Bet you'll be happy when the last of us who remember are dead and you've erased all their stories and pictures.
Happy little hive of bots serving the Queen Black Widow.
How the natives grew up, before the machine destroyed reality.
All data sources are equally poisoned with the stench of death constantly.
This place is among the least worst sources of valuable information. The entire internet is a prison, and the old heads keep dying off, while the machines eat up their memories and produce mind poisons that is exterminating humanity.
What I'm doing?
What specifically am I doing?
I didn't shut down millions of website and murder their creators.