Just…gooning probably. Same thing I do every day. It’s not really Christmas it’s just December 25th.

Those little bottles of juice that are shaped like barrels. Little HUG fruit barrels. And amphetamines.

I think it’s a fine tool for imagining what it might be like to be touched by another person. I hope to experience that someday.

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.

I have sex with my husband. He’s a man. I stick it to him. Does that count?

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.

What if you don’t do it in one afternoon? What happens then? She dumping you or what?

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Ass? Try to get it in…their ass?

Is that a typo? Do you mean MMOs? I love World of Warcraft personally.

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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 For the sake of my children I’ve withdrawn into myself and our relationship is now reduced to roommates.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.

That AI is currently sentient and represents an example of a silicon based life form.

I might not be technically correct but I will absolutely shift the ontological and philosophical framing until I cannot be proven wrong.

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

I turned 40 and just stopped. Cold turkey. I don’t want to die of lung cancer. When I got the urge to buy another pack of smokes I simply…didn’t. If I didn’t have any on hand to smoke then I couldn’t do it. It was tempting at times but the real trick is to just not have the things on hand.

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.

Yeah but what really happened was OP fucked up and we’re politely covering for them.