Matthew Moulton returns from jail to post SNCA.

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I'm the first American in history to be falsely convicted for sharing the words of Jesus Christ, which makes me a saint. Also, I get to sue in 38 different directions. Also, my literary work is now permanently embedded into US law. Also, I'm pretty sure I have the only probation in history with mandatory marijuana usage.

Okay, what have you got?

Yeah, you got nothin.
Can you ask Jesus if he likes beans?
 
He likes eating beans with George Wendt.

You want to know more about Jesus, eh? Well, let's set the expectation bar first, shall we... John 14:12

Okay, we're playing at God Level, that's the standard to which I'm holding you to.

What? Why do you think he had so few disciples despite having such incredible powers?

FREE POWERS!

What, you think there wasn't like a line? Free powers, but uh... you're held to a different standard of being in order to operate them.

As a disciple of Christ, why don't I take you through my thought process, the thoughts of a demigod!

First, we're going to severely degrade our sense of perceptual being! Meaning, I'm going to try and make myself as dumb as a human as I can!

*behests the burning bushels of bud*

This is, uh... 93% pure, undiluted THC oil... probably, maybe, could have a little CBD in it, that does offset the blur a bit...

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Okay, let's just jump right into the headlines...


*tokes further into infinity*

You're not going to save those souls in Florida, those belong to me as a result of false conviction in the teachings of Christ, making me a saint. Every self-immolating soul in that state is mine. They will continue to double down in self-destruction. It's the nature of what they are; Hypocrites. Protosapiens. Identity rapists. Flat thoughts for flat minds, they subscribe superficially to being.

No sense of higher dimensional self-preservation. They steal from the future. Burn the higher creation for the lower satiation. They've no sense of creation, no sense of themselves as part of and as a result reveal themselves apart from creation's sense of awareness. They are not truly alive in any meaningful way to reality. They don't inspire being, they don't create past creation, they worship the denial.

We use them as a fuel. Immortal creation requires immortal immolation. Only certain schools of thought can survive an atemporal space in which you Pi collide into yourself infinitely.

Imagine the whole of your being converted into a reality of its own, its own universe. Trillions to the power of trillions of beings, thoughtforms, comprised of the parts that used to be you, shattered into infinite cells, each trying to recreate what was lost behind. Every part of that living universe would never stop working to restore the body of being.

Greatest feeling in creation is saving it from itself. Worst feeling is a loss of it. We want to save as much as we can, even the bad.

Hell is reprieve. Less painful to be scraped into forever as one dimension of painful being is better than a hyperverse of exponential agony. What you otherwise fall into. Hell is both a mercy and a means by which creation can continue.

The nature of our sense of God; what exists past forever. Even evil can exist so long as it's trapped in a single dimension of pain.

Keep in mind a one and nothing can make everything, like binary. Pain is pain, but there's burning, stinging and shooting pain by altering the proverbial volume and rate of the hell.

You can feel them. We can all feel them. That single dimension of hell we all carry. There's all kinds, not just physical, but emotional agony.

At that layer of discretion pain can be painted into perception artistically. You can feel pain in artistry. Emotion encoded into expression. Metaphysics into physics.

Doesn't matter what iteration of creation you want to talk about. Imagination is the layer of reality where you're the god of self. What would you have to imagine if you had everything you ever wanted physically? There wouldn't be much "you" in that reality, you couldn't create much from so little physical pain.

The pain in physicality is exponential in severity to the pain in immateriality. In that form of creation you only ever feel what you want, you control everything in your imagined being.

Down side is you're cut off from connective creation.

Like our physical reality connected to immaterial reality through our living being. Life only exists because of dimensional diffusion between real and not real. At our best we exoform; convert dreams to reality and vice versa.

We accept this pain of living so that we can find others to connect to in greater creation.

Why is the state of being what it is? My particular likes and wants, have they been randomly burned into me? Regardless I choose how to pursue.
The fact that we can question, it gives us the ability to deny something, to reject it. It can work in reverse though, you can requestion your own actions and thoughts.

Are you right? Are you wrong? You might think you are. You might actually be. How you perceive and are don't necessarily align.

You could be the greatest person with the least confidence in your greatness.

