This is a monologue from Orwell's 1984 set to synthwave. Listen to it. It'll give you chills.
The dawn of the infected insect.
so she can munch carpet full-time?
Maybe it was a vibrating dildo that got stuck on maximum speed.
filtered, shill.
i like when software has a feature that makes it shitty, and the company says, "we can make it not shitty, if you pay us."