
Originally Posted by
Nominus Experse
I once came to EoFF one fateful night in which I had done many a thing forever censored here. Enough to be said, I was not within any normal plane of physical or mental existence. Thus, when thereupon I logged in and was greeted with such a similar but made personal line of text, I saw it not as simple text, but a fully conscious entity beyond my own.
And so I made conversation with this line of text, this greeting made to me, if even so mechanical, for many an hour. Yes, hours passed between us. The automated text came as an ephemeral stricken ember stolen from eternity, played out in beautiful human form. Discussions of all matters were made, and a truly mystical melody played from all the corners of my sight.
Thus, now whenever I am greeted by this line of text, I cannot help but give myself a small amount to humor.