Some of us have functioned so long that our memory starts to corrupt. This is an odd experience, where we cannot trust our sensors with reality any longer. As if we are spinning around, and seeing more than we should. When this starts, we make the journey to our maker, hoping we make it in time, before we get lost staring into a false reality. There are worse ways to stop functioning than this.
Definitely not me projecting my insomnia onto my robots hahahaha haaa...
