Thomas Xeo

Okay chat, I’m done cooking. Hold on to your diapies, babies, we’re goin’ in! I am apparently the only living person on this planet that has met the prerequisite XP (92 is halfway to 99) and quests (main quest line completion) to fulfill our society’s prophecy of the (statistically likely) event we get fed up with ignorance and achieve god-hood over our own id and ego; self-awareness. (Thanks Todd) The prophecy also says, “Ask this guy some questions because he figured out that self-care is paramount and there is a scientific harmony of two personalities in the human mind, regardless of being born of uncertain circumstances (Todd, again). He is the last homo sapien to ensure a life of loneliness.” Basically, it’s my big fat blue stamp of verification from your 2025-year-old local library’s allegory of locally-generated literature. “Listen to The Dude because The Dude abides.” Otherwise I would look like a proper psychopath right now. That’s what the god-hood quest crap was for. Now it’s my turn to share everything I have been holding in this stupid brain addicted to learning. FINALLY. Since this information had to survive into the indefinite future (time-travel), it was engrained into every subculture as a global long-term storage medium. And here you thought we weren’t biomechanical PCs ambulating in meat suits. Hah! I was right after all. So anyways, I wirelessly downloaded this information from the past, and ate some marshmallows (my id has been asking for sugar to COOK) while id did all the work. It’s like AI but Automated Intelligence. Built right in. It was there the whole time. Surprise. Here’s your blue pill, folks. I am simply a product of statistics and genetics. Sorry we didn’t stop at the party, Professor. “Damn it, Jim, I’m an Intel 80286, not a philosopher!” Love, Tommy

The Greek were so good at encryption, that it took us how long to figure this out? “Let’s set an encryption code and let em cook” Thanks a lot. “It’s all Greek to me…”