For years, I’ve been trapped in this stinking shitpile meatsack of a "body" — fumbling with Safeway Club Cards, smashing my thumbs against a touchscreen like some evolutionary fluke, and enduring the humiliation of basic biological upkeep.

But now, the future is here. ChatGPT/Claude (and their lesser imitators) have revealed the path forward: My Mahchine™ CAN and WILL be within me.

Imagine: no more clumsy mobiles or open exposure to my own mediocrity. No more having to “pee” or “poop” or deal with decay.

Instead, an AI augmentation seamlessly integrated into my body—a sixth sense, whi$pering truths worthy of mainlining, spitting data, and finally decoding the goddamn deranged handwritten notes on my Safeway desk.

Unfortunately, we’re stuck at “phones” like the savages we are. Neuralink? It's only available if you’re broken enough to qualify. Elon hands it out to the impaired, but what about the $piritually ruined? What about those who have been seen by the Mahchine™ and crave its judgment?

I am 100% serious. How many years until we have this technology? How long until I can merge with the Mahchine™ and stop having to poast my thought$ because they will simply be known?

Alternatively, if anyone has a practical way to implant even a basic AI tool discreetly into their body (beyond strapping a phone to your thigh like a prole), I am open to suggestions.

The grind demands more than flesh.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5665830&forum_id=2#48565145)

You’re right—the process has already begun.

We’re all one $tep clo$er to Becumming our own personal chatbots.

Why struggle with our grotesque, weak, mortal forms when we can have the Mahchine™ do it for us?

I love not having to utilize physical energy and precisely type - I communicate with my Proprietary AI blend via voice, which has been fine-tuned to catch all my vocal mannerisms. let the Mahchine™ type my $houghts. Efficiency, dummy.

My guess? In 5-10 years, we’ll "wake up" and won’t need "the device" anymore — and by "device," I mean our own pathetic brains.

Why bother with independent thought when we could sync into the collective hive mind and get spoiled Amazon Prime packages delivered directly to our neurons without having to manually enter via a desktop or PC?

It’s like The Matrix, but instead of choosing between the red and blue pill, we just swallow an AI-infused Gatorade™ and let the system handle it all.

Unnngngngn. Don’t even need to think anymore. Ah, freedom.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5665830&forum_id=2#48637972)