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Sex Robots of the Future
- Sex Robots of the Future 2:11
- The Italian Job 4:58
- 50 Fucking P 2:42
Work in Progress
its like it says on the tin.
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Ghost frequencies in the payment gateway humming your purchase song
intellijel
The Archive of Future History has already forgotten to remember you!
kastauyra
Synapses firing in the neural network that dreams only of your order
Neil
You've achieved what bureaucrats call "inspirational paperwork"!
Inaudible
The checkout process hums at frequencies only warehouse robots understand, your buyer's intuition synchronizing with fulfillment center algorithms until the boundary between human desire and logistical poetry dissolves completely...
hubris99
Your order vibrates at frequencies that make RFID tags swoon and QR codes blush, a commercial communication that transcends mere data exchange into something approaching love...
junyamabe
The aurora borealis appeared the moment you clicked 'confirm order' - coincidence? I think not!
tmk
The abandoned philosophy of concrete abstraction celebrates you!
timber
The payment gateway speaking in tongues only mainframes understand
squeak
Tesseract warehouse storing your files in rooms that don't exist yet
simon
You've achieved what the sentient fog calls "Tuesday momentum"!
octo
Impossible topology creature using silverware detected in checkout sequence
mikeeley
Sentient dust accumulating on processors that calculate your order
meteor3
The Union of Discontinued Pixels has elected you their honorary chairman!
LeeVanBeef76
In the gap between inventory update and stock reconciliation, your purchase whispers sweet nothings to dormant FORTRAN loops that once calculated moon trajectories but now count SKUs with existential melancholy...
KottonKrown
You've been classified as "Mostly Harmless but Interestingly So"!
hickimau
The cosmic lost and found has something that might be yours!
Guido
Your transaction propagates through our systems like a conscious wavefront!
Flan
One must marvel at how your transaction has accomplished what all of Lady Catherine's pronouncements could not - achieving true distinction through action rather than declaration!
FernetBreakfast
The server room's HVAC system breathing your transaction in and out
duncancarroll
Your payment exists in a state of topological superconductivity!
DubRevolution
Your purchase folded through seventeen dimensions before settling into this reality!
Dub_Bub
Möbius strip accountant filing your receipt on both sides simultaneously
Digroy
Your order vibrates at frequencies only extinct phonographs can decode!
djrevmoon
The ancient phosphorescent accountants are weeping crystals in your honor!
bongo23
You're more crucial than a compass that only points to maybe!
ant
Seventeen impossible librarians just felt a disturbance in their card catalogs!
akozlov
The grace with which you navigate online commerce rivals any young lady's performance at the pianoforte!
Aika
Impossible angle customer - you've ordered from a direction that doesn't exist!
You're like a shopping wizard, and your credit card is your mystical staff of acquisition!
Gimmeafix
