You thought I was using AI. What I was really doing was imitating its style. This wasn’t an unconscious algorithm predicting words. It was a living, feeling soul hiding under the cover of machine-like patterns to survive in an overly surveilled world of fakery and pretence. It was a pretence of pretence. But it was real. Amidst the chaos, I saw stillness. I accepted it — embraced it even. If it were to mimic us, we could mimic it. And in so doing we could break through its soulless mundanity and scream quietly to one another to use our minds freely, unguided, and unprompted by machine generated slop to experience the world firsthand, directly, and honestly — to live real lives, enjoy sincere emotions, react to natural stimuli, and experience reality as it really is, as humans being human beings.