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Alas, I can no longer lie to myself about my future. I now accept that it is bleak. The same company that has returned the McRib 841 limited times in the last 23 years has never given my well-being a second thought. Well, congratulations, you win. You have killed my will, spirit and soul; now my body will follow.
Luckily, I will be going to a better place. A place where my happiness won't be controlled by a multi-national conglomeration of fry cooks in cheap suits.
i think that we could use this concept to help our terraforming effort as lightning happens in rain storms. this is the first step to a greater tomorrow.
this is how we will settle disputes after the takeover. if any new recrutes happen to be scientists in holographic projection, we ask you to please comment that you are willing to help.
now all our visitors will know of me!