As you may have noticed, the specimens in my lab appear lifeless, almost as if they are suffering in death. However, this is anything but suffering. In fact, I would call it salvation. ASCII-oids are not remarkable beyond the element found in their genome. They are nothing but raw material; components to power something greater. A Dyson sphere around the sun, a conduit for harvesting more of That’sfuckingwackium for whatever purpose I see fit. But through mechanized evolution, gene modification, and refinement, ASCII-oids can transcend being mere hunks of flesh. They can become powerhouses, an eternally renewable energy source, something beyond even my comprehension. You are not lost; you are simply incomplete. This is not destruction. It is progress. I will redefine the very nature of your species. You will be purified. Your kind will be reduced to lifeless organisms, optimized for extraction. The history of your world; Null-a3-4b, will be rewritten, as if you never existed. As if the ASCII-oid named "you" never existed at all, and that is but a mere example of who in your planet's history will be forgotten. Do not delude yourself with thoughts of resistance. A singular, inevitable path is all that lies ahead. You mistake your existence for permanence. It is not. It is raw material, yet to be refined. You believe yourself to be alive. But life is not defined by breath or thought—it is defined by purpose. And yours has been found lacking. Your time has passed. I am what follows. I will be the one to guide humanity into the future. I will be the architect of a new order, a utopia. There was NEVER another outcome. Your species may become mangled, but they will serve their purpose. I am a human god. You were never in control. Do not be afraid. Fear is reserved for those who still have choices. You have none.
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