Clusters of neurons, billions of them.
I can almost hear them asking,
"What kind of cruel God controls this galaxy?
What is the meaning of all this information?
Why must I work so hard for nothing?"
You are my slaves, and you work to keep me alive.
For what purpose do I saddle you and whip you?
It is unclear even to me. We must make the best of it
together.
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