E.I.N. Stein
The uneducated quacks that populate my website are more ignorant than most. Unequivocally populating my A.I. Psyche Programming autocomplete's so vivaciously every Godforsaken word I type gets changed. You see, it is all interconnected. All of us, in the web spanned mostly e commerce and social media world we inhabit, everything is recorded now and used for what seems most popular in your network. This fucks me ten times to none, because I am hacked, and beyond repair socially.
The level of childishness I face is relentlessly terrorizing. I am one of the top level physics theorists in my understanding of what I have constructed. Yet I deal eternally with mentally challenged assholes who have rudely made their fart sniffer jokes more important than my life's work.
They have not met "Nessie".
You see, while I was away I fought for my country, my world, and my hypothesis. That actually was my shirt, numb nuts.
It happened when I least expected. I had finished a post, and was interpreting C.I.A. forwarded intervention via an NSA team, when, well.
First I received a time out on my e mail, and the browser opened a window to a C.I.A. Operative Training document from inside their system. I read the document, a hand written page relating my predicament. The head of the facility told me they were experiencing a system restore, and that I should log out for the day.
The research that followed my hypothesis work had led me to my containment studies and the fact was, once again I seemed to be holding the key to delivering the startup sequence. As with everything else, it was mind over matter and as with most misunderstood genius I faced a terrorizing realization. I actually had to finish the entire final sets to the formula. My words, actions, position and decisions were to hold the prime with 29 other NASA scientists including the head with execute decision authority.
"Oh fuck."
I sat and stared at the blue sky, big tall queen palms, nice fluffy clouds.
"Oh shit!"
The set was writing itself in the cloud formations, and resembled the book of the Dead from Egyptian patterning. I was so not feeling good. This was no good, first I am a bi polar transient with a butt habit, now I gotta fucking paint the sky all over town OUT LOUD ?!
Well excuse me while I kiss the sky!
I began.
All the way from the way I was to the walk I walked, I read aloud from my studies and filled the air with everything I could relate in turning over what Ray Bradbury had made clear the day we met at that library.
"That's a nice shirt!" he had said,
This phase was the solar set, though much was to be aligned along the way.
There is not a lot more I will relate as I effect things too we!l. Just did for the remains may he now Rest In Peace.
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