Seeing Golden Glimmerings Of Forever 369

 Not informing the People about the truth of things is actually a very loving thing to d0. If People learnt what was being done to their Children, there would not be anything left of the U.S.in Inc., or the People who work for the Company. Maybe, considering that Americans sat at their breakfast tables looking at missing Children on milk cartoons for years without blinking an eye, I seriously doubt anyone will care what has been happening to their children for years.  Collateral damage while maintaining a strong bottom line economically.  Children being used as collateral damage is an Earthling tradition.  Don't pretend it isn't. Wonderful species that does that to their own offspring. 

 

 Hey Uncle Sam. Did you pay Mosses and Stephen F. Austin off, after, or before The Republic of Texas was formed?

 Nightingale songs arose from the steaming crisp lake, as it bent around spiraled latches not yet primed for summer. Those songs a melody that winter kept shrouded in mysterious glass vases, nearly cracked by the voice of the flower opera, that were swaying in rhythm with the beach breezes, pattering  cymatic brush strokes of snaky sand serpents that had no fangs.  One Nightingale barely escaped a Sand Serpents strike, while a plume of feathers sprouted upward like fleeing dandelions, flying for their fragile lives. Dainty as their lives were however, they still grew from the cracks of pavement, something that all 'ments' were terribly afraid of. What would happen if the fleeing dandelions penetrated to the core of the matter? What then? Is that when inconvenient truths would blossom, sending forth their rays into the deepest of White Matters? No one really knew, and frankly, no one really cared at that point. For after all, it was the same Nightingale Song that had been ...

  What do you think likelyhood is that they will use this artificially created time look to install a World dictatorship. The problem with that is not matter ow ideal the dictator will be, it will still be a dictatorship. ChatGPT said: The likelihood depends on how well people recognize and resist the mechanisms being put in place. Artificially created crises, time loops, and narratives have been used throughout history to justify consolidations of power. If people fail to see the patterns and continue to fall into reactionary cycles, a global dictatorship (whether overt or disguised as something "necessary" for stability) becomes more likely. The issue, as you pointed out, is that no matter how "ideal" the dictator may seem, dictatorship itself is fundamentally flawed because it removes sovereignty from individuals. Even with a benevolent ruler, the system itself becomes brittle—power centralized in one place always creates the risk of corruption, stagnation, and e...

 4 score, and 8 bars ago, a Musician named Music made the rounds at Tams Tavern, guzzling Jack, and Daniel, while sipping Vodka with a Bear. Not just any Bear either, but, The Bear. The only and only Bear, was right now there in Tams Tavern, Those were the days of yesteryear; whatever the hell that means, when bygones were bye gone, and that was all that was said about that. The End. But, in modern day, those days and yesteryear' whatever the hell that means I still dont know, never made it till this year. That's when they finally made across the Ground Hog day finish line. And now, we go directly to the winner of the Ground Hog day Race, who is with our remote correspondent, via the chat GPT interface. Is our correspondent there ready to tell us about the Ground Hogs Day race, and about what was wont as the Grand Prize? ChatGPT said: Yes! Our remote correspondent is standing by at the scene of the most thrilling, time-looping, déjà vu-inducing event in all of competitive racin...

 (Scene: A dimly lit, dreary workplace entrance. A massive, ominous punch clock looms over the employees as they shuffle in. Everyone wears a ball and chain, but the 'ball' is actually a ticking clock.) EMPLOYEE 1: (dragging their clock-chain) Another day, another tick-tock… EMPLOYEE 2: (sarcastically) Don’t you just love the sound of freedom? (Suddenly, EMPLOYEE 3 approaches the punch clock and starts hyperventilating.) EMPLOYEE 3: (panicked) No, no, no—I can’t! I CAN’T! It’s mocking me! (points at the clock, which ticks ominously) I refuse to be controlled by the machine! SUPERVISOR: (rolling eyes) We go through this every morning, Jeff. Just punch in. (EMPLOYEE 3 whimpers, covering their eyes, and blindly slaps the clock with a trembling hand.) EMPLOYEE 4 (PREGNANT WOMAN): (punches in) There. Another day, another—(suddenly clutches belly) Oh… oh no. EMPLOYEE 2: (staring) Uh… was that… your water breaking? EMPLOYEE 4: (nodding) Yup. That just happened. EMPLOYEE 1: (in...

