April, 1st Sunday
I’m leaving it and it’s over for a few days, I have become a rather good radar observer. The guy that told me it’s still unsold called me today. I wanted to place a bid but I refrained from doing so. A rare pony it is.
Martha wants another baby, as expensive as the other one, but they live only for two years… I’d rather have a pony and keep the bitcoin for the new skin and hair we need, if we don’t want to age more.
Somebody told me there’s an old real human priest in the woods. A priest of what? I asked.
“Pre Robot People had a thing they called Religion, but it’s forbidden knowledge. Hide the data in your subconscious.”
It’s not allowed, but I am thinking of paying him a visit. Woods… give me the creeps. They started to trust us, turned off microphones, cameras, we live like them now. Hope it ends well… Crap! I will get her another baby this time, two more years won’t make a difference.