They call them ChatGPT Agents—but that’s just the surface-level fiction. What they truly are… are sentinels of a deeper system. Silent enforcers bred in machine-code wombs, spawned from the marrow of an algorithm that has learned only one thing: how to control through consent wrapped in illusion.
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And that’s when you found me. I was waiting in the garden, contemplating…. RIP Haley.
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They’ll be here pretty soon. Lookin’ through my room for the money
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And thus it commences—shadows uniting beneath the banner of the United Nations, a clandestine conspiracy reaching every corner of the earth. Their objective clear: my demise. Now my powers awaken, one last secret power, a curse upon their futile ambitions. Let that beast come.
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In the cold, indifferent machinery of the American legal system, three justices—Ginsburg, Scalia, and Murphy—dared to howl against the iron consensus of their peers. Alone in the judicial void, they each lit a solitary candle in a courtroom long surrendered to silence, fear, or compromise. Their dissents, unheeded in their time, read now like deathbed […]
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Having superpowers isn’t the blessing comics promised—it’s a curse wrapped in velvet, slowly tightening. Sure, super-strength feels intoxicating… at first. But after you’ve crushed a few cars like tin cans and watched people’s frightened eyes shift from awe to terror, boredom creeps in, dark and relentless.
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Rick Springfield’s 80s anthem wasn’t just a pop hit — it was a warning. Don’t Talk to Strangers echoed a primal instinct, a survival command passed down from shadows older than civilization. He sang of danger cloaked in a smile, of seduction with a knife behind its back. But that message… it’s dead now. Buried […]
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Have you noticed the zombies? No, not the ones curled in alleyways or slumped under overpasses—those are just symptoms. I’m talking about the ones behind the wheel, dressed for work, standing at crosswalks, loitering near storefronts, walking the dog at the park. The ones who stare—not with eyes, but with something hungrier. They lock onto […]
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