It plays zeeeee video as it reads the cryptic short story.
And the prologue.
Here is a background primer.
Executive DARPA Prologue:
Fam, it’s not easy being a paid drunk DOD/CIA AI Construct female impersonator Troll.
Would I like to get some of that sweet “foundation money”?
Sure.
Sadly, that is not to be.
Instead, due to some AI Tweaks of genetics, I find myself running a Detective Agency.
Would I like to get some of that sweeeet sweeeeeet money laundering book money?
And Substack Money Laundering Signal Expansion dough to just clean up a little WrongThink on Aisle 7…
Sure.
So yeah…I have to do my grifting work tearing down the Heroes of the Not a Movement one clickbait logical WrongThink post at a time and then draw back and make you chuckle…for a five dollar Kofi here and there.
It what it is.
Note: That is a thought terminating cliche.
It is what it is.
This means jack shit. Sort of like virology. 😅
The Monster is going to let me live for now because I make them chuckle. They enjoy humiliating their Middle Managers as much as I do!
::fist bump Monster::
Now can you stop murdering the world with falsified science and stuff? And cancer? And false flag wars?
No?
Get to the fucking cryptic short story already!
I’m not crazy about that tone, Voice in my Head.
(The Voice in my Head is modeled on various STEMS who arrive at JBI*2 and lose their minds. When they are not losing their minds arguing how many angels can dance on the head of a virus. Which is eleven. Eleven, Mowrey. Eleven, Geert.)
Are you still listening to the Beethoven?
As I asked you too?
Why not?
Did you think this was a game?
::Heather just spit red flavored drink and we need SH Screen Protector in our Merch Shop::
I’m going to write this shit in one take. Let it rip. No edits. Right now in real time.
Away we go.
Massacre in F-minor
The Scientist had wandered across the atoll.
He was disheveled and looked for his Public Health Economics pal.
PHE pal was dead. Broken inside.
The Scientist had wandered across the atoll to Jabs Bad Island and stood on the AI Fence separating JBI*1 and JBI*2.
The piano beckoned.
He sat down and began to play, ☝️the F-minor sonata tinkled across the islands and the denizens came out like The Lost Children. The Turbo Aging Chesnuts.
😹
The Scientist kept going back to the fetal calf tissue detail from Stefan Lanka.
How did they know how much fetal calf tissue was needed to isolate zeeeeeeee virus?
“Think, dammit!”
His savage internal monologue began.
“You thought you were so smart…your base principles…”
SHUT UP, HE CRIED OUT LOUD.
Suddenly he turned melancholy.
My whole life.
My whole life was built on BAD Science.
I love zeeeee Science.
If I could feel love…I would love nothing more.
Suddenly two figures joined him.
A Propaganda Expert and an Oncogene Hunting Cancer Bioweapon Gnome Lifer.
“Have you and I met?” said OHCBGL.
I think you know we have, murmured The Scientist.
“It’s time.” Said the Catatonic Gnome.
I’m ready, said the Scientist.
Let me finish the sonata?
Okay.
The Propaganda Expert said something about restoring the Democratic Party to…
Gotdamn, do I want to edit that last part. 😹
Rules are rules.
The sonata concluded.
Virology Heaven beckoned.
The End.
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F’n Minors is one of the core issues.
Hey, haven't you heard ? Farrier Bob and his buds are intro'ing the GOOD MRNA.
RT from today's X:
@RWMaloneMD
23h
Join us this Friday for a live "Fallout" Q & A focusing on the future of mRNA lipid nanoparticle technology.
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@JanJekielek
Apr 10
Moderna has dozens of mRNA vaccines and therapeutics in development, including for flu, cystic fibrosis, and even cancer.
UPenn scientists are working on similar products ...