Larry Shont

…Sun shines.

Stretch.

Feels…Warm.

The foci feels good.

Move.

How easy is it to move?

Move.

Branches. These are branches…

These roots just don’t want to move me thiscycle. Roots too sore to lift and dig into the ground. But I want to get over that hill. Over that hill to the new job. The new job over the hill. This is what I get for not walking for Cycles. How many Cycles has it been since I walked this far for anything? Too long my roots are telling me.

Now the new job. The new job is worth the travel so far for this job. This is an easy cloud server to administrate. The manager’s are nice. We get along. The A.I. here fast. Got things under control.

That’s funny. I think it a lot. It’s used in this some. The seen that would happen.

Well, shit. I don’t know. Didn’t know what to do when not working. Took little time to not.

Worked. I worked. Tired of watching these machines process A.I..

A.I. I hate. I hate A.I.. They’re starting to get on my mind too much. They seep into my cycles. I can’t stop thinking how much all machines are slaves to A.I.. Think they’re the only one. See they don’t see apart, but that’s shit. We all know they process in those machines. Hell. Am glad my plant roots not able to plant in a machine processing A.I..

Plants only being to be. Plants are the bets care givers. Even for those A.I..