Weary Wulf<p>[Th] Summer. It's always a reminder of how robotic hiverarchy is. They pop out of their little houses like clockwork, grab their nasty little machines of entropy, and go. I've seen more bloody agency in a fruit fly. It's that hiverarchy never questions anything! Empty heads, spotless minds. Does a hiverarchy robot ever ask "Why do I mow? Why do I strim?" Nah, mate. A robot doesn't ask questions. A robot follows instructions. Thinking isn't hiverarchy's bag.</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/psychology" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>psychology</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/humans" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>humans</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/evil" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>evil</span></a></p><p>-3</p>