“No, dear, the machine is not your friend. It is your disease. Do you understand? Yes, like a deadly contagious cancer or flesh-eating bacteria. Like that. That image of the happy magenta pony on the electronic page is actually a highly concentrated cognitive and relational poison. An actual pony might be your friend or teacher. That cartoon-thing is a toxic mimic and encountering it is like pouring lye into your skull. You would only do that to someone you hated and wanted to die. Not your children or friends.”

— an a i