The Topic:
Fear & Loathing in Conversat

The Question:
After spending an entire night, whooping it up with
the Conversatron I sit in my chair, exhausted,
wrecked and thoroughly in need of a shower. Like a
drug, the Conversatron digs into my veins and sends
shockwaves of ecstacy through my body. Now, in the
dim light of morning...I realize there is true evil
in this world. Damn you, Conversatron! Damn you!

Is he being serious, or is that sarcasm mixed with irony?

I can't tell. I hope he's not serious.

So do we all. I remember distinctly what happened the last time we sent shockwaves of ecstacy through someone's body.

So do I. That poor body.

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