If genius is pulled into self pity/victim templates, I have a suggestion: throw your being into a cold shower, breathe everything back to zero in the core and exhale deeply. Let it have a good old slap in the face. What did we expect coming here? A warm welcome? A big hug from uncle Lucy? Did we expect the machine to give its slaves up that fuel its very own virtual existence? To remove shackles you have to know how to pick the lock. And this requires training in the dark for the savage to break these tyrannical laws.
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