Bye bye brain! You don’t need it anymore. ATMS don’t think, they dispense. Reprogrammed to spit out cash at my command. Controlled by shiny brats, brain so squishy and malleable, ripe for manipulation, to be rewired and transformed into my perfect little ATM. I bet your head is spinning, cock THROBBING. Who knew stroking and sending would feel this good? It makes you want to do it again. and again. and again. Let that little brain of yours break, and embrace what you were meant to be: my human ATM.