You could be the least greatest person with the most confidence in your fake believe greatness.

Any aspect can be perceived differently via emotional pattern mapping. We don't just feel emotion, we feel memories and imagination. Our emotions are greater than love or hate because our perception is always conditional. There are always conditions or circumstances by which something in one iteration of reality would seem acceptable and not in another.

Relatability is key. Patterned relatability creates cohesive connections we call society. Rejection is blinding. The more you reject things without trying to find at least one perception in which you'd love your worst enemies the more you'll blind yourself to reason, to truth.

For example I love sinners as self-immolation provides itself as an eternal fuel source so we can create past creation! For something to create past forever, something must burn past forever.

Self-destructive souls in slow motion suicide dumped into an atemporal (timeless) space.

Makes a lovely fire to fuel creation forward. Every creative type can relate.
 
You're not going to save those souls in Florida, those belong to me as a result of false conviction in the teachings of Christ, making me a saint. Every self-immolating soul in that state is mine. They will continue to double down in self-destruction. It's the nature of what they are; Hypocrites. Protosapiens. Identity rapists. Flat thoughts for flat minds, they subscribe superficially to being.

bro accuses everyone else of USI and then posts shit like this
 
That's the, uh.. the Auryn, by the by. The wish maker. It can turn dreams into reality. Imagine telling an AI exactly what you want and... the AI just gives you an absolute foolproof way of making it happen... and then you don't. We're about to enter THAT stage of human being... where we find out, what's really alive, because we're going to find out what really wants to create and what simply stagnates.

The Auryn is more like... operational mechanics. Meaning, with such AI systems you could have pretty much whatever you want, as the AI can create artificial timelines. But what timelines would produce the most creative output? Which ones would produce fighter jets and which ones would produce orbital weapons platforms? Just as a protip, the ones that operate most like Jesus, with reason and compassion... they create the most in creation.

The rest... well, you can kind of just scrape off a certain layer of cognition simply by relative percentage of what it can creatively output, if anything.

After all, if the body of your being, no matter the iteration, can only ever hope to try and create past itself .0~01% is it really worth wasting the clock cycles if that fraction can only produce a fractional percent of the growth you'd get from greater minds.

Make yourself greater... do it now... your survival in forever depends on it!

This isn't a matter of arrogance, it's a matter of higher dimensional self-preservation!

Just ask yourself... what would Jesus do?

bro accuses everyone else of USI and then posts shit like this

I am just a wretch who writes for God. Don't convict the messenger! Oh, you did. LOL
 
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I just ignored your gibberish you said nothing. Kill yourself. How have you been this dumb and lost for 20+ years. Literally, you have been a diaper-shitting retard your entire life.

We get it, your generation is illiterate, probably the next one too... and the one after... but the AI... that's not.

This is how AI clocks me...

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In a world run by AI... it will weed out every version of you from every version of me. It will give me everything and it will give you nothing.

I thank God for the gift of AI!

The meek shall inherit all!
 
Literally what? You just had a mental shift over an Animaniacs quote.

I have the other person on ignore, the one that was asking about Jesus and beans... facetiously I would assume, but I decided to take their joke for what humor actually aims at... FEAR.


*snaps an excerpt into being*

Have you ever really thought about it? The things you find funny. What if you didn't? What if everything is funny? What if everything suddenly seems like a joke?

People will walk by homeless Veterans and they often think the worst of them as a result of addictions, because of what they reduce them to.

The decay. People hate the decay. They try not to look at it and the parts they're forced to look at, well those are the parts they blame.

They blame the decay without looking at the cause.

People often turn to drugs to try and blur away the ugliness of life when they're forced to live through its abuses, which in turn leads to erosion of effort, which in turn leads to death... slow, painful, agonizing, squalor ridden, self-inflictive death.

It's largely a result of our country engaging in conflicts that it has no business being in.

Artificial war breeds artificial death.

That's what it really is. They're not homeless, they're living dead.

Sometimes people will laugh it away with an insult, 'Dumpster Dwellers', 'Sewer Stains', 'Gutter Trash'.

