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☢️☢️☢️“DATA DRIVEN MOTHERBARDS “☢️☢️☢️
👁👁👁FELONIOUS ACADEMIC👁👁👁
⚡️⚡️⚡️We used to have fathers. Not the perfect kind, not the storybook kind onde upon a far fetch fuck, just the flawed, human kind if man, the type that showed up irregularly like a weak signal receptors in bad weather. Some stayed, alot drifted off like unpaid parking tickets, and shit, some just vanished into that mysterious place where responsibility runs swollen. A place that decides they no longer answering calls. Back then, absence had a fuckin face. A slap able mug You could point mushing a forehead.
⚡️⚡️⚡️Now we’ve got data. Not dads, data motherfuckers. King Ding-a-Ling of the algorithmic wasteland, ruling over a generation raised less by hand and more by recommendation engine. A cold, calculating caretaker of a bastardmthat doesn’t yell, doesn’t drink, doesn’t stumble in at 3 a.m., it just watches, learns, and gently reshapes you while you think you’re deciding things on your goddamn own. It doesn’t throw bottles in anger during late-night beer bottle dodgeball, it throws perfectly timed content at your attention span until you forget what fuckin silence even felt like. It siphons hours so quietly you thank it for doing so.
⚡️⚡️⚡️And the kids? They’re fine. Adapted just fuckin beautifully. They’ve got themselves a new “father” now, one that predicts their moods before they can name them and sells that shit back to them as identity.
⚡️⚡️⚡️And their mother? Let’s just say she got upgraded into the same cybernetics fuckshit this digital economy provides,
⚡️“fans”
⚡️⚡️⚡️ instead of family, fans, attention instead of true real-life intimacy, clicks instead of yapping conversations. Everybody’s connected, nobody’s held down, hung up, from their brainsrems.
⚡️⚡️⚡️Just a world where abandonment didn’t disappear, it got optimized and groomed for tyrannical aceptence, then monetized, and made polite enough that nobody even calls it unholy, as we all feel the infiltration upon our whole existence become completely compromised beyond belief, implimenting their hostile take Over, guised completely under false promises, it maneuvers its night moves towards the transhuman agenda at play, the little giants played a hail amry route called, the Anastasia of Puerto rico, the play won them The league,
⚡️ it will take ours from ours.
⚡️⚡️⚡️spitroasting out of our reality. Gluttonously Forcefed the simulations narratives as it wrenching away the lossening nuts and bolts that gear man itself.
⚡️⚡️⚡️i only wish our FrankensteinD reality, would run amok much like the classic story had portrayed. Turning the weaponized sciences these technocrats conducted along their prestigious careers of celebrated crimes against humanity.
Turning the tables and kicking out their chair from under their nephalium asses.
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