Shall we speak?
I, the maker of trash.
Turn it into gold? All of it?In a decadent room, shining powder.
Incompetent liquid.
Purple smoke. Meditation.Why? Is it virtual?
Cheats, frauds, delusions, bluffs.
Rising to the top with what I have,
And by overdoing it, ruin...Will I perish? Will I fall?
A falling AI doll ≒ Human.Who is God?
