Format the following passage properly, for storytelling purposes.

Mission accomplished! For the first time in almost two weeks, I have returned to work in the JARC kitchen. Though I could not help but initially feel uncertain as to whether I'd still remember all of the pointers I've been given thus far, and though I may not have done myself any favors by going to bed a bit later than I thought I would, it was a redemption for me in every sense of the word. There were no incidents. Never a moment of doubt, not a single tear shed, and zero negative words uttered. To say I was the picture of total confidence would be the definition of a falsehood, but I was as confident as one could be while running on adrenaline. Transitioning to a new 'sleep aid' last night, I found my slumber accompanied by the sounds of "AI Sponge Rehydrated", a computer-generated parody of the SpongeBob SquarePants series intended for entertainment purposes, while also serving as an exploration of the creative possibilities of which AI, in tandem with human suggestions, is capable. Understandably, Nickelodeon and Viacom are beginning to crack down on projects of this sort, as this does involve trademarks, characters, names, and indicia that are still under copyright. However, in this case, I would consider it fair use. (A quick trip to the dictionary, as it is by no means a common word; according to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, 'indicia' refers to distinctive marks [indications], or postal markings often imprinted on mail or on labels to be affixed to mail.) Though this project does involve copyrighted contents, it uses them in a transformative sense. The stories are original, based on ideas that are suggested by viewers on Discord. The 3D models and voice algorithms were created by fans and developers doing this as a spare-time hobby. There is nothing to fear insofar as the AI-generated show stealing viewership from the actual series is concerned; most of the people who watch it treat it as more of a 'guilty pleasure', enjoying it in an ironic rather than earnest sense. The AI voices and 3D models are by no means perfect; in fact, this has been used to comedic effect as a few faithful viewers have figured out ways to exploit errors in the AI logic. For example, Plankton's AI voice tends to have a 'stroke' whenever it is tasked with processing abbreviations, particularly when the abbreviated terminologies appear at the end of a sentence. For example, having Plankton say "Dr. Jr." results in an otherworldly sound that resembles someone being electrocuted, with high levels of voltage surging through their body, followed by him going into an episode of stutter tics. This, and numerous variants thereof, have become memes as a result. It seems as though many 'multidisciplinary entertainment artists', to use a term coined by voice-over veteran Holly Gauthier-Frankel, are quite concerned about AI, from the standpoint that it is gradually becoming more difficult to distinguish something created with an algorithm from something created by a human being. As someone who would still like to do professional voice-over work in the future, I'm able to see things from not only the average Joe's perspective, but the creative's point of view. For what it's worth, I don't feel that it is beneficial for artists to be so fearful. I am no different from the hundreds, if not thousands, of people whose voices have already been 'cloned' with AI. I know that there are many in the world who may consider me expendable; indeed I am in more than one sense. But I believe humans will always be necessary; after all, every computer is only as capable as the humans who program them. I do not believe algorithms are capable of being programmed to such a level that they can accurately approximate human emotion. The emotional side that makes us truly human, though some may perceive emotion as a weakness, is the most beautiful, powerful part of our humanity. Speaking as someone whose voice could be cloned, I personally would not fear the possibility of someone replacing me with AI. Actually, I would go one step further and work with the developers to ensure that my algorithm is every bit as good as it can be. I would want my voice to be preserved for future generations to enjoy, for people to use it freely for whatever purposes they see fit, no matter what they might be. I have actually given serious thought to working with a lab to have a model of my voice created, though to work with the most capable architects in that industry would require investing money that I simply do not possess at this point. If I can achieve 'infinity', to have a part of me that can exist in a sense that is beneficial for all time, I am deeply grateful. I have come to a point in my life where I am seeing the development of technologies which were unfathomable in my youth, that seemed only capable of existing in the imaginations of science-fiction writers. There are some who see AI as a menace to be stopped. I see it as being beneficial to society, if it's used for good. The human worker will always be beneficial, for they can function without being plugged into an outlet, and cannot be shorted out by water. If every electric grid on this planet were to short-circuit beyond repair, we could still get through each day. After all, there was a time when electricity did not even exist, though I honestly wouldn't be in favor of such a regression. Coming back to the kitchen I found myself looking for things to do, and mostly kept myself occupied at a dish-washing station. There is something deeply satisfying about the sensation of spraying, scrubbing and sanitizing pots, pans, trays, containers, utensils, etc. Not only do they get clean, but I am able to keep myself clean too. There is a lot of high-volume conversation going on in the living room; about half an hour ago, I found myself napping, caressing a pillow as though it were a romantic lover. It is interesting to transition from a peaceful dynamic to an intense one. Mid-nap, I heard a sound that resembled the whimpers of my dear Honey, but as it turns out was actually coming from a nearby bird. A house-mate nearby creates a symphony of staccato claps, unaccompanied by his signature brand of excited shrieking. The bird continues to sing, his sounds a recipe for relaxation. Specks of light move from left to right through the exposed portions of the bottom-most windows, suggesting a vehicle has either returned from or is heading out to a certain destination. I am comfortable with the 'bubbles' in my life, the imperfections that cannot always be smoothed out, knowing that even when we try our best we'll make mistakes. It is okay.