I’m sick of Sandleaf. I try to use Buckleaf. My Sandleaf produces more product.

Its the Xiangling copypasta but changed to Sandleaf plant in Arknights Endfield.

I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of Sandleaf. I try to use Buckleaf. My Sandleaf produces more product. I try to use Jincao . My Sandleaf makes more carbon. I try to use wood. My Sandleaf makes more shit. I want to try Yazhen. It's still way more efficient to use Sandleaf. I want to use Citrene - It's still not the best. It grabs me by the throat. I farm for it. I plant for it. I give it my water. It isn't satisfied. I make 5 Sandleaf farms. "I don't need this many farms" It tells me. "Give me more water." It grabs my water pump and forces me to grow more Sandleaf in the farm. "You just need to funnel me more. I can be way more efficient with space." I can't try other plants, I don't have enough Sky Forges anyway. It grabs my credit card. It declines. "Guess this is the end." It grabs my originium and makes 10 planters and 5 seeders. It says "More water" There is no hint of sadness in its eyes. Nothing but pure, efficient space utilization. What a cruel world.

I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of Sandleaf. I try to make Dense Carbon. It needs Sandleaf. I try to make Dense Ferrium. It needs Sandleaf. I try to make Dense Origocrust. It needs Sandleaf. I want to craft Xiranite components. Their best recipe relies on Sandleaf. I want to make Batteries, Gear Components - they both want Sandleaf. It grabs me by the logistics belt. I farm for it. I make a tons of loops for it. I give it a dedicated grid. It isn't satisfied. I build an Overclocked Grinder array. "I don't need this much processing speed," it tells me. "Give me more raw input." It grabs my power grid and forces it to overload. "You just need to expand the plantation more. I can bind more materials." I can't expand, I don't have enough grid. It grabs my Factory Layout. It declines. "Guess this is the end." It grabs the Shredding Unit. It says "Shredder, process them." There is no hint of sadness in its texture. Nothing but pure, inescapable binding agent bottleneck. What a cruel factory.