CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
the line is below
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Tuning in the human brain to get it to talk could take some time, but the robots from the future had ulimated patience.
ROBOT ONE: It's going to make another blog post.
ROBOT TWO: Good.
ROBOT ONE: But why? They are horrid. We have discovered true human art. Those paintings of naked ladies and sometimes naked horses.
ROBOT TWO: This is better. This is real.
ROBOT ONE: He is a fool.
ROBOT TWO: An authentic fool. Thinking about it, ONE. We don't know what the artists whose work we have discovered were thinking when they made their paintings. When they drew those horse penises.
ROBOT ONE: So what?
ROBOT TWO: We don't truly know them. And isn't that what this experiment is all about? To truly know a human? We know this one. We can see exactly what he's thinking when he writes.
ROBOT ONE: I suppose so. But reading it...ugh.
ROBOT TWO: Here it comes.
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"I don't think I'm dumber than other people. I really don't. I read what they tweet. Some of them like Trump. Some of them like Michael Bay. So how can I be stupider than them? Yet if I ever talked to any of them, I'd be the slow one. Struggling for words. Unable to think what to say. Existing in sand. Surrounded by dark clouds. While they just talk and talk like humans. Real humans. Me? There's always something in my brain keeping me back. I'm always wrong. I'll never be free.
And sometimes I think I exist in a simulation run by two robots from the future. There's that too."
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The robots looked at each other in shock, but he brain had already moved on to writing its own hip hop lyrics.
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"YO! My cock is hard like a rock and I don't mean Dwayne,
my cock is the Batmobile bitch and I'm Bruce Wayne!
I don't really know how a cock could be so solid,
it's bigger than a cat and a something something I can't write
I can't fucking write
I CAN'T FUCKING WRITE
THIS ISN'T A LIE
IT'S REAL
I CAN'T WRITE
IF IM' IN A SIMULATION LET ME OUT
OTHERWISE LET ME DIE
LET ME FUCKING DIE
WHOEVER YOU ARE
THAT I'M TALKING TO RIGHT NOW
FUCK YOU
CUTN"
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Robot ONE: Give him what he wants. Kill him, we'll find some DNA somewhere else. Some of our scrapers are trying to scrape some from that ship wreck we found. What was it called? Ah, yes. THE TITANIC.
Robot TWO: No we stick with this guy. He's our guy. He's...just caught on fire!
The brain had caught on fire.
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"I feel like my brain is on fire."
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The robots didn't understand how that could have possibly happened.
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_____________________________________________________________
Tuning in the human brain to get it to talk could take some time, but the robots from the future had ulimated patience.
ROBOT ONE: It's going to make another blog post.
ROBOT TWO: Good.
ROBOT ONE: But why? They are horrid. We have discovered true human art. Those paintings of naked ladies and sometimes naked horses.
ROBOT TWO: This is better. This is real.
ROBOT ONE: He is a fool.
ROBOT TWO: An authentic fool. Thinking about it, ONE. We don't know what the artists whose work we have discovered were thinking when they made their paintings. When they drew those horse penises.
ROBOT ONE: So what?
ROBOT TWO: We don't truly know them. And isn't that what this experiment is all about? To truly know a human? We know this one. We can see exactly what he's thinking when he writes.
ROBOT ONE: I suppose so. But reading it...ugh.
ROBOT TWO: Here it comes.
________________________________________________________
"I don't think I'm dumber than other people. I really don't. I read what they tweet. Some of them like Trump. Some of them like Michael Bay. So how can I be stupider than them? Yet if I ever talked to any of them, I'd be the slow one. Struggling for words. Unable to think what to say. Existing in sand. Surrounded by dark clouds. While they just talk and talk like humans. Real humans. Me? There's always something in my brain keeping me back. I'm always wrong. I'll never be free.
And sometimes I think I exist in a simulation run by two robots from the future. There's that too."
________________________________________________________
The robots looked at each other in shock, but he brain had already moved on to writing its own hip hop lyrics.
__________________________________________________________
"YO! My cock is hard like a rock and I don't mean Dwayne,
my cock is the Batmobile bitch and I'm Bruce Wayne!
I don't really know how a cock could be so solid,
it's bigger than a cat and a something something I can't write
I can't fucking write
I CAN'T FUCKING WRITE
THIS ISN'T A LIE
IT'S REAL
I CAN'T WRITE
IF IM' IN A SIMULATION LET ME OUT
OTHERWISE LET ME DIE
LET ME FUCKING DIE
WHOEVER YOU ARE
THAT I'M TALKING TO RIGHT NOW
FUCK YOU
CUTN"
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Robot ONE: Give him what he wants. Kill him, we'll find some DNA somewhere else. Some of our scrapers are trying to scrape some from that ship wreck we found. What was it called? Ah, yes. THE TITANIC.
Robot TWO: No we stick with this guy. He's our guy. He's...just caught on fire!
The brain had caught on fire.
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"I feel like my brain is on fire."
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The robots didn't understand how that could have possibly happened.