The machine wants to take you to a room where everything you might believe or could believe is reduced to marshmallow fluff.
The machine wants to give you a smug face and a minor education in minor matters. It wants to make you feel satisfied and overfed.
The machine keeps telling you about salvation tomorrow or the destruction of the world tomorrow. Ultimate rescue, ultimate fate. The spiritual food of yokels.
The machine wants to watch you, because it has nothing better to do. It wants you to construct a profile of yourself that mirrors its profile of you. Continue reading