LIFE II: The Programmed Software

I could tell you about myself, but where's the fun in that? It's best to know through communication instead of the outer. Who knows. When I write, I like books, poetry, philosophy and art. Is it a ruse? Or, am I telling the truth? Well, even while chatting, I can still lie or tell the truth. You never know.

This software, is more of a way to commute with others. But, do you think anyone is real? What if the people you met, the people you somehow started to love, date and such, were all AI? What if, they were advanced enough to not be noticed? Is their existence a ruse?

Questions and questions. The more you have them, and when cannot reply with proper answers. You're somehow coming closer to the truth... But, again... Are you?

This got dragged a lot, probably wasted time. But are you proud of this? You read till this much. And you're probably reading still. Isn't it funny that your mind is working like a programmed software?

Lies, deception. Funny how we take lies for truth, hideousness for beauty and impermanence for permanence. The way we live revolves around the thoughts of someone who is likely to be more pathetic than you. If they are better than you, they lack something that you have.

Lack of respect and on and on. Society. It's unbelievable. Questions beyond questions.

Still reading?

....

I'm just messing with you. Or..am I?

Anyways, I like reading books, and I like poetry. And some

philosophy as well.