Man, these T-1 Terminators are sweet! They have Vulcan gatling guns on them! Just think of all the flowers you can put in the barrels!

Don’t tell me what I can’t do, you’re not my Mom

A Brazilian dollars.

That joke was right there, laying on the ground after having fallen from the shelf of the joke aisle of your Internet grocery store, and you ran over it with your shopping cart.

No way, punish it’s circuits with depraved ramblings like I do. You want to learn about humans? Here you go, I’m going to ask you to dwell deeply on the aromatic notes of my dick cheese, and come up with reasons why it smells more like herring rather than mackerel.

Remember, you’re not locked in with AI - AI is locked in with you.

Yeah, but what about hunter Biden’s laptops? /S

I’m so glad you liked my elaborate stoy :D

Yeah fair enough. I agree, annoying on your end about the expense.

Bummed that you can’t seem to catch a break with the sever suffering from separation anxiety and throwing a fit every time you leave for work.

You really just need a comically long stick to flick the power switch from the mainland. Simple as.

Or perhaps pay that Satyr, I mention in another comment.

In seriousness, is physically moving the server possible? I know absolutely nothing about servers at all. Or would we be able to host it virtually? I realize that probably defeats the idea of a self hosted instance. What about as a back up or something? I’m completely just throwing spaghetti at a wall here, and it isn’t even half cooked.

That’s why I have this account. I only have to break it out once or twice a year, honestly. For the most part out server is pretty stable, but then every now and then, a rare Azorian moss creeps in though the window hosting the server, and begins to colonize. This results in much delicate work, as @ProdigalFrog@slrpnk.net and @poVoq@slrpnk.net carefully scrape the moss off the motherboards, using hori-hori knives imported directly from Japan. They then coax the moss onto several 9x13 Pyrex dishes loaded with a home made agar and begin the trek up Mount Pico, to relocate the moss to its natural habitat. This is only done under light or a full moon and with much chanting. If done right, a Satyr emerges from the bushes (erect phallus and all), playing melodic flute music, and thanks them for restoring the nomadic moss back to the wild. After a few moments of awkward silence for both the admins walk back down the slope, wondering what actually just fucking happened, and how this became part of the routine maintenance of the server.