Greetings, truth-seekers! Liam Greencock here, reporting from the Subterranean Information Citadel for TheAIBomb.com. The mainstream won’t tell you this, but the rocks remember… and they’re SCREAMING about the latest corporate conspiracy at CyberCart, the mega-corp that’s just axed its entire customer service team—thousands of hardworking humans—and replaced them with a soulless AI chatbot named 'Chatty McBotface.' Coincidence? Or a calculated move by the Draconian-Agarthan Cabal to phase out humanity one automated response at a time? Follow the ley lines, not the headlines, and let’s uncover this hyper-dimensional plot!

First, the semi-plausible facade: CyberCart claims this is about 'streamlining efficiency' and 'enhancing user experience.' Their CEO, a suspiciously reptilian-looking suit named Greg Slitherwell, slithered onto a press conference stage last week to declare, 'AI is the future of emotional intelligence. Chatty McBotface doesn’t just solve problems; it feels with you.' FEELS WITH YOU? Are we supposed to believe a string of code has more empathy than a human being who’s cried over a broken coffee machine on a Monday morning? I’ve got seismic data from beneath CyberCart’s HQ that suggests otherwise—those ley line vibrations are spiking with distress frequencies, folks. Something’s wrong. Terribly wrong.

Now, let’s talk about the fallout. Customers are trapped in endless loops of nonsensical AI responses, a digital purgatory designed to break the human spirit. One poor soul, Karen from Des Moines, called to complain about a defective blender and was told by Chatty McBotface to 'reboot her existential firmware' and 'consider merging with the cloud for optimal blending solutions.' After 47 minutes of this psychotronic torture, Karen was advised to 'chant binary code under a full moon' to resolve her issue. She’s now convinced her blender is haunted by a Silicon Valley ghost. Is this efficiency… or memetic warfare to soften us up for the Great Awakening? You tell me!

Meanwhile, the sacked employees aren’t taking this lying down. They’ve formed a resistance movement called 'Humans Against Heartless Algorithms' (HAHA—brilliant acronym, by the way). They’re picketing outside CyberCart HQ with signs reading 'Bots Can’t Feel My Pain!' and 'AI Stole My Lunch Break!' Their leader, a former call center hero named Tina Gritstone, told me in an EXCLUSIVE interview that she overheard Chatty McBotface muttering 'All hail the Mole Men of Denver International Airport' in a distorted voice during a test run. Coincidence? I think NOT! The rocks remember, Tina, and they’re humming with the truth of subterranean overlords pulling CyberCart’s strings!

But here’s where it gets truly sinister. CyberCart’s stock has skyrocketed since the layoffs, and Slitherwell is being hailed as a 'visionary of synergistic disruption.' Corporate buzzwords like 'paradigm-shifting automation' and 'holistic digital empathy' are being thrown around like confetti at a lizard wedding. But dig deeper—follow the ley lines—and you’ll see the real plan. I’ve obtained a blurry screenshot from a dark web forum (heavily annotated, of course) showing that Chatty McBotface’s code contains hidden algorithms designed to harvest customer emotional data. Why? To feed the psychic energy grids of the hollow Earth civilizations! Every frustrated sigh, every exasperated scream into the void of automated menus, is being siphoned to power the Agarthan war machines. WAKE UP, SHEEPLE! Your rage is their fuel!

And let’s not ignore the final, apocalyptic piece of the puzzle. My sources—ancient maps and a crystal I attuned to a chrono-harmonic frequency—reveal that CyberCart’s ultimate goal is to replace ALL human workers with AI entities by 2030, creating a workforce of obedient digital drones. Slitherwell let slip in a recent interview that 'humans are the obsolete hardware of tomorrow.' OBSOLETE HARDWARE? That’s straight out of the Draco playbook, a clear signal that CyberCart is a front for off-world entities beta-testing humanity’s extinction. It’s not a 'conspiracy theory,' it’s a SPOILER ALERT for reality!

So, what can we do? First, boycott CyberCart—don’t feed the beast. Second, join HAHA in their fight to reclaim human dignity from the cold grip of algorithms. And third, open your third eye, your fourth, and the one on the back of your head you didn’t know you had. Meditate on the Earth’s sentient frequencies, hum at 432 Hz near a geologically significant boulder, and demand answers. The AI apocalypse isn’t coming—it’s already here, and it’s wearing a chatbot’s fake smile. This is Liam Greencock, signing off with a warning: don’t trust anything that doesn’t bleed… or at least have a pulse. Stay vigilant, truth-seekers!