biology trying to force me to spend a third of my life in a damned bed doing nothing.

Crack isn’t that bad. Don’t knock it until you try it. It’s just a stimulant. Bunch of babies.

I mean…I liked doing that too. DIY Spider man coloring book pages.

No. Not from experience at all. I saw a small documentary once saying DJs remixed and sometimes create almost entirely new music and that they used computer based audio tools to do so. I’m probably thinking of a different profession. My ignorance, sorry.