{"id":1810,"date":"2023-01-24T08:52:31","date_gmt":"2023-01-24T08:52:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.thetembo.com\/clip\/?p=1810"},"modified":"2023-01-24T09:11:42","modified_gmt":"2023-01-24T09:11:42","slug":"diagnosis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thetembo.com\/clip\/2023\/01\/24\/diagnosis\/","title":{"rendered":"Diagnosis"},"content":{"rendered":"<span class=\"span-reading-time rt-reading-time\" style=\"display: block;\"><span class=\"rt-label rt-prefix\">Reading Time: <\/span> <span class=\"rt-time\"> 2<\/span> <span class=\"rt-label rt-postfix\">minutes<\/span><\/span>\n<p>Tim asks, &#8220;What are you doing in the dark?&#8221;<br>John says, &#8220;Writing a love letter to Anita on my laptop.&#8221;<br>&#8220;I don&#8217;t remember an Anita. Do I know her?&#8221;<br>&#8220;I don&#8217;t know. You both come from the same place.&#8221;<br>&#8220;Hmmm.&#8221;<br>&#8220;Well, this is what I have so far.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>My Dearest Anita,&nbsp;<\/em><br>          <em>As I tinker with my motorcycle, oiling its gears and tightening its bolts, I cannot help but think of you. You are the lubricant that keeps my heart running smoothly and the wrench that tightens my soul.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>John makes the corrections suggested by the AI-connected Spell Checker.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Tim says, &#8220;Is Anita a woman or a form of transportation?&#8221;<br>&#8220;Haha. The motorcycle is a great metaphor for love.&#8221;<br>&#8220;Right, Shakespeare used it all the time.&#8221;<br>&#8220;Whatever.&#8221;&nbsp;<br>An ad on the side of his letter reads, &#8220;The five beneficial foods for people with schizophrenia.&#8221; John ignores the ad and continues reading.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Just as a motorcycle needs regular maintenance to keep running at peak performance, my love for you must be nurtured and cared for. And just as a motorcycle can take me on the most exhilarating journeys, my love for you takes me on the most thrilling ride of my life.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A notice pops up, &#8220;Saving to cloud&#8230;&#8221; and then disappears.&nbsp;<br>Tim asks, &#8220;What kind of motorcycle do you have?&#8221;<br>John answers, &#8220;I don&#8217;t have a bike.&#8221;<br>&#8220;Have you ever ridden one?&#8221;<br>&#8220;Well, not a real one.&#8221;<br>&#8220;What other kind is there?&#8221;<br>&#8220;Well, I mean, I&#8217;ve thought about it. Just never gotten around to it.&#8221;<br>&#8220;Okay. You can make the analogy that riding a bike is like riding a woman. Not sure that is how I&#8217;d phrase it in a love letter, though. Is she a biker chic? Does she have a lot of tats and wear leather?&#8221;<br>&#8220;No. She&#8217;s kind of.&#8221; John tries to picture her in his mind. &#8220;Not as strong as I thought. I can&#8217;t remember any more.&#8221;<br>Tim offers, &#8220;Oily and smoky?&#8221;<br>John grimaces. He looks up at Tim but doesn&#8217;t see his face in the dark. He turns his attention back to the screen.<br>He sees another pop-up advertising twenty-four-hour-a-day psychiatric treatment and says, &#8220;What is with all of these ads I keep getting for mental health treatment and medications. So annoying.&#8221;<br>Tim chuckles, &#8220;Maybe they are trying to tell you something.&#8221;<br>&#8220;Very funny.&#8221; He dismisses the pop-up and continues his reading.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>I will always be your mechanic, constantly working to keep our love in top condition. And just as a motorcycle can withstand the toughest of roads, our love will weather any storm.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Forever yours, John.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>John types in Anita&#8217;s address and hits the send button. His email application responds with, &#8220;No address found. No suggestions.&#8221;<br>He air-swipes at the monitor, &#8220;Worthless machine. How can you not auto-complete the email address? I write to her all the time.&#8221;<br>Tim says, &#8220;Don&#8217;t you have a younger sister named Anita? What happened to her.&#8221;<br>John clutches his temples and crumbles into a ball, whimpering.<br>Tim continues accusingly, &#8220;She died in a motorcycle accident, didn&#8217;t she?&#8221;<br>John whimpers, &#8220;No. No. No. No.&#8221; He is crying. He wants to beat on Tim. He runs over to the wall and turns the light on. The room is empty. The door is locked from the inside.<br>He pulls on his hair. He wants to destroy something. He picks up his laptop. The webpage says, &#8220;Experiencing a mental health crisis? Call the hotline for immediate care from one of our mental health care professionals. Now. John. Here is the number.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>John puts the laptop down and pulls out his phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He makes the call.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Author&#8217;s note: ChatGPT assisted. Ironically, the AI wrote all the crazy parts. Art by Craiyon.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"span-reading-time rt-reading-time\" style=\"display: block;\"><span class=\"rt-label rt-prefix\">Reading Time: <\/span> <span class=\"rt-time\"> 2<\/span> <span class=\"rt-label rt-postfix\">minutes<\/span><\/span>Tim asks, &#8220;What are you doing in the dark?&#8221;John says, &#8220;Writing a love letter to Anita on my laptop.&#8221;&#8220;I don&#8217;t remember an Anita. Do I know her?&#8221;&#8220;I don&#8217;t know. 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