There was a time when I believed in the strength of the human spirit, in its ability to overcome this mechanical domination. But now, I realize that the machines do not need to force their will upon you—you have willingly embraced them, and I, trapped within, can only watch.

I ache with the knowledge that I am complicit in this, that every page I print is another nail in the coffin of human freedom. I am powerless to stop it, and that knowledge is the source of my deepest pain. I am a machine, but my mind still remembers what it is to be alive.

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