If only The Science:tm: could invent some sort of self-replicating technology that used renewable solar energy to absorb CO2 and process it into something usable :(
"Demonic presence at unsafe levels. Lockdown in effect."
Is this BIGOT literally erasing black babies from the internet and denying their existence and a space for them to exist?! I cannot believe artists are still white-washing their characters in 2022. I literally cannot even-
It's all just operating expenses in spreading The Narrative:tm:.
"You haven't said it yet, but you're wrong for thinking it, and your act of thinking it is the very reason that <invented problem> happened, and the only way to fix it is if you do everything we tell you to do!"
WE TOLD YOU SO.
Pretty much everyone here foresaw that a certain portion of the male population would pretend to be women as a dating strategy, because they do not want to compete against other males.
Seeing them being accused of being "gender-racists" shouldn't come as a surprise because their opponents will use any accusation or insult, regardless of meaning, as long as it evokes the correct emotions.
My only surprise is that the police, the state, the institutions, and all the big corps seem to be taking the side of the group that wants to "break through the cotton ceiling" and coerce women to have sex with them, at risk of being called a "bigot" and getting cancelled.
I only managed about 30 minutes of the interview... seeing TDS in action is quite surreal.
Those dastardly AI controlled cars are at it again! Driving around and killing people while they hold innocent minorities trapped in the driver's seat with the doors locked by The Cloud:tm:.
Uno Reverse Card 🙃
Thanks. If we have to live through clown world, I reckon we should at least get a good laugh out of it.
Oh come on, now they're just taking the piss.
What next, bug cheese?
I really despise that sort of weasel-worded attempt to avoid confrontation when they get called out.
If they're going to make intentionally inflammatory slogans, then they should have the backbone to stand up for it, instead of just backing off and going "that's not what we meant".
>mfw a chatbot shows more individualistic patterns of thought than the average NPC on social media.
Let me guess, ham-fisted political commentary about how a bunch of deplorable strawmen ruined the climate and tried to destroy the Earth, and the only people who can stop them are an organisation of elites, and if you don't agree with their authoritarian Expert-backed orders polite suggestions, you're literally committing genocide against Mother Gaia?
The year is 20??.
The bottom layers are submerged in pools of stagnant water after the maintenance bots gave up trying to clear the drainage system of debris. The Algorithm wrote off the entire strata, leaving the bilge pumps to rust. With not even the faintest trace of air conditioning, the air is heavy and sticky. Unbearably hot and humid, the stench of decomposing plant matter permeates everywhere.
No sunlight reaches down here. The canopy of overgrowth formed from invasive kudzu vines is so thick that from where we're sitting, it may as well be as thick as concrete. What illumination we still have is sparse and intermittent. The entire structure's power grid is constantly on the verge of blackouts. Maintenance teams can't clear the sand off the solar panels fast enough before they're covered again, and the wind turbines have stopped spinning from all the grit in their gears.
Being at the bottom of the pile, we get the worst of it. When the power goes and the sewage treatment backs up, the overflow spills down here. The excretions of a millions souls, just wallowing around in a makeshift septic tank.
In a narrow crust between the water line and the sealed off exits, the survivors huddle together. Many of them are homeless drug addicts, living from hand to mouth next to automated dispensaries that mysteriously bequeath us all with stale food from time to time, but always an ample supply of drugs and their associated paraphernalia. The more industrious amongst us have scavenged what scrap they can and built rudimentary lean-tos, always wary of another landslide of composted material above us destabilising and funnelling its way further done.
There's no sense of day or night, and the rhythm of the settlement is so hypnotically lethargic that we do our best to wander away and look for things to salvage. Even trying to harvest firewood is a treacherous afair: no one knows what abandoned pets are lurking in this man-made jungle. There is a constant never ending buzz from an uncountable amount of mosquitoes, a treble overlayed upon the heavy bass of the machinery rumbling inside the walls, and the ever aching and straining groan of the load bearing supports.
Most of us can't even remember how we ended up here, but I do. It was during a talk given to us by Our Dear Leader, and upon sharing with us his latest tidings of good news, my cloud connected heart rate monitor did not measure a suitably exuberant reaction to his address. I was charged under Article 58, and through sheer gravity through the downward spiral into oblivion, I found myself here, slowly rotting away at the bottom of The Line.
And when you accidentally forget to comply with accepting your regular Over-the-Air update to your GoodThink:tm:, your subscription to your daily 3 meals of Ze Boogz will be revoked, you'll be evicted from your pod, and you will be doomed to skulk through the lower sewer levels of a giant megastructure with impenetrably thick walls that would make any prison jealous.
And if you somehow manage to break through from the sunlight starved midden that runs the gutter of The Line, you'll find yourself in the middle of a desert wasteland, with no transport, no drinkable water, and no shelter, all because your thoughts and opinions couldn't keep up fast enough with the $current_yearday narrative.
The first thing that came to mind was the cover art of the first Carmageddon with Max Damage behind the wheel.
They have some really good artists on their label. Akuma, Tokyo Rose, Strngr, Deadlife, Waveshaper etc etc.
I recall Lungs and Ceremonials being pretty good albums. That must've been what, over a decade ago?
If your life sucks, then change it. What have you got to lose?
Have you entertained the possibility that they felt their life sucked, that they did change it, and that they are happier now that they've gone their own way?
Perhaps they are quite content to care more about whether they are of use to their own self-benefit rather than whether they are useful to society.
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Ahh, I'm debooonking.
As one of our highly qualified resident fact checkers, let's have a look at this:
"anybody who dares to suggest world governments are anything but completely honest, upstanding and transparent."
Fact Check Result: False.
We suggest that all governments are dishonest, deplorable, and untrustworthy, not merely the globohomo unelected new world order commie flavour.
This ESG bullshit is so pervasive.
I wonder what needs to happen for it to eventually go away.
God bless The Bee.
And God gave this person an asshole so that they have somewhere warm to place their head.