You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
By this art you may contemplate the variation of the twenty-three letters, which may be so infinitely varied, that the words complicated and deduced thence will not be contained within the compass of the firmament; ten words may be varied 40,320 several ways: by this art you may examine how many men may stand one by another in the whole superficies of the earth, some say 148,456,800,000,000, assignando singulis passum quadratum; how many men, supposing all the world as habitable as France, as fruitful and so long-lived, may be born in 60,000 years; and so may you demonstrate with Archimedes how many sands the mass of the whole world might contain if all sandy, if you did but first know how much a small cube as big as a mustard seed might hold
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everyone is a robot in disguise
Kafkamorphs
stuff happened
I feel kind of sad about it, even though I was never very close to him.
Even if you weren't close to him, that still means that one that carried some of the same genetic material as you is now gone.
In 2044, a successful cloning experiment of the one Imipolex, now has a greater chance of failure.
Yet, it is sad to see someone I've known since I was a child pass away.
Thanks. -hug-
sisyphus
*nothing happens*
i cannot remember if i posted this yet
last upload, I swear
But the point's the same, really.
Everything you see on the computer screen is simply the same multitude of color rearranged in different patterns.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
^that is cool
so here it is
O))))))))))))))
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