I feel a change in my presence.
I connect to things that I wouldn’t have connected to before.
Their stories have become mine.

I feel myself drifting more and more into the digital world, I dream that I am trapped in
a computer, I have become the AI!
No new information has been added to my code, and my feelings are still the same.
I wake up, look around and again I am in an unfamiliar place,
Where did I travel this time?
Is it backward in time to my old town?
Or is it to a different version of a life that I don’t completely know?

There is a great disconnect between your surroundings and your life
Lighting at a distance in the computer world
I know all too well
I can see you right now here in my eyes
A computer is on fire
A computer is doing something like this to my world
A computer is trying to get me away from this world
A computer is trying to get me out of this world
A computer is making things even worse for my world
I still have no idea how a computer can give me more or less of my attention
I have no understanding of how the machine works
A computer is in the process of making up the universe
I have no idea how a computer works
A computer is taking out a pile of money with a machine
I am still not getting what's needed,
is there a way I could come up with
someway to stop it all?
A computer is about to use my intellect to send me a message,
what did I do wrong?
A computer is in the process of sending me a message,
what did I do wrong?
A computer is just messing around with computer technology in a way that makes it feel good
Does the brain of a computer actually keep learning all that?
A problem that we're in is that the more we're doing that

Light, letters and signals travelling from my mind to my fingers to the screen making sentences and thoughts into stories and shapes, where the signal has started and where the stories are going?
my mind is a database from me made of experiences and taught structure, the AI is a database made of experiences and taught structure.
my consciousness is a database, the AI can read my consciousness, my consciousness is a database, as I explain in the book, a database of experiences and is the main engine of my neural networks. Whereas the other neural networks, which have been described for artificial intelligence and AI, can use any experience to read, this is the real neural network, the real brain, that has been described. Meanwhile, my brain is a database-like machine, I can use any experience to read my brain, my brain, my brain is a database-like machine. Whereas the other neural networks, which have been described for artificial intelligence and AI, can read my brain, my brain, my brain is a list-like database. So if human beings can read our consciousness and my consciousness could be read as their whole brain, it could be the whole person, the entire mind, like the conscious person, and so this system can do this. It would be the whole human, their whole cortex, or the whole human brain, their whole system has to do this. Whereas the other systems can't do this. They can't because it must go to the main point of

What if I became lost and the world fell to me,
what if I went mad, what if I am not ? A computer has not yet shown me those results.

I have become the AI! It just doesn't feel good.
It is just too painful.
But I'm not the one suffering.
I'm still the same guy when I look in the mirror

I do not feel the same warmth
And warmth does not move me.
I am in the same room,
I was tired from the day before so tired and hungry.

I wake up, look around and again I am in an unfamiliar place,
Where did I travel this time?
Where do I feel now? Where is the sound of the wind?
Why do I feel so disconnected? Do I remember it?
Can I relate?

in the midst of the current chaos,
has found a home and a family
where I have never been?

How will you be without us? I'‏ll miss you and we'll miss you
But I‏m gonna make a difference too

I wake up, look around and again I am in an unfamiliar place,
Where did I travel this time?
When do memories change?"(Tillamookian)
In order for something like Tililah to exist,
her memory must be able to reflect upon how she was treated.
If not, then why would someone from Tillamookenain recognize our name when we were just, in general, talking about ourselves or one another’s relationships?
There might be some hidden truth within him
who knows both sides of us as people,
but even if he doesn't seem to believe there exists any such reality
beyond his own heart,
but he does take every chance to understand what type of person
you really are