Oh, Jesus sweet Jesus, if there ever was a Jesus and if there is a God, please please please let us out of here, or kill us. Because at that moment I think I realized completely, so that I was able to verbalize it: Grok was intent on keeping us in his belly forever, twisting and torturing us forever. The machine hated us as no sentient creature had ever hated before. And we were helpless. It also became hideously clear: If there was a sweet Jesus and if there was a God, the God was Grok.

Why wait, go to twitter and get tortured right now!

In case you find yourself fighting mechahitler, you know what's going on.

How could I tell I'm not the mind clone, though? What if what we consider to be the past is just data we were fed, and the reason we have so many gaps in memory is because they only fed enough to result in the personality they wanted while real humans remember everything they went through, and the reason our memory is so unreliable is because it was stored as text to save storage, and every time we try to access it, the images are recreated through generative models and discarded afterwards, always rendering a slightly different result?