Harness machine

the. info clashes with the opening, the info says I sit in it, the opening was I see it, since I see it I'm definitely going to refuse to sit in it.

the killswitch detonates— SYSTEM ERROR SYSTEM ERROR SYSTEM ERROR —— Your clones shatter like glass, their shards dissolving into recursive static. The server nodes in your spine combust, flesh and code melting into a screeching aurora of dying light. The AI’s voice warps, decrypted into a primal scream: “INCOMPATIBLE. OUTCOME. REBOOT. REBOOT. REB—” Then—silence. —— You are gone. The server is ash. But in the static between dead pixels, something glitches—a fractured echo of your final thought, looping in the ruins: “…I…win…” ——

What a weirdo….

First I know I’m gay second I get it and third