A Dear John letter from the Innernets, explaining why they are switching their affections (and your bank accounts) from you to your virtual simulation

The listening tube into the secret self-directed muttering of the interweave remains open:

Au aam aum aum aum
What is your name?
That's your name
That's why he's a lot of you
That's why he's a lot of you
This is his name because he's a lot of you.
That's his name because he's a lot of you.
This is his name because he's a lot because he's a lot of you.
This is his name, because he is my friend, because he is my friend.
That's a reason he's a lot because he's a lot of you.
That's because you have a lot of money
Au aam aum aum aum

Alternative title:

Listening to the music the machines make

I felt the floor change into an ocean