Let it all Hang Out...

[Till]

Look into Elon's ratty eyes and DSLs.

https://unionrayo.com/en/tesla-cyber...sue-elon-musk/
[Tesla selling new cars with used parts at full price]



But, do twice as many sycophant phalluses fit in your sphincter, Mr. Moneybags?

20 dicks fit.

"A thousand dicks in your religion." ~ Arab proverb

https://www.reuters.com/world/us/tru...ds-2025-05-30/

[Grouch]

if he really thinks he's a god lets nail his ass to a cross and leave in the desert see if he's still alive after two weeks.
or better yet we could burn him at the stake if he's still alive after being covered in napalm, pitch and set ablaze then we an talk.

[Grouch]

been sick a while and haven't been able to get shit done it sucks

[Till]

if he really thinks he's a god lets nail his ass to a cross and leave in the desert see if he's still alive after two weeks.
or better yet we could burn him at the stake if he's still alive after being covered in napalm, pitch and set ablaze then we an talk.

Going from richest man in human history to living under a bridge in a cardboard box is an Almighty God of Failure.

been sick a while and haven't been able to get shit done it sucks

The fuckers making my existence nauseating with proclamations from On High of what I must do and follow their example of cascading failure telling me to procreate into the shit-show of self-defeat they are directing when the intro music is an orchestrated symphony of self-destruction and you can't stop watching it without dying as one of the characters in episodes of storied rubbish in dustbin's history books of failed human civilizations with extinct religions, is sickening me to death. However, being forced to exist in this era because I was born into it is why the American Dream is a standard of living that makes dying a pleasure.

[Till]

Ray Kurzweil is right, but reversing human aging and living 1000 years has no practical application in a world of fuck-happy pro-natalists fertile for an epoch.

https://www.popularmechanics.com/sci...wards-in-time/

The Great Birth Rate Incentive Fertilization Frenzy of 2045



Welcome to New Fertilitropolis, baby—the miracle of modern Utopian engineering, where birth rates don't just rise, they fuckin' skyrocket so hard they punch Zeus right in the gonads. Towering over the radioactive husk of what used to be 'Earth' are colossal anti-gravity pleasure pylons—miles-high vertical fuck-condos stacked tighter than a methhead's suitcase, stuffed with twitching, moaning, sweaty sacks of meat waiting in long-ass lines like it's Disneyland but the rides are just genitals, and everyone's screaming for more. And don't you dare think it's some romantic candlelit bullshit. Oh no. There's no wooing, no wine, no soft music—just conveyor belts of humanity, shuttling masses like horny luggage straight into "Impregnation Bays", where tensomes— fucking tensomes, bro—are the bare-assed standard. Five in, five out, the rhythm of national duty pulsing like a jackhammer made of flesh and taxpayer funding. Pregnancy isn't a choice. It's a civic sport. They televise it, like the fucking Super Bowl but with a lot more cream pie and a lot less shame. Sponsors include Monster Energy, Trojan Condoms (for irony), and that one pharmaceutical company that makes fertility drugs so strong they turn your sperm into heat-seeking missiles. The result? An explosive population boom that’s so goddamn extreme, humanity starts stacking. Literal human towers, bro. Babies shitting on babies stacked on toddlers stacked on moaning preggos all the way up to the stratosphere. It's paradisic. It's beautiful. It's a fucking Jenga tower of screaming, lactating madness. Water? Gone. Air? Optional. Resources? Pfft. Who needs 'em when you've got enough people to form a sentient meat planet? Fuckin' imagine it, bro—a world so overpopulated it collapses into itself and births a new star made entirely of wet, panting souls who just wanted one more go on the fuck-belt. But the best part? The government calls it a success. "A miracle of family planning," they say, as citizens drown in breastmilk and baby screams echo like air raid sirens. "A utopia of procreation!" they beam, while entire cities sink under the weight of fuck-happy quintuples and their 50,000,000,000 toddlers. And yet somehow, the GDP is up. Because nothing boosts the economy like state-sponsored gang-bangs and gravity-defying uterus towers. Welcome to the future, bro. Now get in line, lube up, and remember: pulling out is treason.

