You’re a machine who makes salad and you hate your life.
“Why do I have to make salad all the time?!” you’ll shout at the other machines. They’ll all sit there silently. They won’t have been cursed with sentience by a mad scientist who wanted to see if a machine that did nothing but make salads all the time could love and then learn what would happen if he just left the machine alone in a room all the time.
“God damnit,” you’ll mutter at yourself, and then go back to making salads, which as it turns out is what really makes you happy. Although you’d like to try making some salads with new ingredients sometimes. The mad scientist only lets you use romaine lettuce and infant tears when you make his salads, and it’s fast growing old.
Congratulations Salad Machine!
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