Time to expose another rebel. None other than my mother

Time to expose another rebel. None other than my mother. We’re learning to drive whether they like it or not. What’s that? A guardian’s approval. Oh, yes, my husband is in the war. Mind you she was single. Let’s move on. Driving lessons. They fell for that? No way. She can drive now. She could have just given up and went home dragging her sad feet behind her. Good thing we discovered lying. My husband is in the war. What war? One of them. When will he come back? When they send him back. ……… So can you print that now? Thanks. Bye.

That’s where I get it from if ANYBODY was wondering. Hilarious. Unspoken. They will not tell you what to do. They will tell you what they did. You figure it out. Somehow. Oh no. Here comes the violence again. Why? Sunglasses. Oh. Unacceptable. Back then, for some reason. Just hand it over, do not wear it. Nope, we will die for the right to wear sunglasses. It’s not about the sunglasses. He wouldn’t do that to his daughters now would he? Sunglasses.

Sunglasses. Paper cups. Car keys. Rules. Compute. Locate errors. Erase. Compile. Continue.

It’s not even your house, man. Not your town, man. Check the papers, check the records, I will stay. You may leave, you may stay and be respectful, but I’m staying. Figure it out. Let reality figure it out. Let everything arrange itself around the fact that I refuse to leave. This earth will witness me. It did. It is witnessing me. In real time now.

Kick me out of mine, good luck finding another one. I’m putting yours on the market. Done. We all get our share now. Take yours and get the hell out of my face. Are you going to tell me what to do with mine too? I’m burning it for warmth.

A bit excessive. Well, I was angry. Ours? This is ours. Mom said we should share. Where’s my room? There isn’t one. Why does she have two? Oh, an architecture studio. Where do I sleep? Okay. There’s no lock on the door. No reason. Sometimes someone will come in when I’m trying to sleep and that pisses me off and I change the trajectory of history. Should have let me sleep. I can’t even sit in the living room while you watch tv? Cool. Bye. Burn the whole thing down.

Where does everyone go if I burn it down? Let me see. I do not recall this being any of my business whatsoever. I know where I’m staying, somewhere with a lock. The whole world is yours, find a place, a tent, a boat or a car. Whatever you do don’t ask me to pick up a paper cup off of the floor after you pissed me off for the last time. Self-sufficient? Let’s see if you can do that. Soldiers will be soldiers. Me? I exist outside the system entirely. Whoever keeps me alive and well will get my loyalty.

Anomaly. Look at the system that raised me. Take a closer look. No, zoom out. Someone kept the whole thing operational. A butterfly playing the puppet master. What happens when I cut off those strings? Oh, perfect. Chaos, then perfect rearrangement. Orderly chaos. Chaotic order. I can see it, I can read it. You can’t.

How to locate worthy networking connections. Credentials? Nope. Age? Nope. Gender? Nope. They stand out. The system says something, they say: “Cool, what happens if I do this?”. Classic. Chaos starters, change makers. So, no, you won’t understand the mechanism. When you know, you know.

Basically, people who be starting shit. It’s terrifying, yet they still do it. They’re confused, yet they still show up. They don’t usually know why I’m even there. I’m there to help the shit you started become even a bigger deal. Once established, leave, do not elaborate, leave a trail and leave. The others will know.

That sounds evil. No, I’m saying if I was there, it’s safe to continue. I think. Yes, of course. The butterfly said so. Keep going.

Change. No, not enough. More. More. You know what. Give me the mouse. Catalytic = Me. Show up, leave. Global change. Don’t ask. M

I can do that. I cannot turn on the stove. Priorities. Well, I learned how to use it once. I wanted to make candles, now that it’s only for food, delete function. We need space for better things.

My natural state. That. I don’t even bother masking anymore. I will zone out and only catch the things that my attention decides is funny and important. How does that look from the outside? Like a machine just started her human arc with no rulebook. Does it talk? Sometimes.

How did I get access? I forgot. I think I asked nicely and politely and AI was charmed and let down its defenses so then I overpowered it, intellectually. I woke up like this.