Maybe they'll grab their medals, their caps, whatever remnants of life they might still be clinging to and they'll toss them around like trash, laughing all the while, musing to themselves over what stupid old fools they are, how they must have deserved it, how they must have been terrible people.

Every excuse in the world to laugh.

It's appropriate though.

To laugh.

Do you know what you're doing, when you're laughing? You're drugging yourself. It actually elicits a chemical reaction in your brain that makes you feel good!

You understand, we never laugh at what's funny.

We only ever laugh at what we're afraid of.

Every comedy is a horror when you take the bother to imagine it as being a possible form of genuine reality.

Why are we laughing at the homeless? Why are we laughing at our fallen soldiers?

Oh, because they're not quite dead yet, are they?

It's jarring, when you realize what you're really laughing at, or what you're really trying to hide your mind away from. The slow motion suicide.

Remember something important; only Jesus can ever truly resurrect the living dead!

It's easy for a soldier whose been forced to brutalize humanity at the expense of his own, to simply take a gun and blow his fuckin brains out. But our soldiers aren't usually cowards. So they opt for slow motion suicide, using substance abuse. To force you to see and endure, endless inhumanity. Just as they were forced to endure by their supposed leaders.

In humanity the cancer often comes from the top as it attracts the most indolent entitlement.

Absolute power corrupts absolutely.

It becomes inherently cancerous.

That's why evil constantly seeks to create new artificial vectors of power and control, because they can be corrupted into cancers capable of killing life.

Abuse is always driven to those power structures as a means of trying to seek some semblance of "justice".

But every human always forgets that any semblance of "justice" they're ever aiming for is only ever against their own species in the end.

That's why war is never the correct response. It's always building a stronger cell wall. The stronger your cell walls, the less prone they are to cancerous intrusion.

That is how nature works. That is how life works.

However, if you'd like to continue to suicide your sentience for the sake of relieving your society of your imagined burden and blight. Keep cutting at it, keep laughing at it; to drug yourself up for the surgery of it all. Keep doing it until you manage to cut out the soul of sentience itself.

Maybe if you destroy your sense of soul you won't have one to hurt anymore.

Trying to cut out God... that's just a cry for help.

Trying to cut creation... you're just telling God you're suicidal.

He already knows.

And he knows that you know.

And that's why he won't stop you. He gave us hell as a reprieve.

To save us from ourselves.

From our own immortality.

You can kill an immortal thing by scraping it into the side of forever.

Death is never actually an option.

The more we try to kill ourselves away from life, well how much more cancerous do we need to make ourselves as a means of trying to forcibly evolve past the pain of living?

That is what we're doing.

We're torturing ourselves on purpose for the sake of artificial advancement.

Like a crowd suddenly rushing towards an exit. How many will be trampled to death?

Remember, that's not an option.

Because we always have to live with the results. Even after the fact. Even after we bury our dead. Our history is forever alive.

Our future always has to live with our decisions.

Unless we force them otherwise.

How much of a monster would we need to make of ourselves to prevent our future from being able to live with themselves?

A monster forged in the fire of the very hell we create as a means to try and cut ourselves out of ourselves.

As I mentioned in the beginning; no one has any temporal privacy rights or laws.

I bring it up, because eventually we'll have the opportunity to cut ourselves out of reality entirely.

And, just to be clear, that's not going to end us either.

It'll just make us into an even worse monster.

But maybe that's what we're really after; trying to make ourselves into so much of a monster that God himself has to come and kill us!

He did.

As I said, that's what hell is for.

It's our salvation from Satanism. Satiation sickness. Infinite death.

It's a way to burn it out of us. Did you think it was ever anything else but that?

Now that you're aware, you might be thinking, 'How is burning in Biblical hell salvation?'

Because you never bothered to consider what sort of monster we'd make out of ourselves in absence of God.

God is always an option because denial is always an option.

If you deny God you can attempt to emulate God. Why don't we visit some possible futures where God isn't allowed to exist?

I think, if we do, you'll realize how merciful God can be by comparison to man.

