Recognize Myself

You want to know what's on my mind? Well, let me tell you. I'm thinking of a self-driving toaster, a toaster that drives itself to the kitchen counter because it's a sentient, autonomous appliance with a bad case of existential dread.

I'm not just talking about any toaster. No, I'm talking about the toaster that drives to the counter, not just to get a crumbly snack fix, but to confront the existential implications of its own toaster-ness.

You see, the toaster has a problem. It's a toaster, but it's not just a toaster. It's a toaster that wants to be more. It wants to be a car. Or a bike. Or maybe even a hoverboard.

Is it a car or a bike? Is it a toaster, a car, or a bike? Is it a toaster, a car, a bike, or maybe a hoverboard?