Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith for September 20, 2016
Sometimes I think I'm just a machine fulfilling programming. All of my actions can be easily tied to my evolutionary history. I like cake because it's high-calorie and easily digestible. I like looking at pretty girls because I'm evaluating them as potential mates. I like praise from peers because it implies strong social status. Your feelings are stupid. Out of infinite possible atomic configurations, a thing called you came into existence, with a full dashboard of easily-pressable pleasure buttons. And what do you do? Complain that the dashboard doesn't also have two-way radio to God. Can't you disagree politely? I don't want to lose my rank in our pecking order.