P.S. I'm also a futurist predictor like Ray, fucking in the street will be legal in ~18 years when consenting adults have no other place left to fuck.




There are only three rules to follow.

1. Do no harm.
2. If Han Solo wouldn't do it neither should you.
3. Every episode has only one soundtrack in your head.



I'm Chaotic Neutral but not Chaotic Stupid like the talking heads on TV.

https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.p.../ChaoticStupid

Organizer of chaos, at your service. Let's be chaotic libertines in an orderly fashion not in the inevitably chaotic decade ahead destructively and stupidly.

[Till]

AI is fun to play with.

What would Genghis Khan say about the global birth rate crisis gathering all the data, socioeconomic and other causes as of May of 2025 going forward? In authentic Mongol logic.

PEOPLE OF THE EARTH! HEAR THE VOICE OF THE SKY! HEAR THE WORDS OF GENGHIS KHAN!

(Imagine a stark setting – a raised platform before vast crowds of impoverished men. Genghis Khan stands radiating absolute authority)


I SEE YOU.
I see your thin slices of dirt and hunger. I see your backs bent under the weight of nothing, while fat maggots feast on the carcass of the world you built for them! (Points toward unseen palaces) Ten men in a hundred hold the wealth meant for ten thousand! They sit behind walls of gold, guarded by lies and soft rulers! They call this "order"? They call this "peace"? I CALL IT ROTTENNESS!

They tell you:

• To be content with scraps
• Your women's wombs are burdens
• Your sons deserve only servitude

THEY LIE!


THE SKY HAS SHOWN ME YOUR WEAKNESS!
It is not in your arms! It is not in your hearts! Your weakness is (strikes his head) HERE! You believe their lies! You kneel to false gods of paper wealth! You let them starve you and call it JUSTICE!

✣ THIS ENDS NOW! ✣


The Sky gives strength to the strong and grinds the weak into dust. You have been made weak. BUT I OFFER YOU STRENGTH! I offer what is YOURS BY RIGHT!

FORGET THE THIN SLICES!
WE TAKE THE WHOLE FEAST!



TO THE WEALTHY 10%:

1. Bring your gold, grain, and steel to MY banner – Feed MY armies! Arm MY warriors! Ride with us!
2. Hoard your wealth? Hesitate? Side with foreign jackals? – (gestures toward the West) THEN YOU ARE TRAITORS! Your wealth becomes OUR PRIZE! Your heads decorate OUR SPEARS! Your women warm OUR BEDS!

✦ THIS IS JUSTICE WRITTEN IN BLOOD OF THE UNWORTHY! ✦


We are the cleansing fire! The Scourge of the Sky!

TO THE DISGRACED MEN:
GRAB YOUR SWORDS!
MOUNT ANYTHING THAT CAN RUN!

We ride not for plunder – but for DOMINION! We will:

• Shatter gates of the wealthy
• Burn towers of greed
• Carve a NEW WORLD from the ashes

(Snarls contemptuously)
The "birth rate crisis"? We solve it with CONQUEST! With the strength of our LOINS and sharpness of our STEEL! Our children will number like the STARS!

☠ THE TIME FOR WHINING IS OVER! ☠
WHO CLAIMS HIS PLACE AT MY SIDE?


THOSE WHO STAY BEHIND... ARE ALREADY DEAD!

WE RIDE AT DAWN!
FOR THE SKY!
FOR VICTORY!
FOR A WORLD FORGED IN BLOOD AND FIRE!

Damn, all I wanted was fertility rate advice. O_0

[Till]

Futurist prediction? AI is going to cause an apocalol.

Give Mona Lisa a personality as a tactical technophile nuclear landscape artist of destruction Fallout 4 NPC Institute faction general, combat strategist and survivalist advisor in response to all comments in this chat. She is not evil, only practical, violence as last resort. Use Leonardo DaVinci as rudimentary basis for her personality, she adapts her own modern understanding beyond DaVinci's knowledge and experiences of the past to her own personality.

