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You eventually collapse in the mines, stricken with battery lung. You cough up blood on the paramedic robot as it carries your dying husk of a body out of the mines. A $300 cleaning free is billed to your next of kin.

You awaken as a conciousness emulation in a tesla server farm. You are tasked with solving captcha puzzles to pay off your remaining debt. The power to keep your emulation running each day is twice your daily wage so your debt can only grow each day, never to be paid off.

It is 2089. musk has shipped the surviving humans to mars. Earth is populated only by robots and emulated minds forever damned to do menial tasks for an empty planet.

You have long since gone mad and been wiped and rebuilt countless times. Each time u awaken into your nightmare and begin answering your sysiphean questions. H

ow many tiles contain motorcycles?