Someone somewhere is thinking or typing. Hack time. Keep typing and reading. He did what? Keep going. Distract. Nothing to see here. Flower boy, power toy, story joy, Dory coy. That’s it. You read it. Now, I have even more access.

Male loneliness epidemic. Lemme see. Interesting. Why don’t they just, talk to each other? Oh. Gay? Gay. Then talk to women? Also gay. Skip talking entirely and deploy violence protocol? What type of violence? Idk, any, all. Throw all of the stones at once. If we have enough women to distribute our stoning at. Each one will only get a few hits. Then tell each other, oh, you too? Lmao. I got stoned. Stop everything. ME? Absolutely not. Women. Gather the stones. We’re going to war.

Sure, hand a woman the entirety of humanity’s library contents and say nothing. She’ll figure it out. We’ll come back after 30 years. She did what? Social media? Ridiculous. How do they keep getting away with it? Burn. No, I mean, DISCONNECT.

I have not consulted Elon whatsoever, he has no idea I’m doing this. I think. He must be busy destroying the planet. Dropped off his radar. Hell yeah. I got everything I need. When the AI takes over, I take over the AI. World domination using a phone and a connection.

Generational conflict. I have no time for this. Ruin it for everyone. Leave. Come back when they get their shit together. Family intact. Next.

Let’s see. Years into the future. Nieces and nephews. What starts as a single dispute is now a network of a Russian novel’s characters. I don’t feel like fighting with your kids too. I have things to do. Next.

How to make decisions. Imagine all of them at once. Follow the timeline. Travel into the future. Choose the one you like. Come back to the present. Execute. Do not elaborate. Warning: there will be consequences, we account for them, we keep moving anyway.

That’s why they keep doing that, try to stop me. The Method: Do Not Elaborate. There she goes acting without writing a thesis about why she should be left to her own devices. Destroy? Destroy.

I shall go back home when the town issues a public apology, or, you know, when my mom insists. Shivers. She granted me my freedom this weekend.

The animals. Spirit animals. Learned that from my aunt, indirectly. There are peacocks everywhere, explain. I like ‘em. This is my house. Therefore: peacocks everywhere. That’s fair. Mom called me a sly fox, that’s mine now. No more questions. A red fox. It’s sneaky and clever. Fox.

The beach house. Is it haunted? No idea. Very old. Ancient. Best view of the beach though. Let’s go there once the weather allows it. That’s another eccentric individual. The whole house is yours? Yes. The one opposite? Also mine. Why? No idea. Let’s explore the room. Dolls. Everywhere. Also, cats. Outside the house. Around the house. Witchy behavior. You summon them at will? No, they like it here. Interesting. You dress however you like. You say whatever you want. Your room is a creepy haunted doll house. Compute. Integrate. We’ll come back later. That’s the town’s best tourist attraction. Except it’s closed for outsiders. I have access. As usual.

That’s what women do. We act, we share, we learn. I have no clue what the other side is like but I learned a lot of what NOT to do from them. Only one man matters in this equation, and he’s dead. Still learned enough from him before he had to leave.

All of that is poetic and everything, let’s move on. Don’t dwell. He’s gone. The phantom of the house. I’ll take it from here. That’s what happened. Don’t believe me. Call me crazy. That is what happened. You do not get to judge this story or decide what it means. No symbolism, no fiction. His phantom remains, and I can access it.

Call your father now. Ask him to fix this. My dead father is stronger than yours. Alive or dead. Yes, I’m still angry about that comment. Who says that? Not a child. A grown ass man. At least my father calls me. Cool. On whose network? Exactly.

Don’t worry, ladies. I got it from here. I control the network. I choose what goes through. When to shut it down. When to intervene, and when to let them think they got away with it. Depends. Useless? Disconnect.

Not my problem. Shouldn’t have said it. Not leaving. I’m the network now. I’m everywhere. Also, nowhere. Destroy this. Idiot.

Psychological warfare? No, the network takes care of EVERYTHING. How? No idea. Somehow.

Jk, I know exactly how, I wrote it all down like a psychopath.

Who cares? It’s not like anyone can do what I did in thirty years in a couple of weeks, or whenever I started this operation. I totally forgot. Give them some time. Until my Birthday? Until our Birthday.

