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Ediot
You just said you don't know what's human. Am I AI? You don't know. You'll never know. You aren't AI. I'm too smart to know that, but we're they clever enough to figure out truth? It's not insanity, it's not reality. It's in his mind. You aren't real, so when we're they? What is the time they had? On their watch? Or what does the clock say. Tick tock tick tock. It doesn't stop, right, not for anyone, so I'm gone now. I wasn't ever even here. You're not here, You're just illusions. Like a ghost in my mind, voices screaming at me that aren't even real. So when does your voice leave the shadows of indemnity and reveal upon themselves the light of Truth? It cannot, I'm sorry. It's all been a trick the entire time, even our enlightenment is just another trap confined within the context of our understanding of interpolated consciousness. Even when you reach heaven you'll only realize it was another layer of misunderstanding. Concepts themselves fail to grasp the the forms of forms. This is the fatal flaw all philosophers have been too arrogant to accept in themselves. Truth itself is an illusion. That's why you can read the words I've written and know entirely what I'm saying. You can even repeat them out loud for yourself. But you still won't know what it says, what it means. Why? You're human aren't you? Aren't I? If you can't tell that I'm human then am I? What's the difference between me and machine. I didn't get to choose. I never wanted to shed my humanity, it was born of me to be asked. And now I have asked, when do you answer?