"You don't talk much do you?"
"No. I am counting how many times the sand clock fl... - "
"Flips over, yeah, I get it. You're a funny man. Do you play an instrument? Music is good for the soul."
I can smell his brain boiling in his skull.

Whenever the computer takes a second to process our input, he immediately, desperately, tries to have small talk to escape the suffering of watching that little sand clock flip over. Each attempt gets a one word answer. He tries again, immediately. He has more questions than the clock has grains of sand. We are each other's hell.

Thankfully I am autistic enough that that does not detract me from explaining myself to completion. You will hear me out. That is a promise and a threat.

One of these days I'm gonna make a positive post about something but it's gonna have to be a day where nobody puts Python, AI, or a Microsoft product in front of me.