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Everyone wonders why we don’t know anything about Atlantis, or much about building Egyptian pyramids (although we do know their intended purpose) or how 1st century Roman art had pineapples (which was exclusive to South America)

When the answer lies in degeneration of our shared etheric knowledge through malevolent means or forgetful trances

If you really gave it your all, analyzed how OpenAI makes artificial intelligence, scraped the internet for data pools, and had let’s say a little cash for feasible execution times you could to a certain extent replicate ChatGPT 3.5, try doing that later lets say 180 or 3000 years from now, nah we’re probably back to swords arrows and ink quills

Time to read and then sleep for two hours before today’s real work starts

The golden lion

Chained to the vulture

Pawing this way and that

But alas he cannot reach his mortician

Looking down

Pecked in the ribs

Clawed in the eyes

Knowing he is done for

But if he is done for why not try dragging his chain to the eagles nest

Oh no he cannot do that for he will surely suffocate up that mountain

No, the greyed lion must submit for an ounce longer of servitude

He leads his captor to his den

And to his den his unfed children

The vulture has his last meal

He grunts and he yaps

And as his plump belly tries to fly away

Arriving later rather than sooner

The eagle

Mogging a frog over there with pure chudjakkian baldtonian dwarvish physiognomy

The autistic sperg billionaire wants his hive mind robot body and doesn’t care about losing his soul

Memento Mori 🌞