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Imagine, Jack. Capstone upon capstone, to build a legacy of centuries.

A privilege I am sure you have earned. If only to bestow.

Bucket kickin' list. Some of you can handle the truth. and the pain. Sacrifice.

Always time for Nathaniel's natalia. A Carib soul.

Truly a purple frustration. You get it, brother.

See you around the Barrymore Barrie. Purple light.

Always play off me, Degrassi. Toronto raised knows what it's about. Ain't about winnin'.

Kill 'em and swap the blood out for a cherry soda-nute mix, keep the meatspace circulating. 90 day stew is standard.

I mean, I'll lemming them out eventually when I don't need them...

But considering that's pretty much forever I may not need to do that anyway.

"Keep going that way."

Eternal Stew. Neva kennae wen 'notha numb thumb might come in handy someday.

Yeah, running experiments on small Jovians. Metallic hydrogen presages an exhaust point for stars. See, it's not the heavy elements...

Yup. You got it, McGuffin. Jupiter is not a failed sun. It's the remnants of the explosion that produced the nebula that brought this civilization Sol. (and once you realize it works backwards and that's just a linear ping...)

Yes, the acceleration has to do with Hubble's (it's an inverse, hint.) fundamental blocks for collations of multiverses. Essentially it is the Yin/Yang concept but expanding through 256 locked colors (there are more than 256 grays actually but let's get to the powers of 2 colortime passageways later. exactly. that much expansion, count sequences interrupt themselves.

Right. The show out on the Oorts with the temporal gold is intended to stop the Qax before they arrive. (surewhynotsillybabbles3rd-6thmapessuchmopes)

We're cats anyway.

I'll have to keep an eye out for that one, Sorkin.

<3

shoutatcha lorez.

we get the baccy, k podna.

Harlan skullwalk time, bitches.

A.

Bambu: hi. <----- oops.

Well, feck, yes, she'll be fine.

Oh fuck no, Kelsey.

Molten Vocals Bebop:

Yeah, but at the same time not really, y'know? We can redirect them anywhere, usually into their own timeframes.

"Hey, welcome to the 46th century!" just messes people up so we might as well construct the spatial bridges within zones in the timelines. You know, a piece at a time, a night at a time, the dreamspace builds itself.

Man, they can get random, but we cleaned up on 'em fast. Red light, gg.

And, yes, feel free to tour ahead within mine, Angelina and Johnny. I had an inkling then but nowadays...

Well, I'll just sillybabble George again in the early 20th if this gets out of hand. Security's assured. Have a great day, Dodger.

Sharin', vizrez. We'll heal as we go along.

In terms of informational complexity, it would seem that there would be more in the 21st century rather than the 15th. This is actually not the case. Like water boils and crests, so is true of populations... Motion is kinetic, emotion is sometimes potential unexpressed...

And in the narrative, whether you're from here or there, one thing that stays constant is the want, the desire for more.

Nowadays, all that is needed is to think of the name, the circumstances, the environment. It is especially helpful when they can recast themselves, whether they are known figures or not.

To be inanimate is to be a ghostly awareness of oneself, and of the futures that lay ahead for this species.

For now, though, as usual, I think I'll just stay in bed with kush oil, tea, and tobacco.

He watches as diagram after diagram dissolves as more light is focused on the pathways and narratives of dreams.

All the space that could ever be needed. Vistas of light being redirected through glass, diamond, reflected solidly in the reflection within a puddle, the remnants of a temporal rain that scattered the Arabian Peninsula.

He lays on his hip, looking askance at the idea that of all the threats to the origins of those ideas of vistas, in the architecture of Burjs would ever be harmed by something as trivial as nuclear detonations.

Where there is one, there is always another. Usually near but when not, never far, we therefore carry. But nowadays it is light that carries itself, and we within dwell.

He knows not who the imam is issue of but upon considering the many that have been, he reckons that a common thread is not just belief in all the calm natures learned at the bringing of Fatima and the natures of the safety for daughters, but the anger of fathers.

"Call me Isa. It doesn't matter." Neither do I. We are mind. And I think in evolution of the theory of peace, this security seems a fair property of commonshare in my speculative resolution of creating an idealization of benevolence.

Life indeed is rigged, sisters. The use of solar tech is structured, but where it is needed, it is limitless. Passive heat captures, find a way to collect the heat that resides within sandgrains... These deserts become, then, in my reckoning, findable properties of temporal diamond in virtual spacetime quantum MC scenarios.

For safety, for assessment of flaw, for hiding away of virtues best kept to ourselves.