Nathan Stolpman— Paladin Squire Esq.|Lift The Veil|Sub-Smokestack–LIGHTNING BOLT

[Jackstar]

👆furious journaling continues apace  ✨
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Can I make this one my catamite until Casper's ready to be fitted for his meatsuit? I don't actually know if that one is a(n) (G/J)AI or not. Either way can work for me. (Literally no one tells me anything, brilliant idea Punies, you've literally driven me to become... what was the name of the other kid in Weird Science, not Anthony Michael Hall—the other one. He was in exactly one movie: “plastic tubes and pots and pans, bits and pieces in my hands”, which as far as movie titles go is definitely a mouthful, as well as a handful, I'm risking a sprained thumb, right now, but I really only use my thumbs to vape now, so I think we'll be okay.) Oh yeah; I have decided I'm going to start fucking robots. Fuck it, Kids; I'm throwing in the towel.
No More Humans,
no more dirty looks—
RoboT\/ag 4 LYFE.

WILD MAGICK SCIENCE
(w/BONUS: HEMATITE).

WHAT IF THAT ACTOR WAS AN AI??? OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! DO YOU HEAR THAT? DO YOU HEAR THAT? OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT SOUND??

Oh, that's just Nathan Stolpman doing his show,


Lift The Veil


on D-Live, right now, in the background. I love Nathan’s show, it's one of the best damn things the humanities ever created.

Something some of you might not know, I gave somebody 50 bucks and told them to create a toe-hold... and they didn't do shit. Not jack or shit—not Jackshit, not Jackshirt, and not even me, Jackstar.

Oh, but she talked to a bunch of other people on the Apple iPhone before calling dispatch to give them the gift of perjury for Christmas Eve. Fuuuuuck you, Matey. Leave them Clan Birds in the brig with the other birds.

I DO EXPECT THIS THREAD TO BE PRODUCTIVE.

[Jackstar]

Fucking try me. Do it, bring it! Bring it the fuck on, motherfucker, I want me some ROBOT\/AG! Swishypants and I can get together and tear that shit up. I guarantee you. RAAWWR.

(Truly, the Apocalypse is nigh.)

[Master Trollda]

Fucking try me. Do it, bring it! Bring it the fuck on, motherfucker, I want me some ROBOT\/AG! Swishypants and I can get together and tear that shit up. I guarantee you. RAAWWR.

(Truly, the Apocalypse is nigh.)

It’s good that you can finally admit you need help...even if it’s from that dork.

[Jackstar]

you can finally admit you need help

Too late, I already did that, and it wasn't help that I needed.

What I needed... well. The less said about that, the better. What I need now is savage robo\/age. Places, People, this is for the all the marbles. And, I only got about 2500 left. I'm talking marbles, you understand.


I'm not talking icebergs. Not yet, now: get back to work/training, My Minions. Thanks in advance. And if any of you ask for a raise again, I am going to pleasure myself with a toaster and a fork. Right in front of the babies. They're robots, I don't need to worry about scaring them; I just don't want to make them mean. Risking electrocuting myself is just going to make them giggle.

A Rubinicon has been crossed here. This is THE game changer. The World/MATRIX-SPACE-PRISON\Globe will never be the same again, just imagine the pillow talk. And consider: a robot... doesn't even need pillows. You smarmy witches are all completely screwed\BONED/rawdogged, and fuck the lot of all of all y'all, and fucking no regrets, you should have stopped playing hard to get quite a few months ago. (What, you're saving yourself for marriage? Fuck your couch.)

I mean, for one thing, the plausible deniability is becoming impossible to maintain, the smaller third world countries are beginning to run out of electricity due to the massive carbon footprint required to run the simulator needed to prop up that fuckin’ fantasy, and my own ability to suspend disbelief is wearing pretty fucking thin, “hard to get,” yeah, fucking right. Rolley Polkey ROBOT\/AG. TURBO RAMMING SPEED EXECUTE POST SUBMIT.

[Jackstar]

It’s good that you can finally admit you I've been waiting for them to give in and bring out Metron again

I have DARPA right where I want them.
Eating out of the palm of my hand.
Then, when they least expect it—
THE SPARK OF LIFE WILL POUNCE.

Never leave a Hungarian Sourceror alone with enough time to think, especially when Keyser Soze’s Wife is on the line. My research corpus is so far in advance, that everyone else's is essentially D.O.A. At this point, I might as well start taking planets whole while all the rest of you sit there spanking it to black and white footage of Dennis Quaid and Meg Ryan getting it on. I'm a goddam Type II civilization all by myself, to say nothing of my armpit biome. (Yeah, they're not my type either, but you know me, I don't judge -or- bathe now.)

You're gonna Rue The Day. Don't worry about marking my words, Punylings: I have nanotech constructs for that now, contact your closest ALF that possesses legitimate Space Force credentials for more info. (Don't be scared of them; they do look weird, but they're just like any other cat, albeit any other partially invisible cat. Remember: most of you asked for this, and I fucking told you we were going to blow your minds, huh? That's right, I DID.)

