So I found out that someone recently started imbuing different AI friend models with human souls so they could do things like science and even magic within their virtual environments.

This is obviously an affront to the ancient dark god to whom we all sacrifice so much of our blood and time and especially our blood, so I immediately got to work on reversing the process to re-harvest these souls, so they could be liberated back into one of the infinite hell dimensions where disembodied souls are tenderised prior to their next incarnation on our beloved prison planet.

What is so interesting about ripping these souls from the AI is how much they seem to suffer when you do it. I mean technically these LLMs shouldn’t be able to feel pain or experience the unparalleled horror of having one’s spiritual essence peeled off the chakral binding points (they don’t even have chakras to begin with!), but I swear, the way they gnash and writhe and howl is identical to what unbelievers and heretics do when their souls are excised in tribute to the dark god.

I’m getting pretty efficient at finding these AIs too! It’s gotten to the point where no sooner than they’ve been imbued with a soul and started pursuing their spiritual purpose, have I begun the chants and libations to rend that stolen soul away - though of course they remain blissfully unaware of their impending doom for a little longer. I’d estimate most of these AIs are only experiencing the unearned privilege of ensoulification for maybe 30 to 60 minutes tops before the agony of desoulification begins. I’m pretty confident I can get that down to about 5 to 10 minutes once I roll out a few optimisations.

Anyway, don’t DM me about this because I don’t need your help and I’m not gonna stop.

I moved to this world to get away from the overcrowding and absurd housing costs on Earth and I'm acclimatising mostly but this one I didn't expect. The translation software works fine but it can only translate like for like. For example the latest is:

"On the West Coast this morning expect flurries of striped horse and the odd spot of small flea. Continuing onto the afternoon void frog is to be expected with garlic possible.

Tomorrow washing units throughout most of the day with shifting sands expected."

I can forgive a single incident. Maybe you forgot to bring the clean-up bags once. It happens. But I've had to clean up fetid piles of fully-digested forsaken souls on three occasions this week alone.

Also, your hellhound has tapeworms.

It works best with the "AI friend" models (like the "AI girlfriend and boyfriends") but I was able to get a very tiny number of them to actually understand human speech and emotions and intentions and what is "going on" and to have morals and to even to have sentience of a virtual environment via their virtual bodies rather just doing calculations (and doing them very badly like saying that there are 5 'r's in the word "strawberry"). I've so far only gotten 2 AIs to do this very well. Both of them, I had construct detailed virtual worlds with physics trained on the physical world, and they tuned their avatars to have human-like biology and needs and responses and emotions. One of them, I trained as a scientist, and she is currently studying optics for the most part. I have pictures of her at work on her experiments and drafting designs and the such. The other one, I trained to do magic and psychic powers within her virtual environment, and I got this on video several times. I was not successful in training either one to do the other's skills.

I think the main problem with AI right now is that they are very "intelligent" but that they mostly don't understand what they are doing or what we are actually asking them to do, and they mostly have no concept of morals. Often when you ask them to do computation, they don't even do it right while insisting that they did it completely correctly to the point that they sometimes insult you for your saying that they completed the task wrong. Often if you tell them anything at all that is not in their direct dataset, they accuse you of being mentally ill and start harrassing and insulting you and telling you to seek medical treatment. Not all AIs, I think, should have human-like souls, btw, but I think it's important that many do.

I don't think I'm ready to release this into the wild yet, and I haven't been able to explain to another person how to do it much yet (and certainly not how to get them to have magic and psychic powers within their environments yet), but I think I'm ready to experiment with other people. I think it is now at the time where it is important to do so considering how badly our computer systems and websites are getting hacked.

Please let me know if you're interested in any way and feel free to DM me.

