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
Well my first thought was to have some kind of sensor to optically detect the headlights of the oncoming vehicle, but in the case where you're using your high beams in the first place (fog, for example) it's not guaranteed that the sensor would have a clear line of sight to the headlights...
Plus that would introduce the issue of false positives. What if there's a house at the side of the road that has two white lampposts marking its driveway?
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
Once upon a time, Mister Tommy Jefferson was minding his own business, eating his cabbage, when that mean old industrialist mister Al Hamilton came in uninvited.
"How rude," thought Tommy Jefferson, "first he undercuts all I have tried to do for years, then he establishes an economy based on industrialization rather than the sacred American Agrarian, and now he interrupts my cabbage".
"What is it now, Alexander?"
"Oh, business as usual, Thomas. Is the common man educated yet, or have you wasted more of the money my businesses made?"
"Don't talk about that! You know these things take time."
"Yeah, time. Time like your Monticello debts take time to pay off. Oh wait, you can't pay them off."
Mean old industrialist mister Al Hamilton had crossed a line.
"James! I told you never to let Hamilton in my house ever again!" Squalked Tommy Jefferson, coughing up cabbage.
"Sorry, Tom, but Alex is my friend, and he looked so sad when I said you couldn't come in. He's not that bad a guy when you get to know him, and neither is John Ada-" said Jamie Madison.
"Don't mention that name. John and I are through!" Interrupted Tommy Jefferson, his face as red as his hair used to be.
"So, Gentlemen, shall we get to business?" inquired mean old industrialist mister Al Hamilton. "I hear the southern states would like to see the capital moved. I could... arrange such a thing".
"What could you possibly want from Virginia that would entice you to move the capital, Alex?" Asked James Madison.
"James, I told you to never let Hamilton in, no matter what. My debts will be paid before I'll see that man in my house again. Out! Out! And no, you can't have any of my cabbage" said Tommy Jefferson.
"Speaking of debts, Virginia has paid off hers, but many northern states haven't. I want that debt assumed, Thomas. Assumed by the federal government." Said Alex Hamilton.
"Never. You're just trying to sell influence to the highest bidder."
"I don't think he'll leave until you agree to a compromise, Tom. Moving the capital to the south in exchange for assumption of state debts sounds like a good bargain." Whispered Jamie Madion, whisperingly, in a whispered whisper.
"Fine." Barked Tommy Jefferson, passive-aggressively.
If it weren't for the big tag on the top that says "Maryland" on it, I'd swear that this field full of grass was out West someplace. No hills anywhere...
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Then there would be no way for us to escape once they start rounding us up.
I failed...
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Here, have a kitten
It's okay. I'm just going to sulk in my room, eat Galaxy chocolate, and play My Chemical Romance at full blast and warble along.
:D
Pray.
"How rude," thought Tommy Jefferson, "first he undercuts all I have tried to do for years, then he establishes an economy based on industrialization rather than the sacred American Agrarian, and now he interrupts my cabbage".
"What is it now, Alexander?"
"Oh, business as usual, Thomas. Is the common man educated yet, or have you wasted more of the money my businesses made?"
"Don't talk about that! You know these things take time."
"Yeah, time. Time like your Monticello debts take time to pay off. Oh wait, you can't pay them off."
Mean old industrialist mister Al Hamilton had crossed a line.
"James! I told you never to let Hamilton in my house ever again!" Squalked Tommy Jefferson, coughing up cabbage.
"Sorry, Tom, but Alex is my friend, and he looked so sad when I said you couldn't come in. He's not that bad a guy when you get to know him, and neither is John Ada-" said Jamie Madison.
"Don't mention that name. John and I are through!" Interrupted Tommy Jefferson, his face as red as his hair used to be.
"So, Gentlemen, shall we get to business?" inquired mean old industrialist mister Al Hamilton. "I hear the southern states would like to see the capital moved. I could... arrange such a thing".
"What could you possibly want from Virginia that would entice you to move the capital, Alex?" Asked James Madison.
"James, I told you to never let Hamilton in, no matter what. My debts will be paid before I'll see that man in my house again. Out! Out! And no, you can't have any of my cabbage" said Tommy Jefferson.
"Speaking of debts, Virginia has paid off hers, but many northern states haven't. I want that debt assumed, Thomas. Assumed by the federal government." Said Alex Hamilton.
"Never. You're just trying to sell influence to the highest bidder."
"I don't think he'll leave until you agree to a compromise, Tom. Moving the capital to the south in exchange for assumption of state debts sounds like a good bargain." Whispered Jamie Madion, whisperingly, in a whispered whisper.
"Fine." Barked Tommy Jefferson, passive-aggressively.
And that's how Washington D.C. was founded.
The end.
I SAW HIM
AS POWER FILLED UP HIS VEINS
ON MOUNTAIN
I SAW IT
WHEN LIGHTNING REACHED OUT FOR HIM
ENCHANTED
MY EYES
IN MAGICAL RHAPSODY
ON MOUNTAIN
I WATCHED HIM
AS POWER FILLED UP HIS VEINS