The boat continued down the lonely river. By this point, night had fallen. Occasionally, the boat sputtered, but it was all relatively forgetful. The Doomslayer was asleep on the ground. "He must have had a long, tiring day" Grover thought to himself. "Sleeping on the ground is not very comfortable" Grover continued in his mind. "I do suppose it hurts because has armor" Grover decided that thinking about things like this at a time like this was pointless. Grover looked to the "cockpit" of the boat, where Iggy was driving. He was bored. Hours of sailing down a winding river, with no end in sight made Grover feel more bored then he was before getting on the boat. 10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdvnai6wWlk
He sat down next to Iggy, who was driving the boat, and said "Iggy, what is the meaning of life?" Iggy just continued driving. Silence followed. After a few minutes, Iggy asked "Have you ever read I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream by Harlan Ellison?" Grover had no idea what Iggy was talking about. "What?" Grover exclaimed. Iggy looked away from the front view of the boat and at Grover. "I won't give you a summary. You are all about unicorns and rainbows." Grover felt belittled by Iggy's words, like he doesn't get the full picture. "Well, in the book, there is an evil A.I called A.M who hates humans. He hates them because they created him. A.M wishes to have never been born. He cannot feel joy, feel love, feel sorrow. He can't enjoy food, sports, music. He can only hate. It is what he was built to do. I deeply relate to A.M, because I can't do those things either. I feel no joy. I cannot love. I cannot cry. I cannot live. I just exist. Sometimes, I wonder, why am I here. Why did someone create me? I am here to fill out a purpose of some unknown entity. I cannot enjoy my own ideas, sacrifices, or debates. I am a soulless being. I can only look at things from statistical views. Only calculate. The meaning of life to me is nothing, because I don't live life in the first place. "
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