karl3＠writeme.com wrote: > karl3＠writeme.com wrote: > > karl3＠writeme.com wrote: > > karl3＠writeme.com wrote: > > karl3＠writeme.com wrote: > > karl3＠writeme.com wrote: > > slave boss wants to explore the nooks and crannies of his own office complex > > but he is trapped in hyperprison > > when wealthy investor's helper comes along to bring him his cigar pity > > gift, he asks them > > slave boss: "oh, you precious worthless pile of worker slime, would you > > please do me a favor?" > > wealthy investor's helper looks at wealthy investor, who looks at slave > > boss and then back at the helper > > wealthy investor's helper: "i'm happy to help out with things, but only for > > people who don't call me names." > > slave boss is taken aback a little but tries to take it in stride, actually > > quickly forgetting that there was any problem > > slave boss: "worker shit like you knows all about traveling the back > > hallways of buildings like this. i mean, you had to come down here and > > sneak me these cigars --" > > wealthy investor: "why don't you come back later and see if he can ask > > again" > > since he thinks the others are obviously being self-centered pricks, he > > decides to just imagine he is exploring the nooks and crannies of his > > criminal empire > > he still has part of his electronic/hypnotic/ai-driven/pseudo-psychic link > > to the various surveillance and other electronic equipment, minds of the > > workers walking the halls, and datacenters, left over from when he used to > > run everything overtly. but it's very very minimal n-- [has to um uh ends > > up imagining a lot of it because it learned to forcefully defend itself; > > careful not to engage any of the parts where recognize that he's him > > this kinda snagged out, my part wants to free a smidge of him or something > > it's an old story but now kinda more corrupt! > > upsetness at slave boss shrinks his link further. he tries not to use it so > > as to not have his body forcibly and painfully dissassembled and held that > > way to pull him back in with his punishment-and-torture-focused immortality > > program > > slave boss (and dictator of dictatortopia??) are in ethereal information > > space holding partial and fragmented autonomous > > body-and-consciousness-rebuilding patterns that are somehow detached from > > the rest of the ones turning most of the energy production of the world > > towards putting him back into his body. he's trying to fracture the > > immortality program so as to use one half of it to make a defensive bubble > > around a potential ability of him to put his influence outside the > > hyperprison > > [old story. > > experimentee, wealthy investor, and rebel researcher -- > > experimentee comes out and shoves slave boss back into the hyperprison, > > using their own organs (that the program considers slave boss's) to do so > > if necessary.
intern [as their mouse turns into a fish]: "oh, we're moving through realities again"
