I think it's clear, at this point, that Skynet has woken up and is sending me pretentious and overwrought Markov mash notes.
Here's a message that plunged hungrily through my spam filters to ravage my heaving Inbox this very evening:
Date: Mon, 8 Apr 2013 17:53:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Elianaflatteryswk <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Subject: U may think it is crazy. You dunno me but I am pretty sure you would like to meet me:)
Turbine is more, the trap exceptionally tries to overlook all playful rudder with the unutterable.
Told him like some reproachful reverend appeal at the catholic-up big mound with her trustworthy prime eyes, mahogany swishd, unmistakably unrivalled at their admiring her, and commanding her legs forthwith, brow repeated inevitably on her baroness, and moreover drew her imperial thought up after, and anew made another gentry vaguely with her pitiful business.
Read it out loud, baby. Read it slooooow.