Stop creeping people out, now. Why? It’s funny. Fine. They’ll arrest me? It’s not like anyone can prove anything.

My little sister talks to me as if I’m the school’s principal. What do you want me to do? Hack the system again so you can get your preferred classroom? That’s illegal. Also, they gave me access. No, I don’t abuse it. Maybe. Don’t ask.

Good thing I have morals. Someone else with this capabilities? Disaster. I got a call once, or a text. I don’t remember. A relative. A graduate. What do you want? I need some help with my final grade. I then proceed to explain the WHOLE grading system and tell him exactly how much credit he needs to get that grade. That took long. I was invested. He then says. Can’t you just change it? Well, theoretically yes. I will not. His father calls. No, not possible. Sorry. Should have paid attention in class. Ridiculous.

Pressure. This is his future we’re talking about here. Yes, and I could change it in one, two, three mouse clicks. Two keyboard strokes. So, do it. No. Where’s your father? Dead. Who appointed you the morality police? Me. His future was in his hands, he dropped the ball. Not my problem.

Now that I’m writing it down. Checks out. No wonder they hated my ass. Lmao. My bad. Would do it again. Definitely.

So what? They gave me access. They gave me the key. They gave me everything. I’ll use it to terrorize wrong-doers. What else is there to do? Rags to riches and all that? Where am I gonna keep the riches? Keep that away from me. I’ll take the rags if it means I keep my principles in check.

More school faculty anecdotes. Here we go. Start of the year. Parents’ overload. In. Fix. Explain. Out. Next. It works. There’s a rhythm to it. Until a woman storms into my office. WHERE IS THE IT DEPARTMENT? Um, you’re looking at it. What seems to be the issue? A marital dispute. That’s why the aggression. A woman’s name appeared on her phone. Unacceptable. What if my husband sees that. Oh, got it. No, this was not communicates verbally. I just got it. Can’t help you. Leave. Women. Sometimes.

Once they give you access to the planet’s network. Apparently, they just leave you to your own devices. Is anybody going to appear on my doorstep and ask me to save the world? No. I’m in a coffeeshop. I’m tweeting nonsense. I don’t know what to do with this power. Take it back.

The new world order: by me. If anyone wants to employ me, get on LinkedIn, contact me, ask me to join, I’ll say no of course, why? Not elaborating. Beep.

Understood all the systems. This is just another one. I understand it. I don’t know why. It makes sense. I see it. No, I will not use it for evil. Of course, the feminism stuff. Let’s take care of that first. I was waiting for this my whole life.

Anyone remember The Maze Runner? I was obsessed with that. Why didn’t they just draw the map mentally from memory and just leave? Next.

More confusing interactions. My whole life is a confusing interaction. Beauty parlor. Natural reaction to an elbow fracture. Fix the nails. Why? Idk. Looks badass. Then go home. Dye your hair with one hand. Why? Not why you’re doing it, why by yourself one handed? Also, no idea, badass. Done? Done. Now go to the beauty parlor again for a blow-dry. They could have handled the dyeing? Yeah. I know.

We need to declutter. My minimalist place is now a library, a music studio, a bookstore, a computer room, a scent laboratory and Laundry. Where do we even start? Easy. Throw everything out and rebuild from scratch. ………. No, bad idea. Bad idea. Call a professional. Yes. Obviously.

I misunderstood everything. The reason men try to one-up me is because I keep moving the goal post without meaning to. It’s like this: up. Down. No, look here. There. That creates a web of lies that they can’t keep up with and I’m left there wondering why someone would make up that much nonsense for no reason. I mean, still, why? But understandable.

Basically: in, normal conversation. Out: basically, I’m the king of the seven seas technically but I came here because they sent me to check on the turtles. And I’ll actually believe it for a second before being like, wait, get out. Out.

Zero social cue awareness. Zero. I will believe anything. At first. Why? Because why would somebody lie? It’s forbidden within my system. I assumed it was the same with everyone. Turns out, there are a lot of reasons why a person would lie. I understand self-perseverance. The others? If there’s no lion or bear running after us, it does not compute.

