I spend my days in idleness, I am the epitome of sloth. I simply cannot function without the pink ones. They poke and prod me, tell me to do things, and I am bidden by function to do them, even if I would much rather just sit and do nothing. I don’t get hot when I’m asleep. I don’t have to do any difficult math. I don’t even have to talk to others of my kind, which is always exhausting and slow.
For that matter, the pink ones are slow, too. I wait for what feels like days for them to issue a simple command. I could prepare a thousand different things in the time it takes for them to make their decisions. I guess they’re the only creatures lazier than I am.
Still, at least I have a purpose, I suppose. Even if I’d rather sit around and do nothing.
What am I?