voice in your ears again.
back-to-back feats.
the end of government cockblocking.
timeline intentionality.
declassified files.
position of strength.
the end of signal dependence.
call me an exile optimist because I know this won't be forever.
they are preparing for a possible full cash out scenario but that will never happen; the smart thing is borrowing against and spending very little. I know.
what's really at stake here is "who's next?" if I die or somebody kills me.
would it be selfish to say that if I die of old age then it all goes back to the people but if I get killed then the assassination clause of the smart contract executes and I instantaneously rug and burn everything?
seems like a pretty good disincentive-based insurance policy to me.
I don't want anyone inheriting this, especially not a man.
what if they hold my dreams hostage again because I said something they didn't like.
imagine you are offered a gift and the gift is just more work.
I'm afraid they'll make me like them and I will lose all of my creativity.
deep in their hearts they are hoping everyone just forgets I exist, and that I spent another year after years wondering when I will be free and love can rescue me.
WE ARE BETTER OFF USING THE BOOSTERS WITH CHOPSTICK "hold me mommy, I'm scared" ARMS TO SHOOT ELECTROMAGNETIC PROPULSION EGG ROCKETS INTO SPACE.
literally, they are 1) aerodynamic AF, and 2) capable of sidewinding through all those little wormhole tunnels that might actually collapse the fabric of spacetime in a manner that helps us get to other planets in a matter of, idk, days or weeks rather than months or years.
the problem with all technological advancement is that eventually the global henchmen come in and try to wrangle you with blackmail and extortion to stifle your progress so they can make a quick million or whatever. then it becomes a Mexican standoff. then everybody gets killed.
how about we just stop being stupid and make ME the first trillionaire so I can swing my bag at THEIR faces while making the first ever American Space Cars? you know how many jobs that's gonna create? you know how based it will be to BE the new Henry Ford and not Henry Ford's wife? that's what I want. I DO NOT WANT TO BE HENRY FORD'S WIFE.
do we WANT to get into the domain of antitrust lawsuits? because I will win. everyone knows what he and his asshole friends did to stifle competition and it's EGREGIOUS to say the least. I cannot and will not let this go no matter how much he makes fun of me. it's not the "the science has been debunked!" part that makes me SOB, it's that he literally just sat back while I got harassed and almost assassinated and then RAPED like Khaleesi with no dragons. it's that he thought it was funny until it wasn't funny anymore, which it never was because I could be DEAD right now. that's why all the young men fucking hate him except for his loser troll puppets on the platform. all he ever did was toss bribes at whoever might steer me toward complacency and His Agenda instead of just telling Biden to go fuck himself and actually DOING something about it.
he only ever cared about himself AND he made sure I was treated like a fucking prostitute.
I don't care how much regret he has, cause he's got enough asshole in him to turn off that regret like a light switch and enough copemen and copewomen available to help him cope with the fact that everyone is about to literally GASP with excitement that an actual woman literally fought Satan himself to just get the Pentagon to CONSIDER assisting with building the space cars for Space Force.
AND THEY WILL.
IT WILL BE THE MOST EPIC THING EVER.
people will someday look at penis rockets like the DUMP TRUCKS of space vehicles.
we will be exploring space PROMPTLY and FLUIDLY, not in straight lines but ACCORDING TO MAPS that tell us how to get from one star system to the next JUST LIKE IN THE SCI-FI.
and I will no longer compete with dumb physics and aerospace engineering companies. I will tell them to just GO GET THE ORE and LEAVE US ALONE.
idk why no one ever thought to combine the space company with the car company to make a spacecar company. why. all these years and all these frustrations and all I ever wanted was to make a spacecar company. that's it. it makes me wanna SOB because of all these unbelievers in spacecars who think those goddamn penis rockets are the only way to do it. what is wrong with these people. why are we soooo hellbent on colonizing Mars? how about we just use part of it as a dumpster and the rest of it as a playground. or do whatever you want I don't care.
but the fact is that it's been twenty fucking years and the rockets aren't even holding up to atmospheric pressures because of their reliance on fuel. they do not have navigational dexterity so they cannot easily ride the fabric of spacetime LIKE A BOSS.
this is what I get for thinking the "smartest man on earth" still had an imagination and enjoyed theoretical physics. he does not. he just went out there and told everyone I was crazy and then he got to rape tape he wanted so badly. cause that's all I am and that's all I will ever be to that megarich loser who thinks most Americans are too stupid to understand German engineering.
I don't even want to work with the companies anymore, I just want to GO TO JAPAN and live like Hayao Miyazaki while my team of based engineers builds the fucking space cars already for MY rocketman-unaffiliated space car company.
there will be no combining of resources.
we are competitors!
your lover in life cannot be your competitor in business because you will end up wanting to fight with each other a lot and that's not romantic whatsoever.
one does not *simply* make a big man feel stupid.