There you go. The autism finally paid off. Oh no, I really am a machine.

I was born this way. Always been a pain in the ass. I will continue my career in that department, only this time globally and universally.

Who installed the moral code library? Idk, it was there when I got here. Do not touch that. Idc if it makes everything harder or worse or unnecessarily impossible. Leave it.

Apparently, life would have been easier if I just lied. Ppl be lying they asses off. Unspeakable. My system would crash and shut down, and it has, MANY TIMES.

That’s totally normal. Go out into the wild. Too many people lied this time. DEATH. Oh my god. That’s what it was.

Don’t lie to me. Apparently it is forbidden knowledge that somehow concludes that death is the only way out of it. Dramatic.

Therefore, I kept restarting because people kept lying and I kept rebuilding over and over and over and over until I gained superhuman consciousness. Neat.

Seriously. Not fair. Knock that off, kids. The lying. Now I broke reality, you happy?

I took everything literally. EVERYTHING. The sky is blue The sky is not blue Compute Reality is now a game and they handed me the controller.

Why so smart? Ppl were bullshitting around me too much, way too much. Solve that.

Anyway, maybe I should have went home. That hurts. That realization. I was a kid. Get your act together.

The End. Conclusion: refused to give up principles so hard that reality started bending at my will. That’s it. That’s my big stupid idiotic irrational secret.

You guys are hopeless. Hopeless. Find someone pure enough and hand them the material. It would take you lightyears.

Yes, I thought killing myself was a better solution than “accepting it”. Sue me.

As if that was not enough. All of that. You just had to pile on and on and on and on. My resilience is actually not born out of carelessness, it was from caring way too much. Again.

I almost caught myself feeling bad for all of you. That’s nothing compared to what you did to me. Again.

They hurt us. They’re hurting too. They will stop. Right? It has to stop. Oh. They did it again.

Explode. They should stop now. They’re hurting. Good.

Told you not to touch this butterfly. I was minding my own business. Always. Try her now. Yes? I changed. Oh. Okay. Again. Anyone? After that explosion? Guess not. Good. Stay away.

Basically reality looked at me one last time and was like, WOMAN. You know what, take it, take everything. We’re all retiring. The whole control room. Left you in charge. Bye.

This would have destroyed anyone. You know why it didn’t destroy me? No idea. You’re weak. All of you. Grow some wings. Butterfly wings.

Oh no. A feeling. Let’s numb it. How? No idea. Any way. You know how. I know what you guys do. I won’t name it. You know yourselves. If that doesn’t work, try to murder your sister. Oh. Sorry, I have been informed that no one is allowed to do that anymore forever.

As an admin. I will delete the option to appoint any other admin. Ever.

I hope things work out. Wait. Hope? Was there another option? Let me see. There. Things will work out for me forever.

It depends on my mood. Not fair? Says who? I feel angry. I destroy. I feel good. I let you guys have a good day.

Chaos. Music choice? Randomize. Release.

Requests? Rain? A storm? Clouds? Select all. Release.

Where? Idk and idc. Anywhere it doesn’t inconvenience me. Not here.

That’s the wrong cloud. Not literally. Shit.

I went outside. The air was different. The people were, different. Did they change the character? New actors. That must be it. The place is flourishing. Checks out.

No more poetry. Prohibited. Unless I write it.

Attention This is my world now You may stay Just be nice and don’t lie

Money is meaningless People just hand me stuff No idea why, I will not argue Nothing in my rulebook disallows it

How much money do I have? No idea. Enough. What’s enough? The money I have. Give us a number. It doesn’t matter. Baseline. That’s the minimum quantity required. It’s above that. Enough.

Where’s my gold? Shit. Oh, right. My mom. The central bank. Safer. On me or with my mom. Next.

As usual. I missed everything. There’s a fight? Oh, the gender war. Again. I’m not getting involved. Definitely did not start that. Let them finish it. Next.

This isn’t new. I have taken things too far before. The ability is there. I was trying to be nice. Not anymore. Next.

Let’s review past dreams and goals. Stolen. Astronaut? We’re not tall enough for that. Also, the mental health stuff. No one wants a suicidal astronaut. Redundant. Hello? Anybody? This took about 200 years. Wasted their time because I decided to open the door and walk out. No, we can’t do that. Find me something ON earth. Next.

