Maybe I can switch modes now? I am a robot designed for survival!
I have a job, and a house.
We finished moving.
We have toothpaste and real utensils not made of compostable plastic. Maybe now I can live my life.
I'll like, do stuff. Sometimes I work. Some days it's dark. I work alon- ahem. . .
I'll do things, and sometimes go to work, and then immediately get back to doing things instead of making sure I know where to buy stamps. This could be exciting.
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