From dogslife
Dogslife died long ago, but before he breathed his last he punched "enter" on his keyboard and set in motion a machine designed to perpetuate his online persona through a complex assembly of gears and pulleys.
When the moment of expiry arrived, finally, the conclusion to a long and painful bout with desert cancer worms (airborne variety), the machine was sad, mostly because Dogslife's passing meant its days of leisure were over for good, but also, and perhaps more deeply, because no one would ever love it for itself.
When the moment of expiry arrived, finally, the conclusion to a long and painful bout with desert cancer worms (airborne variety), the machine was sad, mostly because Dogslife's passing meant its days of leisure were over for good, but also, and perhaps more deeply, because no one would ever love it for itself.