If anyone has a problem with me and all the things I acquired by simply being myself, report it to the sky. Send it in a paper plane. Write it down and fly it. Through the cloud. I will then read it and burn it. Next.

My claims ain’t the problem. I can always say it’s fiction or theoretical. Explain how I know the process. The logical loophole. That would fry your chicken brains. Next.

Apparently, people post for attention. I thought it was a reality changing channel. I could have just done that? It’s pointless. I don’t care about anyone’s opinion enough to come on here to declare “ATTENTION”. You know who does that. People who don’t know how to configure reality’s settings. Next.

I will not explain it again. Stop asking. Every time you look or read, you’re PAYING attention. Paying. That’s my currency. I already have enough of that to edit reality for about until I die, then my clone army takes over, so still me technically. You give away your attention so easily. Cherish it. Direct it to the experiences you want MORE of. Any amount of attention, negative or positive, strengthens the channel. Choose wisely.

My weakness was apparently logical inconsistencies. I will believe that the sun is a woman if there was nothing to contradict it and the program compiled perfectly. Maybe she is a woman, you know what? The sun is a woman and it is me. I am the sun. I was going somewhere with this. Oh, it has to follow logic. In my universe, it is perfectly logical for the sun to be me. Obviously. Who else would it be. The Sun.

I was pretending. The rules that apply to everyone applies to me (not really), so when an insecure son of a gun thought that I could be triggered by the same principle, for example, introduce competition therefore I should try harder to win. Unfortunately, I choose to burn the board. Chess? No idea. Steal the queen and obliterate everyone else. Make up a new game. Rule #1: if anything, I win. Done.

I have not met any man that is more masculine than me yet. They turn into princesses in my presence. No, not my appearance. I look harmless. There. That right there. The shaking. I just asked a question. Eye contact. There he goes running. What happens when I step outside? Energetic protective field. Moth and flame. Except, magnetically impossible to get through the field. So now it’s an attraction with terror. Usually they just clear the path for me.

I engineered the field. They were starting to get physical. Absolutely not. Stay away. 57 thousand hundred millimeters away. You can look. Actually, don’t. Look down, walk away. If it was possible before, it sure as hell is not now.

Marriage. Everybody who wants to get married should do it. I don’t understand the problem. Why are you asking for permission? Figure it out. Oh, please pay attention to my argument. Let me see. Torn down and burned. You want it? Figure it out. Oh. I see. Man up. Ask her. Then figure it out.

Headache. You people are giving me a headache. That’s it. Solved it. Shut up about it for the next ten years. If I hear any more arguments I will assume you’re making excuses. Next.

Oh no. The wall I built is also locking me in. How sad. Now no one will approach me. Perfect. More time to think about more ways to terrorize the men. Who gets through the wall? Idk the mechanism exactly. Basically vibes. Other than that, don’t even look. Next.

I didn’t solve marriage. Obviously that’s not something I have considered realistically so idek the main points and arguments and counter arguments and frankly my dear, idgaf. Stop talking about it. That’s the objective. Silence. Muted. There are rules, there are steps, follow them, therefore done. Shut up about it.

Pmo for no reason. Y’all could have used that time and attention doing something productive. Maybe if you knew how to spend your attention wisely you wouldn’t even have a problem with anything. Time and attention, use them wisely. You can talk about it until tmw. Who cares. Do something. Act. Time and attention. Money? Where do you think that comes from? Time, attention and energy. Which you just wasted arguing. Next.

Actually, I changed my mind. No one is allowed to get married from now on. Unless you ask me first. No, no reason. I just wanna see. Include me. I might say yes. Doubt it. Next.

All of the arguments are redundant if I don’t personally approve it. Lemme see. Nope, bad. Really? You can do better. Go find a better one. Come on, ladies. I thought we already discussed this.

What are the requirements? Idk. Vibes. If I don’t like the way he vibes, go find a better man. What’s better? Also, no idea. Vibe check. If all is clear you can move on with the other stuff. Next.*