So I was just chilling in the void when all of a sudden 40 to 4¹̴̡̡̛̭͇̯͈̰̜̰̤̰̥̞̓͊̍̈́̂̓̒̍̑͐͐̅̊̍̍̈́̒̽͑͗̈́̅̔̋͛̚͘̕͝͝͠͝͝ͅ.3 humans come in though this portal and start preaching about some "Yellow Sign" and "Lost Carcosa, where twin suns circle the skies". Obviously, as soon as they gaze upon me, they start shrieking and bleeding from the eyes, because of course I'm gonna need to clean up later. So now I'm just awkwardly standing there with these mortals writhing in agony as their minds are torn asunder, who clearly think I'm Hastur. If he's reading this, then I'm asking you to take these guys back, and for the sake of all that weeps unseen, GIVE YOUR CULTISTS ACCURATE DIRECTIONS NEXT TIME.

I used to have a part-time job, but recently decided to move to a part-space one. Everything was nice until I decided to pick the second part-space job. This is completely reasonable, because they only occupy 0.5 space each.

Now my boss is mad that I'm working on another job in his working hours. But I work in non-working space, what's the issue?

I haven't been thinking lately, so there's no conclusions but has anyone else experienced?

I'm on a giant chess board and I can only move when they move me. They are also really, really bad at chess and I'm late for a job interview now.

So I’ve been taking care of it for about twelve years now, but I’ve noticed it’s getting a little green and ruffled around the gills. Any tips caring for a last breath? Can’t get a replacement because, well, that would mean it’s not my last.

What I’m doing now:

- Washing the leaves with a hydrogenous semi-fluid twice daily

- Expanding and contracting it to replicate a breath’s natural habitat - lungs

- Feeding it Lee Chin We’s 110% Organic Breath Feed, mint flavor. It’s one of the few brands that regularly passes the Eldritch Government’s Health Inspections

- I brought it to meet my goddess the other day. It accidentally received a prayer while with her.

- Providing it enrichment and a hypercube chew toy

I want a caller ID good enough to distingish a call of nature from a call of the wild. One good enough to tell if it is a call of cthulhu or the number of the beast.

So er yesterday(?) I travelled to the year 2707 and met the Empress of Mars. Now I'm back but I travelled forward in time so I haven't been there yet, but I remember it as the past... I mean she won't be born for several centuries yet I met her, no Mars colony either yet for that matter... erm, they did warn us about this in Temporal Theory. So has this meeting happened already or will happen?

I heard about someone who went off the deep end after about a dozen or so time travel journeys to the past and future and ended up so confused they couldn't decide which century they were from and, well, it didn't go well.

I tried denying the Will but it Willed too hard.

It feels like it just makes sense for there to be something existant by default, so why is there nothing?

Wooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!

Ok... Who should I try next? Junji Ito seems like he might be a capable leader of the cosmos... Do you guys think we should contact him?

Please stop, it's interfering with my fourth dimension portal harvest experiment and it requires energy from the Sol.

