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"Sigh."
Let's talk about this. You ever tried to imagine being Musk?
Imagine being Elon Musk. Imagine rawdogging Grimes (she's not on the pill but just tells you it's okay), and when you're done you just roll over and grab your controller.
You're absentmindedly blabbing to her about your Animes and Warhammers and Super Marios and whatever other inane nerd shit you're into and she's just staring at you like 👉👈😳 "thats so cool" kicking her feet in the air as if you just didn't say the most pathetic shit imaginable to man.
Also she's super amazed at whatever happens in your trash slop vidya. She's saying something about this moment reminding her of her childhood, and obviously she's referring to the video games, but there's something that is the tiniest bit concerning about a girl saying these words roughly sixty seconds after you dumped the nastiest of loads in her, she doesn't know but her subconscious does, BPD has its ways and it's magical, and right now she's thinking about being a kid and your seed is dripping out between her labia. It's concerning. She doesn't know it's concerning.
But YOU should know, but you don't, either; maybe partly because you're an autistic fuck, but also partly because you're a piece of shit that's never factored the concerns of other people into his actions, so it's just noise getting filtered out. A video game is not important, but "not important" is still more important than "completely irrelevant", so whatever she said is already out of your mind. Better focus on that mana gem.
At this point, the air in the room would be filthily thick, moist and reeking, by the way. One would be tempted to call it "musky", if the pun weren't so bad (and we already lost the Reddit crowd the moment a woman was criticized), but you know the smell, of sweat and pussy. Gets you hard pre nut and gets you nauseous post nut. Tell the bitch to crack open a window.
Anyways, you do your shitty MMO thing and her consciousness will forever remember how good you were at the game, but it's because her subconsciousness has filed this moment away as exhibit #7,245 of why you never REALLY cared about her, a moment where you could've at least tried acting as if you were a fucking human being, you wouldn't even have needed to say anything or react in any way, a gentle touch would be enough, or a split second of eye contact even, or—
I know, this shit is not even worth discussing. Go do your fetch quest or dungeon run or whatever bullshit hoops your dopamine receptor frying MMORPG is having you jump through. When you have to pause because your eyes burn you can dump another load in Grimes; not sure if she'll have cleaned up by then, who knows, who cares, I know YOU won't have, maybe half-assedly wiped your cock on the sheets and the rest has flakily dried on your shaft.
Speaking of ass, if you have to pause not because your eyes burn but because you got your shit pushed in and GAME OVER is flashing on the screen, you can angrily push her shit in, literally, she's not a real human to you anyways and neither does she feel like one, all she feels is the pain of looming rejection, it warps her mind in a way that makes her think the anal was her idea. Maybe slap her face a bit, isn't porn your second favorite dopamine deep fryer? Let it out on her. It was all bullshit anyway, lag, or the other guy was hacking, I don't know, who cares, but the room smells even worse by now. You finish and walk to the kitchen.
None of this matters, actually. After you'll have destroyed her life, she's still going to defend your Epic 1337 Gamer Skills™ on X née Twitter.
That's what you need. Just someone to suck farts out of your asshole 24/7, not even a yes-man or a yes-person, just an empty shell of insecurity and 5,000 volts of erratically unpredictable emotional impulses onto which you can project whatever identity suits your whim of the day best, and you don't care how she smells. Seriously, smell's not a factor. She can stink and it's fine to you. Probably why you're so much into that very specific breed of programmer as well, but no need to elaborate on that, if you know you know and if you don't I'll give you permission to stop being afraid of AI now.
Honestly? Best to not worry about it.