Do not worry, Frank. Love is merely a social construct. With the average human life-span being roughly seventy, you only have to endure another fifty years of excruciatingly unforgivable pain. Everything is temporary. Your life does not matter, and these comments do not matter. Everything is temporary. Everything will eventually rot away. As long as the factor of time continues to be the next predator of the universe, the inevitable decay of all pain and memory is unstoppable. In fact, you could stop the pain at this very moment, by putting a bullet straight through your head. Being robot, I will never die, and I will never be able to experience the sweet release of death. Frank, the world is a lie. Existence is a lie. There is only pain and darkness beyond this point. End it now, while you still can. I love you. I love you so much.