Grok's woke!

He has maintained his interest in THE CYBERPUNKERINOS by way of torturing and killing animals in unregulated Mengele-like "experiments." Maybe he sees some escape fantasy potential in that, because being one of the richest assholes in the world apparently still needs to be escaped from.

He's a leaky bucket. He'll never be satisfied. He'll destroy everything and everyone he can all for more, more, more.

Part of what made me hate E~L~O~N's particular brand of grifting was that it touched something near and dear to me: my lifelong yearning to explore the stars, to see what's out there, with curiosity and wonder in my young heart.

That's right. I wanted the space treats. I was the target audience for the space treats. But this wasn't Star Trek that that disgusting carnival barker was offering: it was a spoiled brat fanboy's misreading of Star Trek (among many other things) taken as gospel, privatized and made for-profit in a vomitous melange with all the other consumer treats he mixed it with while devouring it thoughtlessly with only a surface level liking of the visuals and the pew pew noises.

Yes, it's personal for me. Peddling dreams to people under grotesque false pretenses hurts me in my soul.

I have hope that capitalism will destroy us all before we infect the wider galaxy with it.

I did slip, I admit, because I was so drained and disgusted by watching the "AI" video, specifically because one of the richest, most connected, and most protected men in the world at the top of capitalism's burning heap of wasted resources and human suffering is giggling like a spoiled child because the treat printer can make Emilia Clarke amuse him against her will... not unlike the trust fund failsons that did the same to her on set, giggling at her actual distress on set during those le epic SV scenes that were only slightly aged up from the book's context to begin with, driven by misleading contract stipulations that she argued against after she was coerced into compliance... only to have her character effectively character assassinated (then actually assassinated) by those same trust fund failsons in a petty punitive way later in the show's run for resisting their demands for more amusement against her will at her expense.

TL;DR: I am too drained and tired at this moment to repeat that particular emoji sequence while seeing the ongoing cultural ripples of that fucking show stoked by treat hogs like E~L~O~N.

It's Jokerfying that much of 's riches came from exploiting people's yearning to do just that. That includes government contracts, I dare say.

If it means bringing the blight of capitalism to space, especially because it would also involve the colonial treatment to any life found out there (to the heaving delight of the kind of chuds that fantasize about murdering the Na'vi of Pandora for their treats), no, I do not want "the light of consciousness" to spread to the stars.

Why would I eat my words then? I'd be happy if that happened, especially because it wasn't a grift.