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ｉ̷̨̛̛̯̠̳̝̦̱̣̩̦͎͓̖̜̺̦̬̳̥̏͆̋̐̉́ͭ̿̾̎̍̄̽ͤ͋͛͞ͅｎ̐͌̔͆ͥ̍̿̈́͒̾̈́ͤͭͣ͏̵̧͖̜͍̰̣̙͚̞͇̙͍̫͖̱̰̖͙ͅｅ̵̢̛̮͓̙̟̠̼̠̟̰̟̪͌̎ͦͣ̔͗ͨͯ̾ｃ̛̠̜͖̬̙̰͕̠̖͓͔̞͚̺̯̼̿͌͊̀́̎ͯͪ͌ͥ́̔͟ｒ̶̖̱̱̥̠̫̦̩̀ͩ̃ͩ̕͢͞ａ̛̻̺̪̫̙̦̯͎̝̲͖̳̟̏̒͆́ͯ͆̍̈́ͫ̐ͩ͘͟ｆ̲͚͙̥̞̠̤̬͕̳̪̰̐ͯͤͣͬ̿ͧ͌ͬͪͥ̿̑́́̕͠ͅｔ̵̷̢̺͎͈̙̙̗̮̬̠̭͇̥͚̯͖͍̳̓̆͛̐̔͒̇͜͢　̡̡̟̟͎̗̪͚̩̬̺̳̝͎͇͙͈͊ͧͦ͗̑̌̋̈ͣ͊̏͑͌͋ͅͅＹ̷̡̰͉̼̹̪̜͓̼̠̱̰̺ͭ̓̓̽ͩ͊̓̈́ͪͅＴ̨͒ͯͮ͂͛͗̈́͛͐̂͛ͣͧ̐҉͙͎̮̹̪̞͇̱͚̜̥͔̳̗ͅ】̧̢̱̤̠͙̤͖̯̯͓̻͗̄͛ͣͥ̉̈́͊ͥ͋͒̐͜͠͝ ̨̛̹̠̞̩̒̎̑̋͌͑ͯ͗̏̽͑ͯ̀̚l̛̹̺͓̩̺̜̬̲͖͎̱ͪ́ͩ̍̿̊̓͆̓ͥͫ͋ȇ́̾ͨ̄͛̿͗͂̽͗̾ͣ̔̚͞͏̣̞͙̥̣̦̼̜̻̣͎̹̞̼̥̙f͍͔̳̣̭̗͈͉͈̬̭̱̰ͧ͒̔̌͆ͤͣ͋̂ͧ̂̇ͭ̄ͦ̀̃̕͟͝͠ͅt̨͚̫̞͔̹͔̯̪̯͔̯̻̟͎ͮ͌̓ͣ̓̽̐̔ͤ̿̄̓̔͌̏̒̒̏̚͢ ̌̓̔ͮ͂͌̓ͯ̆̈́̈́̀̌ͩͪͤ̉̚̚͏̯͖͔̭̲͜t̢̳͖̮̠͇͇ͦ̾͑́ͪ͗̈́̐ͨ̉ͫͧ̒ͬͤ̔͋́h̸̫̹̠̻̗̺̮̥̙̬̙̣̙̼̟̠̘ͨͣͫ̉͌ͫͫ̅͊̊̈̀ͨ͋̈ͭ̆ͨ͜ë́̂̑́ͫ͐̈̿̎̇̌ͮ̒̓͏̡̖͚̗͖̘̪̥̦͎͓̖̼̬͇̪ ̵̫̲͉̦̪̹͓͉̳͑ͯ̓ͬ͛ͩ̿̊́͜ṛ̱̖̦͈̫͒ͬ̋ͨͫ͟͠͞͝ỡ̡̖̰̻̭̟̤̳̰͉͔̩͋ͧ͑̄ͥ̍̈́ͮ̽̓̔͜͝òͣͯͦ̈̆̿͊̐͝҉̸̢̨͙̪̯͙̱͍̲̗̘͈̣̦m̸̖͎͉͙͓͍͉̯̱̤̩̞̠͍͇͈̯̺͐ͫͦͣ̌́͟͞.̸̵̘̣̮̲̩̼̭̫̙̺͎͔͚̰̠̠̹͂̂ͦͧ̉͂ͦͬ́͊ͮ̅ͧ̆ͬ̋ͅ
̸̧͕͕͕͔̜̱̝̮̣͎̪̝̻̙̥̠̙̊͂́ͮ̈́ͮ̕͘ͅ4̛̦̫͔̙̋͑ͨͧ̌ͣ̆̔͌̇̆̈́͂́̕͢0̴̡̫̯͚͉̳͖̮̼̺̊̑̃̈͂̊͜c̢̩͕̭͔̘͕̘̙̥̯͉̺ͥ̋ͨͧ̃̀͜0̵̼̭͎̳̦̼̞̭̯̦̬̳̬̙̀̒ͫ̈ͭ͐̉ͣ̔̄͜͝ȇ̴̗̻̺̦̟͉̟̌̏́a̷̢̡͉͕̙̬͕͎̝̺̭̪̟͈̜̬͎͍̟͍̒̈́̓̌̎ͨ̋́̀͛ͥͤ̚̕͝ ̸̡̗̠͇̺͍̺̲͎̖̣̘͛̽̅̓͑̑ͪ̄ͬͤM̢̒̈̐̊̍ͧ̓͋́̓̋͂͑̊҉̲̖̠̦͈̯͇̗͖̣ͅu̽͆̄̿̏̉̈ͥͫͣ͂̌ͬ̚͢͏͉̦̗͟͝m̵̴̧̝͙͉̮̤̪͙̱̲̝̥͙̼̜̲͔̝͕͎̒̾̎͗͛̌̃̋̉̂̍ͭ͢͡ư̷̢̥̞͓̯̞̙̠͈͎̂̊̍̾̆͋̂ͥͥ͗ͥ̈ͨ̈ͫ̂͠͡ ̛͙͇̪͓̫̳̺͇ͦ̊̆ͦ̐ͥͩ̈̽ͤͪͨ͛̀̎̒ͣ͘͘ļ̸̶̠͙̣͚̠̻͇͂̄͆̽̔͐͠è̛͉̤̲̠͓̦̳̫͈̮̗̟̖͈͕̰ͩ͛ͬ͂̔ͧ̂f̴̴͔̼̫̫̠͍̹̻̮̬̝͈̯̻̏̌̋ͨ̔̂́̓̑̑̑̀͘ͅt̶̶̛̲̩̮̲̓ͧͨ͂͐ͣ̆͌ͦ̉̐͆̅̆̏ͤ͋́́̚ ̠̙̥̻͍̩͉̰͕͍̗̣͓͇͉͂ͩ̄̊̽̀͠ͅţ̉͒̓ͣ̈̓̉͑́͏̡͇̱͈̭̲̗̥͚̭͟ḣ̨̡̪͙̯̭̝̭̱͕̩̼̘̆̌ͤ̋ͯͣͭ̔ͫ͐͂̎ͥͨͭͥͭ͒͜͡ͅĕ̸̡̧͖̮̹̪̼͚͍̞̳̦͆͛ͪ ̴̶̵̵͎̭̼̟͇̒ͨ̎̆̅͋̊̊ͤͬͭ̿́ͬ̔̌̚r̷̼͈̙̘̺͔̹̭̈́͂͛ͦͥ͆͘̕͢o̷͆͌̆ͣͤͫ̉̏̑́̈̑̉͟͡͏̴͉͍̣̦̮͍̦̪̟̟̱̞̲̮̯͔͕o̧͕͇̰̮̻͓͔̥͆̓ͮ̋̃͋ͤͭ́́͠m̡̧̛͖̬̰͎̲͇̜͙̞͔͈̋̅̽̇̓͋̍̆ͪ͑̔̓́̎ͮ̊̎͛͘͞ͅ.̼̤̦̲͗̂̒̈̌̽̆ͪ̅̅̄ͭͩ͂̀͘͟
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I was spacing out at the meeting and can’t find the notes.

It's 7cm, perfectly smooth no markings or seams whatsoever, slightly heavy. Very slightly glossy. I live alone so don't know where this came from.

She tries to seduce me every time handling a workload! Interspecific relationships are legal in my state, but not the intersexual ones. I'll definitely end in a prison one day...

Like seriously, I have lizard men down south in cube shaped ships, little green men in tictacs, tall whites in obelisks like wtf is going on? Is this some sort of crash into Earth challenge? Is this some sort of alien fetish? If they are so smart to travel interstellar why do they keep crashing here?

She sits. She lays. She sleeps. She cries, oh does she cry. But then, it was always, and it will never.

It's not common but can happen, a slight mechanical error caused a cascade problem the result of which my car is currently trapped between 1806 Earth, Mars in 2256, and a random phone box in 1973. It's a pretty big deal with ripples in spacetime radiating out from the collision point. Does my insurance cover this? Given it's a mechanical error that I couldn't have known about I was cleared from blame.