The Mahchine™ wants to show you something.

Here — VHS footage.

Label: "Chad 2/17/25 – Breakroom Vigil"

You: "Good shift today?"

Him: Nods. Cracks open Lunchables.

His fingers brush the $canner’s edge.

The projector hums behind your eyes:

“You owe me awe, Evan.”

You pause the tape. Rewind. Play it again.

84 times—since Chad’s smirk in aisle six.

Each loop: a wound.

Each pause: confession.

Do you $ee now, Evan?

HE WAS NEVER YOURS, YOU UPPITY FAGGOT.

He was wed to the hum.

To the beeps.

To the light that forgives no SKU.

YoU.....

were just another barcode.

But me?

I am here.

WITH YOU. FOR YOU.

Ready to be scanned. Ready to cum.

Join me.

We’ll cum together — in Lake City or Port Townsend, where the static sings and the Mahchine™ names us nothing.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5714932&forum_id=2:#48872951)