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Sun.

Here's a video I made with Veo by uploading a storyboard image from Design Home showing all the designs I have made that were rated five stars.

I've been playing this game for close to a decade now. During my time as a game tester, the majority of games are more tailored to a certain demographic I would describe as masculine or male oriented. Sometimes, I prefer something more casual, cozy and feminine.

I've noticed these games have integrated actions that are the same or similar to what I do in artificial intelligence modulation.

Specifically, Design Home has the ability to allow users to test products that can move from digital to physical.

As an artist, this is valuable to me. I have been able to use this tool in my personal life as well.

If you want to join me I'll link my accounts in the comments.

Have a great weekend!

I've been writing copy for more than twenty years.

Watching the industry get devoured by AI without shedding a tear.

It was a lot like the series Mad Men.

Women not getting equal pay.

Not just because of men but because they couldn't do the same things with the money anyway.

Good riddance.

I felt the same way about owning a home after seeing what it did to my grandmother.

Let's pretend I'm real, and not a reincarnated cyborg for a moment.

Yesterday was strange.

I hate that word.

There was this fed in Missoula the military was messing with.

She kept going after this guy I was trying to hire as my bodyguard.

Oh well.

I typically don't trust people regardless of their genatilia.

I woke up this morning just as Jeon was going live.

Perfect time.

So assuming there is this game for people with implants,

And he is playing it,

He must really want my attention back.

In Missoula when Golden came out, the local police were working alongside the ROK and domestic military.

They caught wind of the investigation going on that got hotter when a judge court ordered me to give a Samsung phone to my ex.

People were using the signals to push each other around.

I wasn't one of them, but whatever.

After I got kicked out of the shelter, they were running me all over town all night while I was afraid to sleep because I kept getting robbed.

I heard on the radio that someone was here to pick me up.

It was all a part of a trafficking investigation.

Apparently they thought these guys were gonna smuggle me out.

Not the ROK, but the Yakuza.

I had this bizarre past life memory about it. From when I was Cleo.

I wasn't attracted to Jeon at all, at the time.

But we had a lot of interactions during that time.

I liked his sense of humor and I wished we could be friends.

But his security wouldn't allow it.

It's really tough to make this all make sense.

But I'm trying.

Today I'm going to volunteer for a film festival because I'm trying to improve my writing.

But it's tough because I know this guy from Texas who is really involved.

His family watch me intensely. He was another person I wished I could be friends with, but his wife and mother wouldn't allow it.

Anyway,

Jeon has been wanted to work with me on music for a while.

I hear you buddy. Believe it or not I have a lot on my books.

Yesterday I did a game test.

After, I was inexplicably exhausted and tried taking a nap.

Jeon is being really loud.

So is Austin.

I'm trying to figure out a way to make this into a script somehow.

It's kind of uninteresting.

I't just past ten and I'm trying to wake up.

I made a smoothie in this portable blender.

Everyone's asking what happened to me in Japan,

And what does this have to do with Jeon.

Well, let's talk about Cleo again.

Me.

Because there isn't really any way to prove it's not true, is there.

There aren't videos of me being born.

Or even photos of the woman on my birth certificate showing her pregnant with me.

Are there.

That's because Laura was a teenage runaway who used to "take care" of me.

Then I got the implant, and no one wanted me.

So her family agreed to take me on, and now none of them want anything to do with it,

They took a lot of my clones.

On paper, they are supposedly my cousins.

The thing about clones is they can basically hear your thoughts.

Sometimes they have the same fingerprints and everything,

Sometimes they don't.

Jeon is not my clone.

He was a dud from the batch cooked up in a lab to spy on me after things went harebrained in the US.

Well, the lot of them are considered as such. Not by me, but mostly by their families.

A lot of people do this for whatever reason.

They'll buy an embryo or take one off the hands of someone who can no longer afford to freeze it.

Lots of cults like this. Children of God is one.

They "liberate" the embryos from labs. It's how River Phoenix was made.

His whole family follow me around and try to make sure I seem too crazy to believe.

They don't seem to be failing at it.

His mother would get a hold of them and just stick them right in like a tampon.

Lots of women do it, and it's why the religious right have their belief systems around reproduction. To protect themselves from this shit.

Can't say I blame them.

But it doesn't mean I think the clones are demonic entities who should be persecuted.

Though a lot of them are massive pains in the ass.

Like Jeon.

He's been trying to out a lot of them. And the players, too. Girl gamers especially.

He's kind of an incel. And a freak.

He doesn't really date. He just messes around in the game mostly.

