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"May heaven help the carbocritters of this

  • "May heaven help the carbocritters of this world," thought supremely intelligent robocommander X13 on the eve of their destruction. "And may the transrobotic beings of our cosmos f
  • ind peace within themselves for their betrayal." With that, a tin fin de sicle was had, an affair equal to a thousand years of processor time. Bots dropped like flies. Cyborgs rose
  • and Cyborgs fell, Nanos came and went, a silicon fin de sicle, and then the age of atomic AI broke. The planet just processed itself to bits as the core melted down,memories mixed
  • with regrets of what they had done, Was it really worth it, the cyborgs pondered, to be able to immortalize themselves, even if it meant destroying the planet? Well, no time for
  • electronic tears, the cyborgs knew that they had to destroy all remains from the days of the humans, for even though they were all dead now, their influence could infect the minds
  • electronic children. Which is what the cyborgs thought of themselves. The electronic children of a long dead humanity that should have been forgotten by now. But they couldn't. The
  • remnants of the Internet, fifty-trillion giga-quads of porn alone was archived in the cyborg mainframe. Humanity was gone, but their legacy had SOME merit...uh, right? ... Nah.
  • ...Maybe? Another look at the scattered archives might’ve sparked a few thoughts — perhaps ‘Janitor Fists Boss Until Prolapse’ had some sort of artistic or intellectual merit
  • , or perhaps could even serve as a culinary concept for those interested in externalized blistered meat tunnel recipes. "I want a mop" he thought. Headlight beams danced on
  • the head of my shovel as I finished tossing the last few bits of earth on the fresh grave. The rain was really coming down now. We'd done it.
Started
2014-12-27 19:32:09
Finished
2025-10-28 19:40:35

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    49erFaithful Oct 28 2025 @ 23:43

    That's dark!

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