choose life. choose a side hustle. choose a career pivot. choose a family. or don’t.
choose the latest gadgets, streaming subscriptions, ergonomic standing desks, and coffee pods that cost more than beans. choose self‑care apps, intermittent fasting, and a smartwatch that tattles to your insurer when you skip leg day.
choose renting forever because you’ll never afford a house. choose curated social feeds and tinted selfies.
choose virtual friends, ghosting strangers, and whispering your feelings into glass rectangles that never whisper back. choose a therapist whose sliding scale still wrecks your budget, and auto‑renewing subscriptions you forgot you had.
choose biodegradable packaging, lab‑grown steak, and a bamboo straw you’ll lose in a week. you’re saving the w., remember? choose your trauma, your aesthetic, your niche, and your personal brand.
choose to speak your truth or cancel someone else’s. choose an algorithm that auto‑completes your personality.
choose gig work, remote work, hybrid work, or no work at all. choose chatbots that flirt, deepfakes that cry, and large language models that draft your breakup text in lowercase irony.
choose wars in ultra‑hd: drones in deserts, trench celebrations on your personalized feed, but no cease fires. choose strongmen with weak arguments, right‑wing memes in vintage fonts.
choose masculinity in a bottle: creatine, cold plunges, and podcasts shouting about alpha energy while selling beard oil. choose the illusion of freedom while drowning in debt.
choose bio‑hacked longevity. choose extinction‑level apathy.
choose your future. choose life…
but why would i do a thing like that? i chose not to choose life; i chose something else. and the reasons? who needs reasons when you’ve got the void?
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*this text is 95% ai-generated. don’t blame me for the mistakes, lies, or the ideas in it. blame the empire of ai.