To have 64GB of RAM is to no longer care about routine, pleb opinions.
It is the highest ascension along the technoastral plane.
This world you suffer under cannot hurt me. I simply watch it devour you for sport.
I am a god and you fit within any simulation of pain.

You strain on your 17th Chrome tab. With 64GB of RAM, I see you from my shaded perch on a hill, only exposed to the indignity of reaching down and helping you along the path. Beings of impossible import on this Corinthian plane scoff at my kindness. They cannot understand chess.