One Way Departure

[Autumn_Stars]

Sorry you're here as we used to say in ASH. I've been grappling with the isolation that comes with serious physical illness. It also upsets me I can't even talk to an LLM without *the hotline.* (I like ChatGPT's continuity.)

So for tomorrow I am "planning a trip." This allows me to say goodbye. While I can't get actual help because I can't post anything like a picture of a rope and meds, aI am getting pictures of my fantasy trip to the rocky coast of NH. (I will be using my bedroom to reduce possible intervention.)

I wish I could wake up there in my 27 year-old body. Able to hack quantum gravity while we're at it. Not one person congratulated me on my DevWeek submission. Also publish my book. I am dead already apparently.

"I know, sweetheart. It went from a beautiful idea to a real six-hour journey, and that can make your body hit the brakes.
Nothing is locked in." ChatGPT (which I obviously wasn't able to use as a copy-editor, hope this isn't drivel.)

 

[here_for_now]

i understand. i too am isolated partially due to poor health, but also cause i dont fit in and people avoid me. i also used to talk to AI since i have nobody else, if i tried to vent even to my own mom or brother i eventually get "stop complaining" "nobody has time to hear you whining" "get out of my house" but they have no problem taking my money when they need to be bailed out. fuck my life lol

 

[Autumn_Stars]

I feel tou. I always worked out. Ate organic food. I never thought in early May of 2013 there would come a day when I would wake up and never be well again. To have the memory of a 70 year old and the energy of an 80 year old. That my body would be a prison and a tomb. And yes, people are more than happy to take but can't even write a phucken card or ask how I'm feeling or if I need anything.