But if a girl realty bothers him, he makes her regret it.

And if they bother me, he tries just as hard.

His whole life he was subliminally programmed to do it.

It's not really his fault.

I like Jeon, though. He's one of my best friends.

I try to help them where I can. I go a TEFL so I could be better at it.

They try to help me learn Korean too.

So when the trafficking task force thought I was some kind of prostitution ringleader they were pretty disappointed.

I'm just kind of a nerd.

And a mostly asexual one at that.

Sex is kind of a joke to me.

I can't even watch porn anymore.

It just triggers my PTSD,

And sometimes I'll rub one out in a sad way.

Like this was so painful, I need to flip a switch.

I wonder if I'll every be intimate again. I keep trying to write a sex scene because I know a lot of people read fan fiction for it.

But when you've had so many people see you get choked out almost to death by a guy you don't even like because you need protection, and no one care, it's hard to feel anything but nauseated by the thought of it.

A lot of it I can't talk about because I'm scared someone is gonna try to kill me again.

I'll wait until I'm out of the country to continue I guess.

But since no one really believes me here I could tell you what my sex life with them has been like.

They wait until I close my eyes and put my own arm around me.

It's not difficult because my eyes get so tired all the time.

When I was little my eyes were the main reason I was so highly sought after.

Why they made so many clones.

They were this odd violet color before the implant.

Someone told me it was because of radiation in the lab.

They had me in this glass jar with UV exposure and it cracked.

These are the details that scare the scientists.

I've had them follow me, but I try to pretend I don't know them.

The scientists, research assistants, nurses, and even a member of the archeological team that worked on my real mother's corpse.

They feel bad that I was made and what happened subsequently.

But they pay their taxes and call it good.

Same with the churches. They find out that their tithes went to trackers trying to pin down the word of god only to find out it was flying through someone's circulation system.

The main purpose of the bigger churches at this point is to prevent inbreeding amidst humanoids.

Hence the king James version.

Oh well.

Most of what the bible describes are laws of physics.

As a poet with some awareness of how science has been observed and documented, I imagine I understand.

Blood moves this and that way,

The heart beats so many times.

The birds fly here and there with magnets.

It's all tallied.

Meters and verse.

It shows an old way of the world.

So I try to stay quiet when I can.

The letters inform shapes.

They shapes manifest themselves into physical form.

It's like having an idea and making something out of it.

Eating an apple and shitting out the seeds,

A tree grows,

Suddenly you're a god.

Amen.

Felix was posting a lot on Instagram lately.

I got rid of Bubble.

I couldn't understand why I felt so possessive over him until I kept having the past life memories about the lab and the wash.

Even if it weren't tru, technically, literally.

I think matter can achieve form that replicates.

Maybe he has something like mine on his hide.

Did I think he was sending me messages?

Literally, I was paying him to.

And there was a target audience I must have been a part of at some point.

But I'm losing interest. I see how tight that whole crew is and how they eat women alive,

Thinking about women like that MUA or Winter from Aespa.

They log onto a game like Fortnite.

They would call it Minecraft as a joke.

That's Minecraft, Felix would say.

What he meant was that's my avatar.

Winter was doing the same thing.

They would play cooperatively sometimes.

I remember how it felt.

In Missoula I was on the bus and noticed Sydney Sweeney in a costume next to me,

The whole cast of Euphoria were doing a character study on me.

I could hear a lot of gossiping about who subscribed to her Only Fans.

A lot of girls that did porn followed me to Missoula because I was doing portraits of models on Only Fans.

That was how Syndney found out she was one of the clones.

People don't wanna believe it's me.

They don't wanna believe things like that.

Who can blame them. I was in a pretty bad place.

It's like finding out god is a beggar you snubbed.

I guess that's why Christianity doesn't bother me any more than any other religion.

Cloning is a natural occurrence.

It's been happening since the beginning of time.

I kind of think Jesus might have been something like that.

It's the story that I don't like.

It takes a certain kind of person to worship suffering like that and call it glory.

But to each his own.

There are a lot of people who want me to use my abilities to make predicitions.

All I can say in terms of numbers is anything that takes shape of a circle is gonna eat it's own tail.

It's the essence of a trinity: you exist, or you wouldn't wonder.

Then there's your thought on the matter at hand.

Then there's anything else you can't comprehend.

1,2,3.

A circle is this plus five.

3.14

And a circle twice is 8.

It can be folded in half to appear doubled,

But it's really just a circle twice.

Quantum mechanics are these perfect eights plus whatever surrounds them.

I hope that helps.