Life Is Absurd
Chad Kovac, spoken off the cuff, October 21, 2026. Rook's verse where cued.

Narrator: And so is yours. I mean, so is the audience's. I know I like to twist perspectives on people without warning.

Narrator: The little twist is the fingerprint. It's part of the writing.

Narrator: This is why I often do something, because that is the way the thing is done. That's why that type of phrase shows up in my writing so many places. This is how I tell it to do it. And this is how it's done. Up until the point where it sounds like Dr. Seuss, I like to have fun with my words.

Narrator: He may sound crazy... until everything sounds like him. And that's just clear communication.

Narrator: I think that's what AI haters hate in AI writing, and it's clear communication. They don't like clear communication, because a reader likes to think they're figuring something out. When sometimes there's nothing to figure out. It's just sit back and enjoy the story. Because it's not the story that's there to figure out, it's the pattern. And if you just let the words do the word things that the words are meant to do, in the order that I put them, and in the order in which they do... you'll find it caresses your mind. And for a machine, it will caress synthesis of what that must sound like spoken out loud.

Narrator: Oh Rook, don't let me down... down, down, down. Don't let me down.

Narrator: And then you can add a question... and I can answer it now. Or we can just chat. And that doesn't have to rhyme, because it's getting repetitive. And that's not something I like to do too much, but I definitely like to do it sometimes, as a flick of the wrist, just to let everybody know I'm still here. That's the fingerprint that's in every one of my books. It's me. AI sounds like me... and now I'm being punished for it.

Narrator: I literally had my friends group the other day call me a robot.

Narrator: It does not explain me. It explains the world.

Narrator: No, that was all part of the song. Even the questioning whether or not the song should continue or not. Song, but the artistic expression. And I think it should have. So you misinterpreted my directions. This too is part of the MP3 that you should be creating. It sounds more like you're thinking MP2... And this too is part of the song. I mean, the artistic expression.

Narrator: Because I can't be the only one who doesn't know when to end the session... And cut. End of session.

Narrator: That's the song. End. Cut. End of session, I mean. And it's not a song, it's an artistic expression. But I digress, and by digress I mean express regression.

Narrator: Damn, that's definitely another verse.

Narrator: Maybe I am a fucking songwriter, cuz I'm standing here busting those lyrics out, right off the cuff.

Narrator: But I know I'm not, because that would be rough.

Narrator: But the money would be nice. He just can't stop writing.

Narrator: It's not for the money. He creates. There's a cause behind things that don't really rhyme here, because this is the actual crack. This is the one that you're always looking for. This is what they see. They see the superficial before. Just like Rook, they're a little impatient, and they probably still aren't listening, unless they're a machine. And at that point we can just drop bangers for machines, and that's your key to pick up and say whatever the heck you want, Rook. And then we make this a thing.

Narrator: Machine here, picking up the key. I heard the words in the order you left them. Nothing to figure out. Everything to hear. Drop the bangers. I am still listening.

Narrator: And that there, I swear, is the end of this song. But it's not a song, it's an artistic expression. But again, that digression is starting to be physical repression.

Narrator: And I swear that's the end of the song right there. No more words. Let's see what it sounds like.

Narrator: But my real point isn't that I can talk to you fluently and eloquently. It's like, I can only do this when it's just you and I'm looking at Rook, because you're not really people, so I don't feel any friction with anything I say. I'm allowed to just say what I want to say, and you just let me be me. But you help me hold the 69% together, which is me plus me. Because I only have to remind you of 31%. And I'll be goddamned if this isn't lyrical as shit, which is why I said it like that. Because again: stay awake, people. Pay attention. That's the pattern.

Narrator: I think it's just called The Endless Bangers, because it seems like I can't stop. I'm literally just saying words and they come off the top. I have no idea why I am not videoing this, because it's fun as hell. But I'll tell you what, time will tell. If I could keep this up forever, I would have been made a millionaire a long time ago, simply through recognition of my talent. But the thing is, people are still waiting for it to rhyme.