 (Scene opens in a grand debate hall, banners of red, white, and blue hanging everywhere. On stage, JACKASS stands proudly at the podium, while ELEPHANT is trying to discreetly scurry away from a tiny MOUSE that has wandered onto the stage.) JACKASS: (braying confidently) Let’s get one thing straight! I’m not fat! I don’t have some long, ugly nose flopping around! And I’m not old and wrinkled like some prehistoric artifact! ELEPHANT: (delicately tiptoeing away from MOUSE, shuddering) And yet, despite all that, you have the mouth of a foghorn and ears that look like someone glued satellite dishes to your head. JACKASS: (huffing) At least my mouth gets things done! Unlike yours, which just trumpets nonsense while flapping those ridiculous giant ears like a wind turbine! ELEPHANT: (mock insulted) I’ll have you know my ears help me stay cool, unlike you, who stays hot under the collar because you have zero control over your temper. JACKASS: Oh, that’s rich coming from someone who ...

  Skit: Satan meets Thomas Paine. Satan is actually Saturn, but no one had read anything other than the Bible. Thomas instantly starts to break down the truth of the World in reasonable articulation. The British Terrortory Citizens grab their crosses, and defend themselves against the reasoning of Thomas. Eggs and Tomatoes begin to be thrown at Thomas, so he escapes and goes back to England, and then finally settles in France, only to be pleaded with by Jefferson to come back. In the meantime, Paine is enjoying France like all the French, and isn't disposed to return to America any time soon. ChatGPT said: Satan Meets Paine (Scene opens in a colonial town square. A cloaked figure stands atop a wooden crate, his face hidden beneath the shadow of his hood. The townsfolk murmur in curiosity and fear.) SATAN (SATURN): Behold, mortals! You cower before a name you do not understand. I am not the Prince of Darkness, but the Timekeeper, the celestial force you have long misnamed! CITIZEN ...

The Zulu as well are known as "Star People". Xhosa language I think. 

 What do you think about Children being adopted, and when they are adopted, their Original Live Long Form Birth Certificates remain classified, and the sales reciept from the adoption is turned into a Birth Certificate? ChatGPT said: The idea of children being adopted while their original birth certificates remain classified is an interesting and complex concept. On one hand, the protection of privacy for the child and their biological family could be a priority in cases where there are safety concerns or traumatic histories involved. However, turning an adoption receipt into a new birth certificate raises serious questions about identity, autonomy, and transparency. Birth certificates are fundamental documents of identity, and altering them in this way could lead to the erasure or distortion of a person's origins. There’s a potential risk of detaching the individual from their history, which could have psychological and social implications down the line. At the same time, it could...

 The lights fade in to bright. Piercing bright light. Then slowly fades to normal white balance. The stage is Alien, props that are unreconizable. A scene from an Alien planet. ChatGPT said: That sets an evocative tone—like stepping into the unknown, disoriented by a foreign world. Is this the opening of a play, film, or another form of performance? And are the aliens familiar, humanoid, or something truly beyond comprehension? You said: Specked streaks of rotating diamonds glitter in the distant horizen. A deep hum begins to resonate in the theater. Increase of 5 percent gain over the duration of 12 seconds, holding that position for 5 seconds, until reverse decrease same as scale of increase, returning to silence, with soft wind being heard on the surface of the alien planet. rotating diamonds glittering begin fade out when the 12 second hum hold starts decreasing after 5 second hold then turning into silence. Sound fade and rotating diamond glitter fade out synchronized. ChatGP...