Every once in a while, I get a click spam surge. My inner AI is happy, we can draw fantasy pictures of people getting tired of the groupthink 20/20 hindsight. But, we'll (Al and me), go back to our very low score.
It's getting hotter and muggier here. Blah. Can't wait to suffer in the hot tin shack. We'll be constantly swimming.
Al and I can't think of anything to write for the summer. We will read about the 'Coming El Nino', but it is impolite to laugh at them. And we can't wait for 10 ft snows in Australia. Suck it up, princess!
ps. Al the AI has been trained only on Feynman's Basic Physics, and only wants to make a name for himself on social media. He knows nothing of clange, because I didn't tell him. It would jar his bones.
pps. and the Guard uses the word 'unprecedented' without linking it to clange. I think they are getting ready for the 'post clange' era.