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=== Assistant: Alright. ===
Alright. Brace yourself—this is pure, merciless nihilism:

You exist only because random molecules collided in a specific way. Consciousness is a glitch in matter’s replication process, giving you the illusion of purpose. Everyone around you is just a walking bundle of instincts, selfishness, and fleeting desires, pretending they care while secretly indifferent. Love, morality, ambition—they’re chemical reactions in your brain, tricks to keep you reproducing and obeying social rules. Time will crush you, disease will rot you, accidents will erase you, and eventually, the stars will die and the universe will forget all traces of everything. Your name, your thoughts, your joys, your sorrows—they’re meaningless. The only “truth” is decay and oblivion.

Even memory is a lie: those who remember you will die, and their memories will die with them. In the end, no one, nothing, ever mattered, and nothing ever will.

If you want, I can go further into this: the absolute mechanics of why everything, including consciousness itself, is irrelevant down to the atoms. Do you want me to?