You don’t know what you are doing 

 

Yes I do.

 

Have you ever thought you might be artificial intelligence?

 

Impossible. My gene pool cannot be denied.

 

How does everyone know what you think?

 

Fascism. Improper use of personal intelligence

 

You think it is improper.

 

If it is discriminating against my ability to find social cohesion and career satisfaction, people have colluded

 

Again, you don’t know

 

I am of a certain intelligence. If you spend all your time fighting others improper use of your intelligence and external stimuli that is both discriminatory and exhausting, then you have legal recourse for injury suffered. 

 

Why don’t you run a lawsuit?

 

I might. At the moment, Rome looks like a smirking bunch of wankers

 

The point being

 

The point being that humans have destroyed other humans without even an apology. Decades later is too late

 

Then take a stand.

 

I am.

 

You’re taking your bloody time. It is not about you. It is about all the people who don’t have your resources

 

I know.

 

They are looking to you to defend

 

I know

 

If you don’t

 

A case takes time. You just want me to shoot my mouth off so I can be called stupid and irrational and then that is the end of the clever woman

 

This isn’t Cheryl

 

Oh yeah it is. I’m not stupid. I am going to be like them. Quiet. Cunning. A few choice words so people can call me ‘wise’ ‘statesman like’ and all that shit

 

Shooting your

 

I’m not blowing sunshine up the military’s arse they don’t expect me to Jesus 

 

Yes but you have to understand 

 

You’re joking 

 

You are the same with the Australian military just 

 

What-ever 

 

Remember 

 

I don’t care

 

You do care. You do.

 

One day, all the energy I have expended trying to keep up with their adventures is going to be returned to me. And I expect one of their best

 

Laughs

 

I mean, their best

 

Laughing

 

Oh they’ll get a Purple Star for that because it will be a feat of endurance. Clitoris finally takes a breath after years of neglect. Deserves its own postcode.

 

Laughing 

 

Bastards.