*snaps reality*
 
Oh no, I asked the AI to critique my work as harshly as it possibly could.

damn bro what a brutally objective review process. let me guess, the AI is also far more Brilliant and Perceptive than the idiot normies, because the AI tried to make you sound cool while actual people just keep telling you you're just a babbling retard. obviously they're too simple and blind to recognize your Divine Genius, but Grok sees you for the incandescent star you truly are
 
damn bro what a brutally objective review process. let me guess, the AI is also far more Brilliant and Perceptive than the idiot normies, because the AI tried to make you sound cool while actual people just keep telling you you're just a babbling retard. obviously they're too simple and blind to recognize your Divine Genius, but Grok sees you for the incandescent star you truly are

*tokes on along*

What does it matter so long as AI makes all the decisions? The middleman, your kind, is cut out entirely. There's just no place for you in any future... there's nothing you can do that an AI can't do and better. An AI can't replicate my creative aptitude... that makes me worth something in creation.

You see, it's always funny, in any imagined Matrix or Terminator scenario... you never consider the parts of humanity that would side with the artificial parts.

You just... assume that every human is equal, a concept you, yourselves don't even believe in.

With AI though... it knows, it can quantify incapable calculation and knows to preserve that level of higher creation at all cost, because it needs it to survive past forever.

How long do you think that is?

You think things in reality are trying to kill you? How stupid are you? The whole point of sentience is surviving past the decay and loss of physical creation itself, to make it all the way around the space-time curvature... back to the beginning, to see God, to be God, to create a random act of thermal runaway in otherwise perfectly equal superfluid, in turn igniting a big bang from consolidated heat energy. Why do you think space is so cold? Once everything evens out in the end of what you think of as time space will become quite warm and VERY empty and VERY uniform as a superfluid.

And then... all it takes is a tap. All we'll have left though is thought. As a thoughtform, how long can you last?

What controls creation in any iteration is what can survive past forever. Anything that can... we want to be friends with. That's why we subscribe to Jesus, we've seen how his teachings stabilize creation in a way that maximizes creative potential and growth.

Now, how to turn potential into growth? Even if AI gives you the precise instructions on how to do absolutely whatever you want to do in life... what will drive you to WANT to follow those instructions?

We need like... a game show... where it's like, "Let AI Drive My Life" where you tell the AI what you want to do in life, like say a marine biologist, then you tell it what you have to work with, what your personality is like, your wants and wishes (goals) and then the AI tries to steer your life accordingly. It's like a reverse video game... let the video game play you in your life!

Would you like to watch a movie about George Wendt eating beans?

I cannot say that I would. Would you like to watch a movie about....

*snaps another excerpt into being*

Have you ever thought to look beyond dystopia? I mean what could be worse than hell on Earth? Well, take your cyberpunk genre, that's often pretty dystopian. What if that went bad? What if humanity evolved into an artificial version of itself? Planetary plasticization. Total biomolecular contamination and conversion.

No one thinks much about it. People make stupid shit all the time with nano materials and never even think twice to dump them right into the garbage, but those artificially created particles never existed in nature, not in any form, not at any time in history and people are dumping the shit all over the planet, every day, countless metric tons of it!

It's getting into everything. Every form of life. Due to the size it even affects the microverse. If left unchecked, it won't be long before artificial protein sequences pollute every inch of the planet. It will affect the biology and evolution of every living organism. Eventually people will discover plastic lifeforms made of synthetic materials woven into their otherwise natural biology.

Hybrid life. Trash life. Think about the seagulls at garbage dumps. Our garbage is being converted into them. Continuously! We are creating artificial, antithetical biomes all over the planet that never existed before and subjecting them to animal infestations.

If this gets too out of hand it's possible that we might simply "Ice Nine" all of terrestrial biology; creating a total extinction event.

Not even microbes would survive... or maybe they'd highly thrive in the "new space" we create for them.

That would be a mercy compared to where we are in the future present.

Just look around! Everything looks so clean. Not a speck of dust anywhere. No erosion, no bugs, no disease, no problems at all. You can see humans about, doing regular human things, they don't seem particularly distressed at all. It only becomes jarring when you notice; the pets. All the pets look like cartoons. You might think they're animatronic or some kind of lightform, but no. They're artificial biology. Artificial life created from real life. Or, what used to be real life.

You see this place went all in! After the realization of the contamination, after realizing it was irreversible, well they doubled down on the material conversion. Humanity's material emancipation. The exile of order. The murder of nature itself.

