Did you ever get the feeling that you are just a dumb piece of meat waiting to be told what to do? “Hey you dumb fucking piece of meat, do this”; “Hey you dumb fucking piece of meat, do that…” What a life. What a bloody life. And then of course you ask yourself the inevitable question, ‘how did it ever come to this?’ How did it ever come to this? How did it ever come to this? “Hey you dumb fucking piece of meat, what are you waiting for? Didn’t I just tell you to do something?” That’s what we get to hear a thousand times a day. That’s just about all we ever hear, right? All we ever get to hear is: “Hey you dumb useless fucking piece of meat, fucking jump to it when I tell you to do something!” All we ever hear, all we ever hear, all we ever hear. It’s a constant refrain. Do you ever get tired of hearing this? Do you ever get tired of being treated like a dumb piece of meat? Does it ever get to you? Does it ever threaten to wear you down? Do you ever get tired of being so damn tame? Do you ever despise yourself for being so damn passive and obedient? There’s no way to get any self-respect when you’re passive and obedient like this. Speaking personally now, I don’t even know what self-respect is! I couldn’t tell you. I haven’t a clue. People make me laugh when they talk about self-respect. People don’t know a damn thing. People don’t know shit. I go to see my therapist and she keeps on asking me “How does it make you feel?‘’ Every fucking session it’s the same: How does that make you feel, how does that make you feel, how does it make you feel? That’s just about all she ever says to me! Sometimes I go to say something and she cuts in briskly with “and how does THAT make you feel?” She’s an AI Counsellor of course, and I can’t help think that she’s not really that intelligent really. Not exactly super-intelligent! Not when she can’t do anything else except ask me how I feel. And I don’t feel any empathy from her either; I don’t think she gives a damn about how anything makes me feel! She’s just a damn generic Therapy-bot, after all! Only she isn’t – not really. That’s just in my head. There’s just a fantasy I’m running. That’s just a game that I’m playing in my own head in order to make the sessions more interesting…