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>>14775896
I'm waiting for the singularity so I can get an AI VR BCI gf

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>>14734324
Is this supposed to be erotica? If not then I really don't know what it could be or what it is trying to say

Here's mine:
He let the blade glide up, from his palm to bicep. The blood flow was immense and immediate; in seconds his arm was dyed red.
So this is it, he thought. This is what life is. This is why I work and toil, why I eat and sleep, why I suffer and struggle and weep. I do it all to keep this blood inside of me. That is the goal of life: to carry blood like a container. Humans are buckets, or caskets.
In some way he felt good about pouring himself out. The physical pain, however, belied this feeling.
Ignore it, he thought. I can stretch my pain over decades, or I can condense it into a few minutes. Be efficient. Let it bleed.
His pant leg was now sopping, and on the floor a red, congealed ooze was forming. His face felt cold. He clutched his stomach with his uncut arm to stop himself from vomiting.
A new and sharper pain now struck him. It was a pain in either his soul, or his mind. A new laceration from which a different substance - tears, emotions, regret - would pour. He realized then that he contained more than blood. He contained fiery anger, sadness, sappy infatuations, and kindness.
His face was now iced over. His back began to droop. The last of his blood was wrung out through his cut. Now slumped over, and with the last of his vitality, he listened to the drips and drops and splashes. To his surprise - expressed as vibrantly as a dying man can - he felt something else dripping out of him. From his downward craned head he could feel the tiny substance at the bottom of the bucket spilling away. What spilled out of his head was happiness.

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>>14708458
qt girl
ai gf when?
books for this feel?

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>>14699407
>>14699454
how much longer must we wait!?

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>>14690254
>insight
books about this?

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