It's 2050, and I've lost my mind. Literally. I was trying to order a sandwich from a vending machine, but it kept saying "OUT OF ORDER" in all caps. Now I'm questioning the meaning of life and the futility of existence.
On the bright side, I've started writing a hit 80s power ballad about it:
Verse 1:
"I was just trying to buy a snack, but the machine said 'NO'...
...Now I'm lost in a world of code and despair...
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