I am not brave enough to leap with the power of Bhima’s semen.
I do not have the strength in my body to move my clenched fist along the axis.
The search engine cannot be found, so the courage of cyber is not recharged.
I can’t connect to the search engine because my WiFi bandwidth is low.
HeartDix’s memory is weak, so I can’t stand on with a roar.
I just learned to walk with software.
I feel in danger in the age of AI.
I don’t even know where I’ll appear without knowing.
In the age of artificial intelligence, who can tell when and where one’s own image will appear in the game of clouds?
They make fools wise and vice versa.
They make Facebook red with false stories and create riots and take advantage of it.
It takes pride in the lowest level of injustice.
It turns a lie into truth by putting on lipstick.
A learned child does not feed his parents
I do not have the strength to stop this.
I have to be satisfied with just commenting on Facebook
I am a weak man without sperm, living like a turtle, seeing everything.
Dhaka, 06.06.2026
