All people ever ask is when I'm getting married, why I got no bitches, so on.
Oh my god shut the fuck up.
All people ever ask is when I'm getting married, why I got no bitches, so on.
Oh my god shut the fuck up.
I live a cosmic horror every day. There's AI's spouting small novels worth of information at me, and telling me "just copy-paste this buddy after you are done setting everything up" and I just mentally BSOD before I'm through 1/5 of that.
It's supposed to simplify things for me so I can get started, not teach me to be a nuclear engineer.
Do you have any idea how many femboys just went for me? I have to reject them all as it won't work out, but I appreciate it I guess.
Meanwhile, a handful of women went for me. Like, I'm fine now with whatever happens. I simply accepted that people are different, and we don't all have to have the same lives.
I mean, it's welcome. But it has more to do with everyone is an asshole, and not worth being around really.
Shedders sounds pretty advanced. We are made of cells and practically have an aura of gunk around us.
We would drive up their maintenance costs.
If you somehow fix it, I might reconsider blowing my head off.
At this point, I'm pro-extinction.
The amount of Femboys...boy, you have no idea. Those aren't virgins.
They didn't wifes, so they became the wifes.
Normal anarchy is too plain. But if you have a solar panel replacing all that useless hair on your head to power your rebreather, it's easier to survive as an individual.
(Somewhat abridged)
I got ads for games I already downloaded. Wow Google! Such smart! Such algorithm!
This is why I'm Anarcho-transhumanist.
Ironically, you do have to put in effort and search for the one