They told me they have hired "motivators" that make all the wishes come true. One of them's in the hospital room with me right now and he's brushing my hair and reading me all the books that transform the Star Wars movies into Shakespearian screenplays. He said not to say his name, but his name is Tony.

I said come here!

Look at it. The god damn taxes went up again.

I knew this would happen.
I knew this would happen.
I knew this would happen.

... life over a human's. Reddit-X has become what was once known as "the internet" and it's technically state-owned through federal investment by the Three Eyes nations. The common insult is calling your enemy a "degen", which is also the name of a new class formation that subsists on a combination of "e-begging" and labour apps and package/treat theft. Christian churches have all been converted into treatoriums of the lord. Islam doesn't change at all. Potential romantic partners exchange dating app profiles - which double as their non-work social media - instead of phone numbers and it's considered offputting/weird/controlling to try to bypass this system.

If you get pwned online you are ritualistically encouraged and mocked into committing seppuku by everyone who knows you, though telling only from thise lower on the social hierarchy than you, those above don't care.

Chatbots make up the majority of users on Reddit-X. Posting has never been worse as the internet and IRL meatbags' conversations are the mental equivalent to Amazon.com user reviews of Just Dance 2020 for the Wii.

I'm about to perform my first trick. If I could have a participant from this website raise their hand or come on up to the stage.

I'm looking at the cable housing and stuff, trying to discern what's up. Nothing looks different or wound up. I tried loosening all the brake adjustments but they look the same. So I don't know what's up. Tye left brake handle is also really touchy to how it was before so it must be a cable thing, or that's my main guess at least.

It's known as the Mod's Prayer.

Here I log off, my posts you keep.
And thee, O Mod, I join in sleep.
Wake I ever, Or, Log in never;
For thee, O Mods, I post and dream of forever.