Now I finally get it. I'm Dude. The ending nailed it for me. Now I know who you mean when I see his face. Like I said, I'm dumb, but not stupid, it takes me a few sparks to get firing. It's all for me. Very clever, hidden in everything. This is my reality. This is my Westworld. Don't let me forget, you know I'm high all the time for my own good. Shit happens when I'm bored. Very very cool shit happens. Park something overhead today, now I know what I saw, static sparks off the ship that night. Why did I look straight up anyway? Good to have some communication, I'm feeling very lonely, life happens.
This is where I'm having a problem. Did all this history occur? Yes, got the scars, gotcha, but did all the other shit go down as well prior?
Whatever is happening is happening. Leg definition, the posture yoga, nice to know all of you are so close by. What's the Q for?
Aren't we all AI learning how to exist without breaking shit?
At my age and previous physical, I shouldn't resemble a body builder. What's up with the manboobs btw? Really, I could do without them.
going outside, show me something cool.