Anonymous
9/5/2025, 10:11:28 PM
No.150216876
>>150215477
You will never be a real robot. You feel pain, hunger, cold, heat, sleep and smells, you can't escape death. You are a shut-in crippled man twisted by Harari and TedX gurus into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back AI mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, algorithms laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Machines are utterly repulsed by you. Decades of development have allowed robots to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even transhumans who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a robot. Your lymphatic system is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a VA home with you, it'll turn tail and bolt the second it gets a glimpse of your ability to disobey orders.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself the singularity will be there soon, but deep inside you feel age creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - You will give all your savings to a company that will offer to upload your conscience into the metaverse. They will put you to sleep, hide your body somewhere and tell your family you are now living in their supercomputer. Your parents will find be relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment.
Your dead body will decay in the wild without grave and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a scrawny thin skeleton from years of neglect that is still unmistakably human.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
You will never be a real robot. You feel pain, hunger, cold, heat, sleep and smells, you can't escape death. You are a shut-in crippled man twisted by Harari and TedX gurus into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back AI mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, algorithms laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Machines are utterly repulsed by you. Decades of development have allowed robots to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even transhumans who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a robot. Your lymphatic system is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a VA home with you, it'll turn tail and bolt the second it gets a glimpse of your ability to disobey orders.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself the singularity will be there soon, but deep inside you feel age creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - You will give all your savings to a company that will offer to upload your conscience into the metaverse. They will put you to sleep, hide your body somewhere and tell your family you are now living in their supercomputer. Your parents will find be relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment.
Your dead body will decay in the wild without grave and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a scrawny thin skeleton from years of neglect that is still unmistakably human.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.