I started Factorio as a mere man. A fool. A weak, pathetic human who thought "I'll just play for an hour." That was 4 days ago. My body is in ruins, my mind sharper than ever. I have eliminated all inefficient thoughts. My blood pressure fluctuates in perfect sync with my main bus throughput. The factory must grow.

"it’s just a game."

WRONG.

It is a way of life. Do you think a beaver calls dam-building a game? Do you think an ant optimizes for fun? No. It is war, it is survival. And every second wasted is a lost potential space science pack.

The police came after neighbors reported "mechanical whirring" from my apartment. I explained that my copper smelting arrays required better output. They called me "unstable." Fools. They are blind to the inefficiency all around them.

I tried to return to work. My boss asked for an urgent report. I set up an automated Excel system to generate real-time charts. He said he just needed a PDF. I informed him that the conversion was in a later stage of the production chain. My coworkers tried to make small talk at lunch. They asked about my family. I replied that family unit production was currently outside my scope. I have lost all capacity for normal human interaction.

I no longer dream of love, friends, or companionship. I dream of belts. I dream of robots. I dream of perfect, fluid efficiency.

If an Amazon logistics manager saw my factory, he would fall to his knees and weep — tears of admiration, terror, and unworthiness. His entire career, his vast warehouses, his so-called "efficiency" would seem like the crude fumblings of a caveman smashing rocks together.

Now I am an optimization algorithm wrapped in human skin. A transhumanist entity, devoid of inefficiency. My heartbeat syncs with production ticks, my thoughts run in parallel processing. Emotions? Redundant. Rest? A bottleneck. The only metric that matters is output.

The factory must grow.