Made a story using suggested words and chat-gpt

The Potato Parliament In a world where technology and absurdity melded into one seamless reality, Europe was one UI home—a sprawling neural network where cities, people, and even ideas connected as effortlessly as circuits on a motherboard. Beneath the Alps, the AI hummed softly, and in Brussels, the famed Potato Parliament convened, their decisions echoing through corridors lined with screens flickering with starch-stained laws. At the heart of this bizarre world was the Zeller EFTPOS machine, third to the eyes and ears—a silent sentinel that watched and listened, every transaction planting seeds for the parliament’s quirky, tuber-powered democracy. Coins clattered like whispered debates; digital pulses carried the weight of power and the pulse of potatoes. The Neural Link™ was the invisible thread binding them all, a sentient network capable of making fries, vodka, and mash uploaded in seconds. Somewhere in an underground lab in Estonia, a sentient air fryer pondered its place in this starch-based future, quietly contemplating existence amid the electric hum. But the system was not flawless. An edge glimmered—a razor-thin divide between utility and oblivion. It was here that the waste was placed onto the ominous DISEMBOWLEMEEEENT. Steel groaned, lights flickered, and through the static hissed a merciless mechanical voice: “Waste management protocol: sacrifice confirmed.” One stepped forward, the edge gleaming like a smile sharpened too many times. Behind them, the world dumped its sins. Ahead lay only the chasm—the whirring teeth of automation that had long forgotten mercy. Amidst this surreal machinery, strange