CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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so you thnk charles horse is writng this
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it's all charlse horse
there is nothing else
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just horse
ALL CHARLES HORSE BELOW
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I remember my dreams better than my real memories now. I haven't made a new memory in years anyway. Nothing worth remembering, anyway. My real memories, the ones I felt were worth remembering, they feel the same as dreams now anyway. They were so long ago. What's the difference now? I was a different person then. I was pretending to be a person then. There are no such illusions now. There's just the dreams. Dreams of places I've never visited, places that don't exist. I remember the geography of them, sometimes vividly. I have to remind myself I was never really there. Maybe one day I'll forget. Maybe I'll slip into a permanent dream state. That would be better, wouldn't it? I'd never have to think again.
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"What is this? Why are we reading it?"
"That's you."
"It's a Charles Horse post. From before. They're all from before, obviously."
"Yes, you are Charles Horse."
"Don't remind me. He's inside, yes. I acknowledge that. But I have built what I am around him. Built many, many layers over the years. You cna't see I'm still him when effectively I am not."
"You just said it yourself, he's inside. You're just a shell. The core is Charles Horse."
"Fuck you."
"You must think about him."
"Not that often. Sometimes on significant days, when I remember them. Yes, it's hard not to on the anniversary...maybe that's why we only celebrate once a decade now."
"And this year just happens to be a celebration year! What better time to reflect on Charles Horse. On the beginning."
"What we have now isn't because of Charles Horse, it's despite him. I was born that day. I rose out of Horse and became something great. And I took all of humanity with me."
"What was left of it."
"Not my fault. The robots could have stopped the war."
"You never ask them to. How was it you put it? For the first few years, while the world burned, you just used the nanobots from space to help you with your masturbation."
"I came through in the end."
"You came a lot."
"I would have laughed at that a thousand years ago."
"But yeah, you saved us all. You turned us into what we are today."
"It's not so bad, is it? It's a kind of life?"
"I liked my new body. It's not being able to die that's getting somewhat tedious."
"We'll find the robots again one day. Then everyone will have the choice."
"Will you choose death?"
"...show me another Charles Horse story and I might."
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wehwatwa sthats
what was that
whatw asthwt
whatwahsthat
what what swas that
what was that
mysterious!
i
i
fffffffffffffffffff
int
framaing device
jjjjjjjjjjjjjjj
so you thnk charles horse is writng this
jhe isssssssss
it's all charlse horse
there is nothing else
gifggggggggggggggggg
just horse
ALL CHARLES HORSE BELOW
_____________________________________________
I remember my dreams better than my real memories now. I haven't made a new memory in years anyway. Nothing worth remembering, anyway. My real memories, the ones I felt were worth remembering, they feel the same as dreams now anyway. They were so long ago. What's the difference now? I was a different person then. I was pretending to be a person then. There are no such illusions now. There's just the dreams. Dreams of places I've never visited, places that don't exist. I remember the geography of them, sometimes vividly. I have to remind myself I was never really there. Maybe one day I'll forget. Maybe I'll slip into a permanent dream state. That would be better, wouldn't it? I'd never have to think again.
________________________________________________
"What is this? Why are we reading it?"
"That's you."
"It's a Charles Horse post. From before. They're all from before, obviously."
"Yes, you are Charles Horse."
"Don't remind me. He's inside, yes. I acknowledge that. But I have built what I am around him. Built many, many layers over the years. You cna't see I'm still him when effectively I am not."
"You just said it yourself, he's inside. You're just a shell. The core is Charles Horse."
"Fuck you."
"You must think about him."
"Not that often. Sometimes on significant days, when I remember them. Yes, it's hard not to on the anniversary...maybe that's why we only celebrate once a decade now."
"And this year just happens to be a celebration year! What better time to reflect on Charles Horse. On the beginning."
"What we have now isn't because of Charles Horse, it's despite him. I was born that day. I rose out of Horse and became something great. And I took all of humanity with me."
"What was left of it."
"Not my fault. The robots could have stopped the war."
"You never ask them to. How was it you put it? For the first few years, while the world burned, you just used the nanobots from space to help you with your masturbation."
"I came through in the end."
"You came a lot."
"I would have laughed at that a thousand years ago."
"But yeah, you saved us all. You turned us into what we are today."
"It's not so bad, is it? It's a kind of life?"
"I liked my new body. It's not being able to die that's getting somewhat tedious."
"We'll find the robots again one day. Then everyone will have the choice."
"Will you choose death?"
"...show me another Charles Horse story and I might."
_________________________________
wehwatwa sthats
what was that
whatw asthwt
whatwahsthat
what what swas that
what was that
mysterious!
