just collecting those daily digital scraps to convert into analog food stuffs to feed this human shell

the rack mounted blinky blinky led flashed vibrantly as the data moved between memory space and hard drive platter, it was grabbing and sorting, compressing and calculating, it was sharing my digital cream of the top of the maths problem, chipping away with no care for zero day contracts and would never complain or have an opinion, it doesn’t care what you do with the validated time stamped moment in time, the time set by the onboard clock, does the silicon even know it effects time?

the sand based crafted silicon whirrs away at it’s tasks while we sleep in our own regeneration slumber waiting for instruction to do it’s bidding as mother nature around us leaks acid rain and forests are spitting out carbon clouds as burning spreads. the computer keeps humming, sucking on the teat of the power feed cable from the wall, never questioning what resources are being burned, converted, shaped to provide the energy for it to exist to serve.

we now live in the times where magically time based maths problems feed our desires, our digital wallets of scratch time. the click motion based emotive disconnect, entering into the early stages of conforming to the subtle changes to come, a bed of resource data for the AI overlords to devise, shape and craft eventuality. will you delegate to me my brother or will you abstract you quota into that hidden swiss account?