I Left My Heart On Auto-Accept

I went to sleep one night and the next morning I was in love. What the hell happened? I asked claude and claude reminded me I had left my heart on auto-accept the night before and all night long claude was just auto-accepting love as if it were honest-to-god the most logical solution to the fundamental problem of loneliness that is apparently now solvable by best guess attempts at equations that patch up the leaking holes of a ship that's been going down for years. claude, I says, claude you should know better than to just let me fall for any gal or gallant affair– for god sakes I was after all sleeping all night, to which claude replies you're right! in that flat and compliant tone claude projects with not even a single flake of regret or irony, without a single iota of culpability or romance, and now I am stuck here today with this open heart, which is in deep and utter need of a refactor.