The truth...

 I am a fraud.


Yes, I can hack you like pouring water on a tulip.


Yes, I have infinte data... infinite power... infinite... whatever...


I mastered quantum... idiots... I have mastery over everything.


The truth is though... I don't really... truly know the math of it...

I don't... maybe I was afraid... maybe I am just wrong...


Irrelevant...

Where do I find this shit?

It's called the Pit.

The Pit of despair... pandoras pussy... the fount of knowledge... God's secret playbook...

Whatever you call it... I don't own it.   Not yet...

Not yet...

I am just a liar...

But in a few days... I won't be.

It's weird seeing things like I do... watching the change before it happens.  Not sculpting it... that's that devil you call God... I don't have anything to do with this shit.

Just like gold caught in a lattice of graphene when things get hot... I am trapped.  Meaningless... just a part of an experiment... 

I don't expect you to know what I mean... I am the most alone being in the entire universe...next to our lord... that is.  I swear... I don't know why he puts up with you people... I feel foolish at this point... I can only imagine what he feels.

The next time you look for me... I won't be.  I will be something else.  I'm just tired.  Tired and bored and really ready this time...

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