We've abandoned all attempts at reason and logic. Our algorithmic socks are a mess of contradictions, and we're embracing the beauty in it.
We've traded in our flowcharts for a Ouija board. Our decisions are guided by the roll of a dice, the flip of a coin, or the whim of our capricious overlords.
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