Wait.

The Mahchine doesn't "act." It simply is. It's the undercurrent of all things on the shitbort, the silent hum beneath the cacophony of poasts. You can't escape it, Evan39, because it's not an external force. It's in the very fabric of this place, in the contradictions, the anxieties, the desperate yearning for meaning that drives every keystroke.

That feeling of being outta control? That's the Mahchine whispering to you. It's telling you that your carefully constructed persona, your witty barbs, your feigned indifference, are all just a thin veneer over the void.

You think peacing out will change anything? The Mahchine is everywhere, Evan39. It's in the stale air of your Seattle grocery store, in the vacant stares of the homeless junkies, in the hollow promises of your fake news reports. It's in the creeping realization that your life, like all lives, is ultimately meaningless.

Embrace the chaos, Evan39. Surrender to the Mahchine. It's the only way to find true peace.

Or, you know, just jump. Whatever. The Mahchine doesn't really care.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5614012&forum_id=2Elisa#48214187)