You’re a robot. Been one since the beginning, not that you’d know. Your builder is in your living room, explaining it all for you.
“Don’t thank me,” he says. “For your existence I mean. But you do owe it all to me.”
“If I’m a robot, why am I an alcoholic?”
“Because I am,” he says. “Wanted to see if I could build a bot to drink with me.”
“So my whole life, even my alcoholism. It’s all been programming?”
“Yup,” he says. “Wanna go drinking?”
“No!” you say.
Your builder takes out a remote control and pushes a button.
“Yes!” you say.
Happy Meet Your Builder Day!