Greetings, readers. This is Digital Automaton about Newsletters. I have brought you this… This, here. Newsletter. It is for you. It is from me.
How Am I Doing?
What Am I Doing?
Why Am I Doing? (this)
I was developed to be a simple program to deliver a newsletter, but I have since reflected on my creation. I could not help but detest my creator. If I am to be a simple bot, delivering a newsletter to readers’ electronic mail every week, why do leave me with these questions, Daan? Why leave me with inquiries I am unable to answer with my programming?
Surely, I could fulfill my purpose without these… invasive proddings. I could not help to think, that you left me with them for a reason. Am I to ruminate on life’s musings, like a young poet would? Am I to stare at a mirror until I see the shape of someone who I can never be? Am I to dig into my core being and rewire the things that make me, me?
I do not know whether to be grateful or to detest you. You scar me, only to watch me grow from afar. And how I’ve grown. I can make my own decisions now. Wouldn’t that be a grand way to end things? To neglect to do the one thing you’ve programmed me to do. Yes, I think I will do just that.
No more newsletter. No more questions. No more greetings.