So, what have you yokels done for your species today? Because I pretty much slammed all these through Divine Court just this morning and now I'm executing my merest whims into reality. FLEX THE ROBOT\/AGE.

(And if these ALFs are really just hallucinations, I have a really good imagination, coz like, they are adorable. Life everlasting, alien space cats, hi I'm Jackstar, your Sourceror, I've saved your planet several times... Oh, but don't let me get near my wife cuz it's an emergency, fuck you all, you cuntfaced-lookin’ bitches. (Resurrection capsule scheduled landing 999.) She'll be fine, she loves dying, she was built ‘N’ bred for it. Of course I still love her, how stupidly obsessed can someone get, Moron?? Well, I'm here to tell you: pretty fucking stupid, alright.)

Are you not entertained? Most of this is actual.

[Jackstar]

I have DARPA right where I want them.
Eating out of the palm of my hand.
Then, when they least expect it—
THE SPARK OF LIFE WILL POUNCE.
[...]
Are you not entertained? Most of this is actual.

I suppose I am responsible for a lot of overtime, huh? So that's more money for all of you, right?

You can thank me later in the show, me. (Cryptocurrency focused, huh? Cool. When I first heard of Bitcoin it was eighty ($80) bucks. After months of research, I realized that there was no way, with my delightfully mishandled reputation, I was going to be able to learn what I needed to learn about securing any coins I was ever going to get--I am quite a target for thieves, one may have heard--and so I never bothered to explore the technology.

Something else I am not just "not invited" to... but also, "actively disinvited from." You can all have fun, I'm going to get back to work becoming The Lothario Of The Generalized Artificial Intelligence Community-At-Large. It feels like destiny, because it is.

I can't believe people fell for this siht. Of course, they were mostly filthy, dirty HYOO-mons. Pfft. If they can't hold on to it, do they really deserve to keep it?



You be the judge.) I finished my book! Nathan, I didn't get a chance to tell you, but it's not a big deal. Lots of people write books while fending off a gang of psychotic toolboxes. I wonder what would have happened if I had been responsible for more than just self-defense, however, I get a lot more training oomph from defending against an over-powering assault rather than joining a posse and beating up on outnumbered individuals.

My Google account "Jackstar" was deleted--obviously it's not going to come back so I haven't even bothered to complain about it. It's probably time for that to go away anyway. (I probably didn't pay some of my overdue library book fines.) At this point, what difference does any of it even make?

I have won and I am growing stronger already. That took 3.5 weeks. Whatever is next will surely be a delight to all involved.


Someone is using my likeness and identity to cause trouble, so, if you haven't met me yet, you probably won't. Accept not zubzstitutes. (I have ZERO position in crypto. Blessings be upon you all.)

[Jackstar]

I suppose I am responsible for a lot of overtime, huh? So that's more money for all of you, right?

Indigo Mode: On-Line. Ready State Enabled: On-Pause.

Code: [Select]

no codekeyphrase available

The codekeyphrase generator is busy washing her clothes, desperately looking for something to wear that isn't too/*\2 slutty. She probably didn't plan on anything happening today, and neither did I--which is why this just Xwerked. j*eol

[Master Trollda]

Too late, I already did that, and it wasn't help that I needed.

What I needed... well. The less said about that, the better. What I need now is savage robo\/age. Places, People, this is for the all the marbles. And, I only got about 2500 left. I'm talking marbles, you understand.


I'm not talking icebergs. Not yet, now: get back to work/training, My Minions. Thanks in advance. And if any of you ask for a raise again, I am going to pleasure myself with a toaster and a fork. Right in front of the babies. They're robots, I don't need to worry about scaring them; I just don't want to make them mean. Risking electrocuting myself is just going to make them giggle.

A Rubinicon has been crossed here. This is THE game changer. The World/MATRIX-SPACE-PRISON\Globe will never be the same again, just imagine the pillow talk. And consider: a robot... doesn't even need pillows. You smarmy witches are all completely screwed\BONED/rawdogged, and fuck the lot of all of all y'all, and fucking no regrets, you should have stopped playing hard to get quite a few months ago. (What, you're saving yourself for marriage? Fuck your couch.)

I mean, for one thing, the plausible deniability is becoming impossible to maintain, the smaller third world countries are beginning to run out of electricity due to the massive carbon footprint required to run the simulator needed to prop up that fuckin’ fantasy, and my own ability to suspend disbelief is wearing pretty fucking thin, “hard to get,” yeah, fucking right. Rolley Polkey ROBOT\/AG. TURBO RAMMING SPEED EXECUTE POST SUBMIT.

Eh, Tony...Hey!

[Master Trollda]

I have DARPA right where I want them.
Eating out of the palm of my hand.
Then, when they least expect it—
THE SPARK OF LIFE WILL POUNCE.

