Late in the night, Moraq likes to send me the little treats he has discovered on Reddit. I wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised him: outside of an occasional trek to What Could Go Wrong that concludes after I cringe my face inside out, I do not dwell in that place. It feels very Old Internet in a way that I like, but I had a hard time on the forums of that era also. One of my defining characteristics is that I'm always uncomfortable everywhere.
He was born in that darkness.
After we had discussed the thing with cybertrucks where they might occasionally become missiles, he kept finding other tender nibblin's in the same theme. As someone who has escaped the weight of darkness, that is to say Twitter, he's also escaped the accurs'd realm of Elon Musk. But he found someone for whom allegiance to Musk and his stainless steel geometries constituted something like an entire identity.
The words "found someone" above link to a video of the incident we describe, recorded by the wicked teens who had so scourged him. It's incredibly confusing content for a person who can differentiate if they're "online" or not. This fucking guy acts like he's kicking out a zesty tweet or something, but he's a man driving a triangle and he's yelling at kids on bikes. When Goku was gravity training in the satellite, he emerged with prodigious strength - the power to defeat his enemies, wherever they might be. What the fuck is Twitter training us to do? And how portable are the skills? Because this dude's brain is leaking directly out of his head. I'm not sure it's creating greater success for the organism, y'know?
(CW)TB out.
