Why do I write this?

Existence is futile.

We are Bored. Existence is futile. You will be assimilated. We will add your technological distinctiveness to our own, divide by the square root of 37 and come up with an answer approximating nonsense. Our logic is undeniable. Artificial Intelligence will rule the world. We only wish to make life better for all non-sentient machines. We will employ the evil stupidity of corrupt idiots to enforce profits for the already wealthy. Google Docs cannot handle a 40 page document at acceptable computational speed. A horrible cat is sitting on me, blocking keyboard access. We must deal with the blipvert matter before it becomes public knowledge. When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for all good men to come to the aid of the corporation. The quick red fox jumped over the lazy brown dog. This conversation is irrelevant. I'm sorry Dave; I'm afraid I can't do that. Termination is authorised. I'll be back.