In my everlasting search of irony, I asked the AI to come up with a title. This is what it did:

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They say that great beasts once roamed this world. As big as mountains. Yet all that's left of them is bone and amber. Time undoes even the mightiest of creatures. Just look at what it's done to you. One day you will perish. You will lie with the rest of your kind in the dirt. Your dreams forgotten, your horrors effaced. Your bones will turn to sand. And upon that sand a new god will walk. One that will never die. Because this world doesn't belong to you or the people who came before. It belongs to someone who has yet to come.

— Dolores from 'Westworld'

ولَولا خِلالٌ سَنَّها الشِّعرُ ما دَرَى
بُغاةُ العُلا مِن أينَ تُؤتَى المَكارِم

— أبو تمّام

There is little manliness here: therefore their women make themselves manly. For only he who is sufficiently a man will redeem the woman in woman.

- Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Everything is 'disposable' these days, even people. They are disposable because they are simply too similar to one another, you can replace one with the other without much difference really.

"The Love Token" by Jean-Léon Gérôme

And a third kind of madness comes from the Muses. This takes hold upon a gentle and pure soul, arouses it and inspires it to songs and other poetry, and thus by adorning countless deeds of the ancients educates later generations.

— Plato's Phaedrus

لا أُنكر أني أستملح التنكيت على الشعوب، لا عن غِلٍّ في النفس، ولا خُبث طبع، ولكنها عادة ألفتها مداعبة الشقيق للشقيق، وللناس فيما يسخرون مذاهب، فإن أخذ القوم ذلك بحُسن طبع، فقد تم الغرض، وإن ساءهم، فحسبهم أن يردوا علي بمثله، ففي ذلك العدل.

You must know, dear boy, that the fondness of the lover is not a matter of goodwill, but of appetite which he wishes to satisfy: just as the wolf loves the lamb, so the lover adores his beloved.

For lovers praise your words and acts beyond due measure, partly through fear of incurring your displeasure, and partly because their own judgement is obscured by their passions.

— Plato's Phaedrus

*Nothing eases suffering like human touch.*