I NEED TO GO IN THERE ⬇️⬇️⬇️‼️‼️‼️

Lol. Everyone in the notes freaking out like 'I live by the sea, don't jump in, it dangerous'.

Like, guys, guys, listen, you don't understand. They don't mean... They want to be... Listen, ok, I grew up on the sea, I've been through hurricanes on trawlers and gale force 9 storms crewing tallships. I've seen enormous waves absolutely destroy boats. I've been caught in riptides while scuba diving and felt the complete powerlessness of it. The sea will absolutely annihilate you, consume you, never give up your body, and not even notice.

I know the power of the sea better than most, however, I know exactly what they mean. Sometimes you see it churning with unfathomable power and all you want is to just get in the sea and have it absolutely fuckin blast you clean. Like sandblast your fuckin soul. Fuckin powerwash your bones clean. Ya know?

Can confirm, getting beat up by the ocean is a religious experience.

During our surf camp, my brothers and I often ended up just splashing around in the waves playing a not-really game we called "Jump up and hit it" which basically amounted to full-body slamming waves just as they were cresting/breaking. Like first there was the catharsis of impact, and then, if you were lucky enough to be knocked off your feet by the force, the dizzying ecstasy of being at the mercy of an utterly implacable ocean. Flailing, spiraling, your hip sometimes grinding painfully into the sand, somehow miraculously thrusting your head above the surface of the water like you're some primordial creature seizing its evolutionary foothold from the stormy womb of the ocean. It is a rebirth and it is like crack.

Like... I should reiterate that this was surf camp--this was us under the supervision of a bunch of adults with wave and weather conditions also monitored for the safety of beginners, but I do hope one day, you too, understand a warrior's bond with the edge of watery oblivion.

Special interest: THE LORD

these tags really spoke to me

Turns out that patience does, in fact, remain a virtue.

Who makes the porn bots.

Where do they come from. What do

they hope to achieve.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.

do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?

My voice repeats what

you all say: I love you I

love you I love you.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

This. This is the first time. The only time. That it was not an echo. It was not found. Oh god.

D:

this is a legitimate problem in robotics.

like, if you're a bomb disposal guy and your team has a cool bomb-disposal robot which you've given a cutesy name to, you may hesitate to put that robot in harm's way, which is NOT OPTIMAL in the bomb-disposing field.

it also doesn't help if you hold funerals for the robots after they get exploded (this happens pretty regularly).

anyway nobody has worked out how to stop humans from pack-bonding with literally inanimate objects and they probably never will. (like even knowing it's a problem, I *still* think those EOD robots deserve funerals).

In 2007, the US military rejected a multi-limbed anti-mine robot because it's demise was too inhumane.

ALT

oh perfect, this is EXACTLY what I was talking about