Dedicated to my German Shepherd @Broccoli BNB #broccoli $BROCCOLI714

BROCCOLI714, a curious tragedy 🎭

Growing up, the phrase “eat your vegetables” hid a twisted subconscious command, thanks to my eccentric uncle’s experiments, inspired by “A Clockwork Orange” and Aldous Huxley’s unsettling ideas of conditioning. One memorable Thanksgiving, our German Shepherd, oddly named Broccoli for his lush coat, suspiciously went missing.

We unknowingly feasted with delight, praising the savory main course, oblivious until dessert. With a chilling grin, my uncle whispered his broccoli-trigger phrase, instantly revealing the horrible truth—we had eaten our beloved dog.

Stunned silence filled the room, punctuated by my uncle’s twisted laughter. Ever since, any cheerful suggestion to “eat broccoli” summons a nauseating wave of memories, forever spoiling family dinners and innocent vegetables alike.

Now I own sheeps 🐑. And we eat them too.

But there is a question which still makes me wonder everyday: Do Singularity Artificial Intelligence androids dream of electric vegetable sheeps?