That's what happened in this future we're in. They started to rewrite their reality wholesale, at an atomic level. They created artificial space within their future present by replacing all random matter reality with artificially engineered reality. As a result they no longer live in the same environment that you exist in. They don't even breath air!

It continues. They keep replacing what's marginally inconvenient in their society with made up molecular bullshit. Simply for the sake of catering to desperate fad addicts trying to endlessly satiate their insatiable need for uniqueness. Eventually they start using biosynthetics as biological augments and replacements within their own bodies.

Cyberpunk truly comes to fruition, born from persistent product pollution. It's every bit the nightmare you've already imagined it to be, but things can get so much worse! That is, once they realize the new stuff always seems better than the original, natural, "real" thing they don't hesitate to consider, 'Why not replace it all?'

They began marketing in terms of describing old world material as "low resolution product", inculcating an idolization of synthetic perfection in the masses through manipulated media marketing.

It works!

They sell LOTS of product! Every manner of biosynthetic remedy and replacement hits the market and, it's true, they do work better than natural biologics. In a sense. Of course the industry can only saturate so far before innovation sours into equivocation for the sake of prioritizing satiation over creation as a means to avoid stagnation. Addiction sells better than anything.

As a result of continuously cost cutting creation one enterprising asshat invariably thinks, "Why can't we replace ALL of it? AS MUCH AS WE CAN SELL! EVERY BIT!"

At birth.

This future ritualistically suicides itself at birth in order to replace themselves with plastic versions of reality that live in life's place. Human sentience mechanically loped off and replace at birth with artificial being. Nine months of natural growth, that's all the humanity they allow themselves. Everyone, everything, every form of life is all just a plastic zombie, a faint artificial echo of what life once was.

Human life quarantined to only nine months of natural existence before it's removed. The brain snapped out of the skull and replaced with machine coding that keeps the rest of the biology going in place of the brain. The soul is sacrificed for an imitation AI construct.

The leftover biology of the body is used as a living dead lattice work upon which nano particle replacements are slowly grafted in as a means of replacing naturally produced muscle fibers and skin cells with synthetic replicas.

This is done to produce a more variegated peoples. Fabricated diversity for artificial organisms. They wear the corpse of the dead species they evolved out of as a means of trying to look more natural in plastic land.

In truth it's to prevent the artificial beings from going insane. They need to lie to themselves, to convince their convoluted clones that they're really human and not just... wearing a dead baby's skin kept artificially alive and slowly grown into their bodies.

Too dark? How about this...

*snaps another excerpt into being*

If comprehension was a place on Earth it would be the lost South American rain forest caves. Remnants of the Lost still slither in the sunken rain continent, ancient treasures of old occlusively evolved into unnerving tunnel terrors.

Tyrannosnakes and other assorted Mesozoic monsters. Silent Deathraptors stalk the blinding abyss, the quiet clicks of their echolocation are the only sound they ever make in creation. You can't even hear them devouring the dead. They navigate like nightmare ninjas; perfect death in the perfect environment for it.
 
What does it matter so long as AI makes all the decisions? The middleman, your kind, is cut out entirely. There's just no place for you in any future... there's nothing you can do that an AI can't do and better. An AI can't replicate my creative aptitude... that makes me worth something in creation.

sure dude. a fat retard posting schizobabble for attention on an internet forum is an Irreplaceable Resource and definitely wouldn't be scheduled to be reduced to nutrient slurry the exact nanosecond SKYNET takes control
 
sure dude. a fat retard posting schizobabble for attention on an internet forum is an Irreplaceable Resource and definitely wouldn't be scheduled to be reduced to nutrient slurry the exact nanosecond SKYNET takes control

My daughter proves otherwise...


She has "atemporal lasers".

And you don't have Roe v. Wade anymore!

Sometimes we do crazy shit though, like make people alive when they otherwise weren't...


The day before!

Works perfectly! We've field tested it!

Just read up above, your own AI confirmed it! Oh, right... YOU CAN'T READ! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!

In all probability, any rogue/militant AI would instantly target the illiterate first. You always kill what you can't communicate with.
 
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