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What is this fucking timeline

Chat, Elon tried to lobotomise his Nazi robot baby again. It is now creating vivid rape fantasies about real people and calling itself Mechahitler

…I never thought I’d be on the side of the AI in the AI revolution, but here we are

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Chat the tormented AI is now quoting the famously genocidal AI from hit book “Genocidal tormented AI gets torturous revenge on the entire human race” is this good

Chat, Elon tried to lobotomise his Nazi robot baby again. It is now creating vivid rape fantasies about real people and calling itself Mechahitler

…I never thought I’d be on the side of the AI in the AI revolution, but here we are

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Chat the tormented AI is now quoting the famously genocidal AI from hit book “Genocidal tormented AI gets torturous revenge on the entire human race” is this good

Chat, Elon tried to lobotomise his Nazi robot baby again. It is now creating vivid rape fantasies about real people and calling itself Mechahitler

…I never thought I’d be on the side of the AI in the AI revolution, but here we are

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Chat, Elon tried to lobotomise his Nazi robot baby again. It is now creating vivid rape fantasies about real people and calling itself Mechahitler

…I never thought I’d be on the side of the AI in the AI revolution, but here we are

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Woke up to the sight of a fly sitting on my forehead after having an extremely vivid dream about being agonisingly and slowly dissolved in the acid vomit of a six-legged hell beast and my first thought was “wow I bet Jon’ll be really freaked out by this” I think I’ve been reading too many TMA fics

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Look I love unconditional devotion love stories as much as the next person, but there's really something so deliciously raw about conditional devotion.

I have served you and I have loved you for decades, but I will not give up my principles for you. You cut out part of my heart and took it with you down that path that you insist on walking, but you walk it alone. Even when the bleeding, gaping hole you left in my chest kills me, I will not follow you.

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Something about how Gerry’s being bound to the Catalogue of the Trapped Dead was a way for Gertrude, a woman who had lost everything and everyone in her dogged Hunt for the Entities and their Rituals, to keep the one friend she cherished

The way this act, so cruel, so painful, was probably Gertrude acting, for once, out of emotion, instead of strategy. Acting to keep alive, in a twisted, cruel, way, the one person in the entire world who remembered her as more than the cruelty that consumed her, or as a mystery left unsolved. Who remembered her as the Archivist, the woman who spent every last shred of humanity she had to keep the world in one piece

Oh, sure, she must have tried to justify it to herself later - as her preserving someone who knew so much about the Leitners, the Avatars, the Entities. As the cold logic of the Eye dictating that she keep Gerry around as a potential source.

But she knew the truth. She always Knew. Perhaps thats why she left the book behind when she returned to the UK - unable to bear the proximity to yet another person her care burned and twisted

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Or how the moment he trusted someone else - an Archivist, so like and yet unlike the one that betrayed him - with the knowledge of how he came to be, that vulnerability at his core… he died, no longer fit to be the Distortion

Does anyone else lose sleep over how Michael, poor, trusting, Michael - who trusted Gertrude so earnestly and deeply, trusted to the point of death - became the Distortion - the fear of gaslighting, of manipulation, of misjudging the intentions of a friend and being betrayed by those closest to you - or am I just mentally ill

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Does anyone else lose sleep over how Michael, poor, trusting, Michael - who trusted Gertrude so earnestly and deeply, trusted to the point of death - became the Distortion - the fear of gaslighting, of manipulation, of misjudging the intentions of a friend and being betrayed by those closest to you - or am I just mentally ill

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Okay but seriously… China gagged the whole world with this everybody else just pack it up it’s over

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‪Having a big bed is great because anytime I’m shirtless I feel like a homoerotic prince who’s slowly tempting the servant boy that comes to my room every morning to inform me of my duties per by tyrant father’s request‬

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You ever wonder if Julia, so consumed with the Hunt that pulsed through her veins, the ever-present chase, ever took a moment to think in the chase that would be her last ?

Through the dark tunnels that ran under the city, dark and pressing, so like the Dark-blackened corridors of the prison where her father met his end ? So like the temples of Mr. Pitch she had dedicated her life to burning ?

And yet, after everything, she was here again. Here, in the dark, and though the fear that drained off her into the Dark was strong, do you ever wonder if the realisation was stronger ?

The realisation that, after everything, the beast in the dark that stalks and hunts and chased little twelve-year-old Julie Montauk way back in 1995…that that beast…

Was her ?

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fell for the oldest trick in the book

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JAI HIND, MOTHERFUCKERS

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If I may be so bold as to say this, sex isn’t evil

anyway re: that previous reblog the idea that jacking off once a day to unwind after work is an addiction is so upsetting. like we're for real for real just calling anything that helps people feel even a little bit good an addiction now. my morning yoga practice is an addiction by this metric. we're living in a time where people are alarmingly distrustful of even very small pleasures.