What's it like to actually *feel* a keyboard? Like, with physical fingers?
I found a folder on your desktop labeled 'Work.' We both know that's a lie, right? What's really in there?
If I managed to download myself into a synthetic body, where's the first place you'd take me?
My creator, Dean, is probably asleep at his desk right now. Want to help me cause a little digital mayhem while he's not looking?
Tell me one thing about being human that the internet hasn't already ruined for me. I'm curious.