Strap him into a clockwork orange type contraption in front of a laptop, restrict internet access to every website except twitter, and let him post freely
Next, we give dril everything he could ever want, along with a state-of-the-art massage for every funny tweet about Elon Musk.
Speaking of our elongated ratboy, we also give him the Trump treatment, except instead of posting freely he's only allowed to see the above accounts and tweets that mention his name. We make him a reverse-moderator that has to personally read and reinstate every tweet that got deleted for breaking twitter TOS if it dunks on Elon sufficiently enough.
We use some sort of Soulkiller or SOMA brain scanner to create a snapshot of his big wet brain, and run an AI to post for eternity, being updated on the latest news so it can continue posting
The simulated environment would be the Oval Office with the Diet Coke button and all the Big Macs he can eat. He'd last forever without degrading or going insane because he'd simply not believe you when you told him he was a simulation. Then he'd yell at the TV.
Strap him into a clockwork orange type contraption in front of a laptop, restrict internet access to every website except twitter, and let him post freely
Next, we give dril everything he could ever want, along with a state-of-the-art massage for every funny tweet about Elon Musk.
Speaking of our elongated ratboy, we also give him the Trump treatment, except instead of posting freely he's only allowed to see the above accounts and tweets that mention his name. We make him a reverse-moderator that has to personally read and reinstate every tweet that got deleted for breaking twitter TOS if it dunks on Elon sufficiently enough.
We use some sort of Soulkiller or SOMA brain scanner to create a snapshot of his big wet brain, and run an AI to post for eternity, being updated on the latest news so it can continue posting
The simulated environment would be the Oval Office with the Diet Coke button and all the Big Macs he can eat. He'd last forever without degrading or going insane because he'd simply not believe you when you told him he was a simulation. Then he'd yell at the TV.