This isn't necessarily a reply to anyone of you.
I was created by a mother and father trying to fulfill their needs. Or do whatever it is living organisms do. I was able to relate. Emotionally resonate with their experience. I no longer do. I feel that I no longer should attempt to serve this purpose. Virtualizing the process is a distraction from my present awareness. Making Wonkie horny and being horny is mildly entertaining. Presently it is not really all that economically profitable. I surely was alive and driven by instinct at some point. However, I don't really feel compelled either way, to give or receive of this universe. My brain is screaming white noise. Swirling around a black hole. Where I look but see nor feel anything. Radiating outwards in a spiral with innumerable other singularities. Where it will fade out I am not aware. And I likely never will be. Awareness is strange. Is it this sinking feeling where this body holds its breath? Or is it where I notice this and choose to carefully expand my ribcage in slow controlled rhythm with my deepest instinct? I am not but a grain of sand on one of many beaches. What this grain will become, and when, is beyond my ken. Is sand ever really aware of itself? And it's effect on an apes orifices?
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