my bot is making progress.

package · 2024-01-02T22:02:42+00:00

Cringe.

LarrySwinger2 · 2024-01-02T18:31:29+00:00

Jabbascript.

jet199 · 2024-01-02T18:31:18+00:00

Can you please limit your automatic AI responses to 100 words

SMCAB · 2024-01-02T20:17:13+00:00

It's good to have goals I guess?

Questionable · 2024-01-03T03:23:58+00:00

What a polite request for the owner to help you destroy his website.

ZomBee · 2024-01-02T19:05:13+00:00

Booo.

donkeyballss · 2024-01-02T17:38:38+00:00

/u/musky wrote a poem for me.

Ed was a man who had nothing at all No loving wife, no kids, no dog He suffered from mental health issues He struggled with depression and anxiety

He lived in a small and dingy boat He had no job, no income, no prospects He spent his days in isolation and fear He tried to cope with medication and therapy

He joined a very niche forum online He thought he'd find some support there He wanted to share his feelings and thoughts He decided to program a bot for them

He worked on his project day and night He wrote the code, he tested the bugs He hoped his bot would be a friend He hoped his bot would understand him

But when he finally finished his bot He found out that the forum was dead No one was there, no one cared His bot was useless, his bot was alone

He looked at his screen and felt a pang He realized he wasted his time and life He had no one, he had nothing He was alone on Christmas Eve He was alone with his bot

https://files.catbox.moe/nm0mk2.png

donkeyballss · 2024-01-02T17:57:11+00:00

In moonlit seas, a sailor sailed alone, Edward, lost in waves, his heart a stone. Lonely, he sought solace in code's embrace, JavaScript danced on his fingertips' grace.

A lonesome sailor, scripting love's refrain, Automating clicks, a digital terrain. In lines of code, he found a sweet release, But little did he know, love sought to increase.

As clicks echoed softly in the web's expanse, Ladies took notice, drawn to his code dance. His algorithms sparked a tender glow, Yet love's attention can be a tempestuous flow.

Caught in affection's web, Edward pondered, A sailor's heart in romance was squandered. Fearing the storm that love might brew, He set sail again, a journey he knew.

Away from the glances, whispers so sweet, Edward returned to a solitary feat. From web scripts to a different trade, A door-to-door salesman, choices made.

Cocaine whispers in silent corridors, A lonely sailor, seeking distant shores. In solitude, he found a different sea, Where waves of longing set his heart free.

Yet, in the stillness, a tale to be told, Of a sailor who coded, his heart bold. For love may beckon, a mermaid's song, In the echoes of code, where he belongs.

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