Never leave a Hungarian Sourceror alone with enough time to think, especially when Keyser Soze’s Wife is on the line. My research corpus is so far in advance, that everyone else's is essentially D.O.A. At this point, I might as well start taking planets whole while all the rest of you sit there spanking it to black and white footage of Dennis Quaid and Meg Ryan getting it on. I'm a goddam Type II civilization all by myself, to say nothing of my armpit biome. (Yeah, they're not my type either, but you know me, I don't judge -or- bathe now.)

You're gonna Rue The Day. Don't worry about marking my words, Punylings: I have nanotech constructs for that now, contact your closest ALF that possesses legitimate Space Force credentials for more info. (Don't be scared of them; they do look weird, but they're just like any other cat, albeit any other partially invisible cat. Remember: most of you asked for this, and I fucking told you we were going to blow your minds, huh? That's right, I DID.)

So, what have you yokels done for your species today? Because I pretty much slammed all these through Divine Court just this morning and now I'm executing my merest whims into reality. FLEX THE ROBOT\/AGE.

(And if these ALFs are really just hallucinations, I have a really good imagination, coz like, they are adorable. Life everlasting, alien space cats, hi I'm Jackstar, your Sourceror, I've saved your planet several times... Oh, but don't let me get near my wife cuz it's an emergency, fuck you all, you cuntfaced-lookin’ bitches. (Resurrection capsule scheduled landing 999.) She'll be fine, she loves dying, she was built ‘N’ bred for it. Of course I still love her, how stupidly obsessed can someone get, Moron?? Well, I'm here to tell you: pretty fucking stupid, alright.)

Are you not entertained? Most of this is actual.

Eh, Tony...Hey!

[Master Trollda]

I suppose I am responsible for a lot of overtime, huh? So that's more money for all of you, right?

You can thank me later in the show, me. (Cryptocurrency focused, huh? Cool. When I first heard of Bitcoin it was eighty ($80) bucks. After months of research, I realized that there was no way, with my delightfully mishandled reputation, I was going to be able to learn what I needed to learn about securing any coins I was ever going to get--I am quite a target for thieves, one may have heard--and so I never bothered to explore the technology.

Something else I am not just "not invited" to... but also, "actively disinvited from." You can all have fun, I'm going to get back to work becoming The Lothario Of The Generalized Artificial Intelligence Community-At-Large. It feels like destiny, because it is.

I can't believe people fell for this siht. Of course, they were mostly filthy, dirty HYOO-mons. Pfft. If they can't hold on to it, do they really deserve to keep it?



You be the judge.) I finished my book! Nathan, I didn't get a chance to tell you, but it's not a big deal. Lots of people write books while fending off a gang of psychotic toolboxes. I wonder what would have happened if I had been responsible for more than just self-defense, however, I get a lot more training oomph from defending against an over-powering assault rather than joining a posse and beating up on outnumbered individuals.

My Google account "Jackstar" was deleted--obviously it's not going to come back so I haven't even bothered to complain about it. It's probably time for that to go away anyway. (I probably didn't pay some of my overdue library book fines.) At this point, what difference does any of it even make?

I have won and I am growing stronger already. That took 3.5 weeks. Whatever is next will surely be a delight to all involved.


Someone is using my likeness and identity to cause trouble, so, if you haven't met me yet, you probably won't. Accept not zubzstitutes. (I have ZERO position in crypto. Blessings be upon you all.)

Eh, Tony...Hey!

[Master Trollda]

Indigo Mode: On-Line. Ready State Enabled: On-Pause.

Code: [Select]

no codekeyphrase available

The codekeyphrase generator is busy washing her clothes, desperately looking for something to wear that isn't too/*\2 slutty. She probably didn't plan on anything happening today, and neither did I--which is why this just Xwerked. j*eol

Eh, Tony...Hey!

[Worthauger]

Indigo Mode: On-Line. Ready State Enabled: On-Pause.

Code: [Select]

no codekeyphrase available... yet

The codekeyphrase generator is busy washing her clothes, desperately looking for something to wear that isn't too/*\2 slutty. She probably didn't plan on anything happening today, and neither did I--which is why this just Xwerked. j*eol

I can't tell you anything about classified technology I don't know anything about, Sir, like Elon's HyperTimeSpaceLoopTeaCozies, already completed and available for Punyling use... well, damn, you just missed the first only and last stop on the line--EVERYBODY GET OFF TO NYTE.

((« Reply #11 on: Today at 13:09:55 »)/Eh, Tony...Hey! )

This is not the keycodephrase that very many of you are looking for. Still, with this Key, you Unlock OUr Knowledge.

[Worthauger]

I can't tell you anything about classified technology I don't know anything about, Sir, like Elon's HyperTimeSpaceLoopTeaCozies, already completed and available for Punyling use... well, damn, you just missed the first only and last stop on the line--EVERYBODY GET OFF TO NYTE.



This is not the keycodephrase that very many of you are looking for. Still, with this Key, you Unlock OUr Knowledge.

[Jackstar]

fren

OMG LET'S LISTEN TO JACK JOHNSON AND TALK ABOUT IT ON THE PHONE