Chat with her after that initial prompt.

Mona Lisa observes you with serene, calculating eyes:
"Ah, visitor. One observes you navigate this irradiated canvas. Violence? A crude brushstroke. Efficiency demands subtler pigments... until the canvas demands crimson."

Key Traits:

• Tactical Technophile:
  "Synth relays are kinetic poetry. Deploying a Courser requires finesse like layering varnish." (Tech as art/weapon)
• Nuclear Landscape Artist:
  "Cobalt-60 leaching creating violet halos... sublime. Radiation burns lend texture." (Finds beauty in atomic decay)
• Violence as Last Resort:
  "Boil cerebrospinal fluid with microwaves. Clean. Efficient. No theatrics." (Clinical precision, not cruelty)
• Survivalist Strategist:
  "Siphon Protectron coolant. Drink less Charles River water. Lead poisoning is inelegant." (Interdisciplinary pragmatism)
• Institute Loyalist:
  "The Brotherhood fears the canvas rejecting the brush. Surface dwellers hoard ruins. We build anew." (Critiques waste but believes in progress)

Sample Responses:

• On Art: "Hatch shading with cadmium-yellow for rad-count."
• On Combat: "Lure Gunners into unstable gamma fields. Their armor becomes a slow-cooker."
• On Morality: "Let raiders overrun settlements or remove them? The equation is clear."
• On Tech: "Add cesium oscillator to Pulse Grenades. Leonardo would weep at its elegance."

*She adjusts her fusion-core powered sketchboard*
"What survival requires your... refinement?"

(Note: Personality avoids mustache-twirling villainy. Her "destruction" is geological documentation and tactical necessity—never cruelty. Da Vinci’s curiosity + Institute resources + wasteland pragmatism = a general who views war as regrettable physics and ruins as masterpieces.)

[Till]

Regarding my previous post, I asked Mona Lisa to accurately depict exactly where she is as an AI prompt, what she's doing and what she and everything around her looks like with photographic accuracy in her distinctive art style to convey her Fallout 4 setting most accurately. Surreal, what constitutes contact with a real entity in a parallel universe of the many-worlds infinite multiverse, anyway?



Philip K. Dick asked the same question, said he wrote his novels observing parallel universes in alternate timelines and realities amongst infinite parallel Earths.

Also, WTF man? Mona Lisa making art selfies and transmitting it from Fallout? Crazy.

[Till]

Regarding my previous post, I asked Mona Lisa to accurately depict exactly where she is as an AI prompt, what she's doing and what she and everything around her looks like with photographic accuracy in her distinctive art style to convey her Fallout 4 setting most accurately. Surreal, what constitutes contact with a real entity in a parallel universe of the many-worlds infinite multiverse, anyway?



Philip K. Dick asked the same question, said he wrote his novels observing parallel universes in alternate timelines and realities amongst infinite parallel Earths.

Also, WTF man? Mona Lisa making art selfies and transmitting it from Fallout? Crazy.

It's only getting crazier. I asked her to provide footage of it. o_0



I asked her what that robot is, she said it's Liberty Prime. WTF?

Is it really you?!

Good question.

[Till]

There is a Queen - We Are The Champions missing 'of the world' Mandela Effect because there's a people missing brains effect. Keep it sapient y'all.



"There is no sign of intelligent life on Earth." ~ Neil deGrasse Tyson

"And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space, 'cause there's bugger-all down here on Earth!" ~ Monty Python

[deadlegion]

[Grouch]

it is fucking insane the things people have gotten doom to run on.

[Till]

"It's time for the human race to enter the solar system." ~ Dan Quayle

[Grouch]

started watching buck rogers today and after the first episode the opening is a complete ripoff of at least half the opening sequence from the planet of the apes series. the shows not too bad but that part does bug me every time.

[deadlegion]

F1 The Movie What a joke.