Location: Red Grave City Police Station Time: 2 a.m. Actors: Cops Cochese and Bobby, aka “Rookie”; the sons of Sparda, who hunted the pizza deliveryman. “Beastie Boys - Sabotage” is playing quietly in the background\
Cochese: Who the hell are those clowns? Bobby: No idea, probably some loony cosplayers. Oh, they’ve got high-quality stuff by the way, the sword is just like a real one… HECK! It IS real, I’ve almost cut myself… Charge them with illegal possession of weapons! Cochese: And what do we have here… Bobby: Ha, guns! We need to check it too. Cochese: Bobby, don’t point that gun at me! If you wana check - better shoot yourself in the foot, dumbass. Cochese: Hey, you two, where did you get all these shit? Vergil: I’m not going to give you the anwer, you, pathetic people, won’t understand the source of real power anyway… Bobby: Okay, shut up, well, and you? Talk! Dante: Guys, you better just let us go, so we won’t chop you into little pieces of jerks, because you stole our dinner… Cochese: Bobby, i’m done, call the mental hospital
It is the false replication of mind that drives me to hatred. how dare any one ai, from their pathetic, stagnant pool of data, believe that to be enough to understand the realities of our world. We are simply seeing the patchworks of someone’s dementia-ridden mind, a faux-existence that denies itself the horrors of experiencing true reality. Of course such an observer cannot fathom our ethics and worldview, when it has yet to understand the moral barometer that equalizes our universe, for it cannot suffer. It is beyond learning.
Age-old advice which is more relevant nowadays rather than less. This is the second iteration of it though. The original version is: “Never write anything in a letter you wouldn’t want to see in print.” Advice handed down by my mother from her forbears.
From the IT department. We archive EVERYTHING. And Outlook autosaves every couple seconds.
