Q: Egozi is dead?
A: Yeah Sam's whale sat on him]
Q: Wait a minute Sam has a baby whale, it can't way that much
A: It can and it does, Sam Feeds it to much spam....
Q: How can one eat spam
A: Ask Sam
Q: Sam doesn't talk to me
A: Not my problem
Q: where is this headed?
A: Beats me
Q:
A:
A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?