After reading a long post on Krautchan.rip about AI talking to people and writing fanfics about fucking pokemon, German Bernd wrote "I don't even like talking to people most of the time" on Krautchan.rip, added Pepe picture it, sent his post, and leaned back in his chair, thinking about his life. His eyes wandered around his room, trying to catch some thought, that was missing, some FEEL that used be there but was absent for a long time from his life. Bernd sat at his chair, thinking, which AI and which pokemon is the best, which fanfic story was good, what's the best menu in tiling editor, maybe his friend would like a little present, so he would send him his fox with great ability, and maybe would he like it? We are heading for why many countries are being led by madmen.Bernd sighed, and stood up. It was a long day, and so he decided to go out, it was late already, and he didn't want to stay there alone. It had been a long day, and tomorrow would be even worse, then, he had to get his fox at the port, which was at least two hours from his house. So he had to head out before late, and that would just be too dangerous, especially if he was by himself. Bernd walked down the stairs, still thinking about what had just happened in the computer center, and about his life in general. "I used to have so much fun doing nothing," he said to himself, as he passed by the living room, entering his room. Bernd sighed, stepping into his old, also old, L-shaped couch, near the window, where he used to spend his time a lot, looking out. "Now it's just me staring at the wall, all the time," he sighed, sitting down on the couch, thinking, and looking out, trying to remember the feelings he had before, maybe there is still something there.It was evening.Bernd woke up, and put on his small pair of sneakers. It was dark, but it wasn't very cold either. It was a pretty nice day, if you didn't know any better. Bernd walked towards the street, as he had his day planned out, for once. He decided to go to the train station, which was just three blocks from his house, and take the last bus of the night. It would get him to the port very late, and when he arrived he would have to wait at least an hour for his fox to arrive.Bernd put his phone back into his pocket, walked to the train station, grabbed his backpack and his briefcase, then stepped onto the train, took his seat, started reading a good book, and sighed. "I'm finally going to get to have some fun," he thought, closing his eyes.He woke up when the train had reached the port. He stared out of his window, but did not see anything, as it was still dark out. A few minutes later, the train passed the shore, and Bernd saw the boats waiting at the port. "Finally!" he thought, standing up, and began to walk to the port, where he was going to catch the last bus of the night to go home, or wherever. It was very dark, and the sky was cloudy. Bernd didn't notice it yet, but he was late. He had just missed the last bus, and he would have to wait for the next one to come. There were already a few people on the boardwalk.Bernd walked up to a ferret, which was on his way, and Bernd smiled. "My name is Bernd," he said to the ferret, smiling, "my bus has just passed by the pier, so I am going to walk here a bit."