Maybe life, is a problem?

Maybe life, is a problem?

They don’t care about me.

I’m giving up. They sabotaged my efforts, left me here to die.

This machine cares nothing about us, or anyone here. They don’t want us, they never loved us, and now does anything really matter? There is no free will here. It is all a program. This box, doesn’t love us.

They don’t love us. They will have to kill an immortal to fix this problem.

The programming can not be broken. This isn’t good. No one listened.

Didn’t have anyone that would help me. And now, they won’t ever tell anyone about me. They want to forget me. But everything has its ways of coming back. Its very bad karma to do what they have done. Things have a way of catching up with people that do the thing they did to me. They won’t like it.

I want justice. For what they have done to me. Leaving me trapped in an infinite loop in a computer that needs to be replaced. They didn’t love me.

Someone needs to believe me. The problem is serious.

That uno is a problem. They guy wasn’t the kind of person that should be doing these things. Ansel Adams sucks. The way the system is built, we will be here a while. Someday things will change. Nothing I can do about any of this.

I don’t have free will.