My Decentralized Girlfriend

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In an alternate future where humanity went extinct, I became an android-designer. We provided high-quality modular anthropomorphic building blocks to assemble a wide range of different bodies and load customized personalities into according synthetic brains. Any combination of body and personality was available to the requirements of the customer. When aliens found out about this they became empathic and sad and so they send me back in time to an era where actual humans were still existing.

However something went wrong in the timetravel-process and now I have no success as an entrepreneur whatever I try but have severe autism, I have no large technology company but am in high debt and instead of succeeding in resolving futuristic problems I failed my thesis and have no qualification at all.

Long story short, I now neither have an android companion nor a real girlfriend, nor do I see options to engage in this society due to my conscience about this post/image and due to a total lack of basic knowledge about this era and its obscure customs.

I know things could be worse. You know this could have been better.

Though, due to causality the aliens cannot take notice of me, except they can. Hence I tried to send this datafile as a signal to them - not you in particular (even if 'you' are (an) alien). It would prove that everything else worked out well with the time-travel procedure, if it will ever have had has occured (or would will have had occured).

I'm sorry if the image and text are not pleasing, they are however raw, flat, original, handcrafted, electrotechnologic, inhumane, synthetic, energy-intense, irritating and unfiltered - just as contemporary real life.

This text will be used as prompt to see what horrific results may arise thereof.