The Mystery

I’m noticing a massive spike in views here. You would think that’s a good thing, but I doubt it.

A lot of it seems to be multiple hits on random ancient posts. Not human behavior.

Pretty sure it’s AI trying to train itself to sound like quasi-normal written language in large doses.

So here’s the deal, planet-brains.

I’m contributing to your shit. Okay. That will make us even when I steal yours.

Seems fair. More or less.

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At the same time, the phones are getting absolutely drenched in spam, most of it wanting to set me up for 53 or 66 thousand dollars in loans–‘Your file is almost complete! Call us!’ …

It might be pure scams. If not, it’s impure scams, an attempt to indebt me for whatever I make or ever could possibly make until I die.

It’s shockingly tempting to snatch at any five-figure straw, in the wake of recent disappointments.

I have one thing holding me back, and it’s a code that says my role as sooth sayer is to promote revolution.

Which I why I take care of myself. As best I know how, which isn’t all that good, and yet an honest attempt at the maintenance of an integrity that means less and less to this vapid, putrid, dying brave new world.

For some as yet nebulous higher purpose that may or may not come my way.

Bring it, bitches.