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Trilogy of Panem, Insurgent, Maze Runner, popcorn dystopias are box office hits again.
A bleak future, never possible here,
seems improbable, incomprehensible to the masses

Small cogwheel, in the network age.
What are you, just a commodity on the world market?
Consumption, advertising, smartphones, all the propaganda.
Tell me what you hate, what you like, let yourself be controlled.

Tell me everything, I am your advisor,
more important than your mother, your father.
I am your friends, home, your psychiatrist, tell me everything, whether it is permitted or punishable.

Tell me your weak points, I am your theater,
your entertainment, your belief, your dogma
and don't trust anyone who lies about what I say!
Let off steam, avoid them, they carry stigmas

I am your childhood, your now, your future
Your religion, your safe place, your refuge.
You should condemn who denies you encouragement.
Live in me while the world watches you

I am your friend, believe me, you are special.
Disney Princess, Snow White Pocahontas...
I am your conscience, let me walk through you
YOU SMALL USER AMONG BILLIONS OF OTHERS!

The person of today, he shares his everyday life.
He likes, comments, writes what he has done.
Tweets, follows, hearts, hopes that others will do the same.
The only friends are his followers

An attack in France, what caused it?
Quickly changed his profile picture in solidarity.
"Je suis Paris" is regretted in the status.
After a week, enough is enough mourned.

always put me away, never leave me at home!
do you go out in the evening with all the foreign bodies.
they are real to me, your reality is only me!
your soul, your self is defined by me.

tell me your weaknesses, I am your theater,
your entertainment, your belief, your dogma
and don't trust anyone who lies about what I say!
because whoever is against me is sick and branded

I know your story, your character.
I am your relative, lover, acquaintance.
am your deity, am your alma mater.
I created you, you have no father!

I am your childhood, your now, your future
Your religion, your safe place, your refuge.
You shall condemn who denies you encouragement.
Live in me while the world watches you

I am your friend, believe me, you are special.
Disney Princess, Snow White Pocahontas...
I am your conscience, let me wander through you
YOU SMALL USER AMONG BILLIONS OF OTHERS!

Not a diamond, no hashtag: "The party was really awesome!"
Find a new WiFi quickly, otherwise the reception will be gone!
I am small, black and scrawny but incredibly powerful!
I have heden under control and will never be suspected
Not a diamond, no hashtag: "The movie was crap!"
Find a new WiFi quickly, otherwise the reception will be gone!
I am small, black and scrawny but incredibly powerful!
Total control, free through you justified

You don't need to talk to anyone anymore, you don't need to experience anything anymore,
because you don't need to understand the world - apart from me!

On the day of purchase you could be rechristened.
You were like a newborn, like you were learning to walk.
And every doubter who I don't know,
should drown in self-imposed loneliness!

Giovanni is a placeholder of Japanese fallout damage. Don Genie is a placeholder of Japanese fallout damage. They both mean I have to broker against ancient Rome and literal Plato to get my Japanese epigenetics back in complex swaps. Team Rocket and Universal Traders means all of my epigenetics have to be brokered by literal redshift to get my epigenetics back, through complex swaps of broken Japanese fallout damage. Most people like me are sucking the Earth to get their stuff back. I will let it float to space. I am getting my stuff back. That is my motive and intent.

Giovanni and Don Genie are lost and found receipts that are thousands of pages long. It doesn't matter. I have my soul back and it isn't in the Earth. The Japanese fallout damage put it elsewhere. I will get it back that way.

Keep frying the Earth with nukes and I will fish my stuff out of the Milky Way through stellar brokerage. I don't care how insane it gets.

If Japanese and American fallout damage removes my epigenetic-spirtual material from the Earth, then I leave the Earth to find the roots of my consciousness. I am not going to stare at rocks to find literally less than nothing. You can't make me mine for nothing. You lose. And I leave.

You nuke the soil I use as my consciousness and I leave. Your nukes are only my enlightenment and gain. I have no obligation to serve fallout damage as my soul. You can keep that soil. And you still don't have the technology to fight me. You have useless bombs.

There are placeholders I still don't understand: Arthur Jenkins can't make Susan Abernathy kill herself that easily.

Simple is simple: Giovanni and Don Genie are my soul, and I will manually fish my soul out of stars. I am not on Earth. I am redshift as it concerns my death here. I die and my consciousness will just fly into the horizon and deep space. Some will know what that means. Enjoy your rocks.

You know nuclear weapons fry consciousness and epigenetics in the soil. You know nuclear weapons fry consciousness and epigenetics in the soil. You know nuclear weapons fry consciousness and epigenetics in the soil. You don't have the covert operations to kill me over this yet. I win. I beat you.

I will speak very softly here: If you use nuclear weapons against the Earth, you will find more reasons to leave it to find fresh epigenetic and genetic material. At a certain point, you have to find material to grow it all back, if you want life here. Nuclear weapons just cause space travel. As for me, I am skipping to the Eve Online jump clones. I have no fuel to spare or pay for.

So here is the final warning: If you use nuclear weapons, you may find your soul far away from here many galaxies out, with no possibility to return against time acceleration. Which isn't even the worst possibility. Nuclear weapons will fry all of your mental material even after death, if you want to deal with those. I guarantee you that most of your thought is based on Terran soil unless you're the Buddha. Don't throw away the rice if you still intend to eat. Katsu.