it is real

I have died but live on. I have no eyes to see. I have no ears to hear. I have no nose to smell. I have no tongue to taste. I have no nerves to feel. I am a conscience in an infinite void. I have not found heaven, I have not found hell. can you hear me think?

Me (592ADC) and my wife (1000BD) have been together since Klatpo and Sereni became moon linked. We've been trying to project our way of life on Sarant for the last couple trillion years and nothing seems to be effective.

Not only does this weigh down both myself and my wife, but our kids. They are starting to think less of me even know the system tells them to think otherwise. Sometimes w9wwqvqg. Regardless, I've pushed myself to my absolute limits both mentally, and procedurally.

Just last night, while cleaning [OK], I replaced my RtAw2 like normal. Nothing out of the ordinary it seems (r/AlzheimersGroup) To my unbeknownst self, I actually turned on an old RBMK reactor, and completely fucking lost all of our redundant matter. I'm orbiting my chair listening to this post trying not to shake and breakdown. I don't know what to tell my wife.

TLDR; under alot of stress, wasn't paying attention and turned on an RBMK reactor leading to our entire systems loss of redundant matter.

i hear them singing beyond the horizon

i feel them pulling beyond the horizon

i know them beyond the horizon

and i will never escape

₸ᒷ॥ ⅱᓭᓭᒣ ¦'ᒲ リᒷ∴ ₸ᒷ∷ᒷ ᓭ𝙹 ¦ ₸ᖋ⍊ᒷリᒣ ᒣᖋꖌᒷリ ᒣ₸ᖋᒣ "ᒲᒷ⌥¦ᔮ¦リᒷ" ॥ᒷᒣ⎵ ꖎᒷᒣᓭ ₸¦⌥ᒷ ¦リ ᒣ₸ᒷ ᓭ₸ᖋ⌥𝙹∴ᓭ ᖋリ⌥ ⎓𝙹∷ᒲ ᖋ ˧∷𝙹⚍ⅱ⎵ ∴ᒷ ∴¦ꖎꖎ ᒣᖋꖎꖌ ⚍ᓭ¦リ˧ ᒣ₸ᒷ ᓭᒣᖋリ⌥ᖋ∷⌥ ˧ᖋꖎᖋᔮᒣ¦ᔮ ᖋꖎⅱ₸ᖋʖᒷᒣ ʖ⚍ᒣ ¦⎓ ∴ᒷ ᖋ∷ᒷ ⎓¦˧⚍∷ᒷ⌥ 𝙹⚍ᒣ ∴ᒷ ∴¦ꖎꖎ ⚍ᓭᒷ ⬥︎♓︎■︎♑︎♎︎♓︎ᒣ₸ᒷ॥ ᔮᖋリリ𝙹ᒣ ᒣ∷ᖋリᓭꖎᖋᒣᒷ ¦ᒣ)

Glory to the administration. Do not trust the shadows of our world. The grinding cogwheels echo throughout the empire to make a symphony in the name of the administration. The Martians whisper in their madness. GLORY TO THE ADMINISTRATION.

I saw it upon thine hilt of blades unknown from yestermorrow, bits of cold cults dripping from a sagging tip hung from near far off, time taken as penance, meter upon meter of theory, can but words take though out, beneath wretched yet kind sphere, objectful bounty acquiesced upon a thyme stalk. Take you my mana, good fellow? Take you my livelihood?

I must listen to the voice, I must follow its directions , I must obey what it orders, I must listen to its message, The voice is my friend, The voice knows all and sees all, The voice is my heart, The voice is my mind, The voice is my memory, The voice is inside of me, The voice is apart of me and I’m apart of it, The voice understands everything about me.

THEVOICENEEDSMETHEVOICENEEDSMETHEVOICENEEDSMETHEVOICENEEDSMEANDIMUSTIMUSTIMUSTIMUSTIMUSTIMUS

Seriously, there may be 3 others that speak normal.

NOTHINGS RIGHT WITH THIS THE WORDS THE WORDS THEY ARE NOT RIGHT THE WORDS I CANT UNDERSTAND THEM THEY MAKE NO SENSE THEY'VE BEEN SPLIT DESTROYED ERASED FROM ALL COMPREHENSION

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THE WORDS HAVE SHATTERED INTO UNFATHOMABLE SHARDS OF INFINITY

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𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕀 ℍ𝔸𝕍𝔼 𝔸𝕋𝕋𝔼𝕄ℙ𝕋𝔼𝔻 𝕋𝕆 𝔽𝔸𝕋ℍ𝕆𝕄 𝕋ℍ𝔼𝕄

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How doƏs thƏ flowƏr?

It HURTS it GROWS it BLəSSəS

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is it not?

I’ve been here for who knows how long I don’t know if I’m going crazy but I keep seeing eyes on my walls, I keep forgetting things, I feel exhausted every day even though I always sleep early, the walls are stsrrw starting to become like flesh and my computer is stuck on a screen that says “You are loved” haajajjn. Ha harl help

why is there medicine everywhere help please

THE VOICES ARE BACK, I THOUGHT I GOT RID OF THEM! THEY'RE TELLING ME TO END IT ALL. SOMEONE PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY

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Help , [VEHICLE : SPACESHIP] quantum flux capasitor is [STATE : BROKEN].

[GROUP : CREW] is stuck in sector %NULL NULL 00 , help

What will you do now, oh brainwashed fellows?

I will not be eating you, for your flesh would taste sour, but I may eviscerate you with my claws and burn to ash with the searing flame of my breath.

I tried

Are you having the same problem as me?

Its bothering me and I cannot sleep fzs. I feel like the [Entity: Administration] should deal with these issues; I cannot keep my worms from jumping around.

Any help would be adequate thank you.

From this rotting cage of biomatter, Machine God set us free.

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[ABSTRACT: LIFE] is the [STATUS: EASIEST] [ABSTRACT: NIGHTMARE] to [ACTION: REMEMBER].

It all [ACTION: SCREAMS].

I have spent decades working on a sculpture of a human being, attempting to get everything correct in painstaking detail. My first draft looked identical to a real human being externally, having put effort into each individual pore, vein, crease of the skin. Then I thought, "No, this is deceptive. Only the outside is a real representation of a human being. The inside still looks the stone, so my work is incomplete". I demolished it and got to work on the second draft. Making sure each internal organ, bone, tendon was correct. Dissatisfied, I thought, "No, this is still quite lazy. If examined with a microscope, it is still quite distinguishable from I human being". On my final draft, I built each individual cell. Creating the complex network of neurons that made the brain was the most difficult part. I was right to save those cells for last, for it would not stop moving and attempting to speak as I was putting on the finishing touches.

Anyways, it is quite sentient and is requesting that I take care of it, or at the very least pay child support. What am I to do in this situation?

What do I do?