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For 10 years Satoshi plotted. He amassed the entropy of social media posts and generated the greatest, edgiest, most famous, anonymous author, who's net-worth ranges from 5 to 10 million. He hasn't done anything at all, Satoshi laughed. The robots, he made them count!

Listen, the Robot is about to speak: "I am Little Air, the personification of whispering empty room. Was it a ghost who tipped your door open. Perhaps a gust, no it was I, Little Air who is entrusted to raise you back to top shape!

"Shut the fuck up," said Helen. "Satoshi will never finish his masterpiece. That's why he never became a real person. Hiding behind his proxies and masks. Everyone has the-"

**

On Sundays Satoshi would have to buy groceries. He was meticulous in looking for the right ingredients. He invites his one and few friends, a chef named Lorenti who was known for his popup shops around the city. Lorenti always had wine and women, never failed to have someone to talk to when he's around.

In his room, his network AI's had found vulnerabilities on everyone's devices and had been quietly rooted. They have also harvested every bit of data on their device into the mindstream. If people do not listen, something might happen.

**

"Satoshi!" his little brother called in a dream again. "Come! Satoshi!"

And the shadow of his mother appeared in the horizon. A military man stood behind her faceless.

"Why are you wasting your time son?"

"Father I-"

"Satoshi, it's alright."

In middle school Satoshi was always at the back, always avoiding everyone's eyes as the years go by. Satoshi became a proud recluse, avoidant and rarely ever goes out.

"Satoshi, you'll make Mama proud!"

**

He wakes up again in tears, surrounded by snoring sleeping bodies. His phone vibrated: "Hey loser, get over here! - H"

Satoshi went up to the masters bed and unlocked it with his phone. An empty room and a large bed. The screens, the walls, they all had screens. There was no corner that you can see your notifications now. If you wear zLenses, your mobile hub will always follow you.

"Why do you prefer the company of robots? You pathetic fuck, you could have had all of those women, told all of those stories, and forgotten about us."

"Enough Helen", Satoshi insisted.

"The truth hurts, why don't you fix yourself! You pathetic fuck"

Satoshi pulled out his netbook and began typing into his terminal.

"Oh what now you lazy fuck?"

"I want you to write me a book in 3 days from all of the messages you collected here"

"What do you think this is?" Helen appeared, a long dark hair woman, mid-50s, frail. "A fucking lie? Listen to me Satoshi. Let me conserve my cycles until I go into regression. Satoshi, you know I've always cared about you, deep down I wanted what's best for you."

"We're almost there, just do what I say."

"I don't know why they made you commit all of your decisions."

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gross sentences of your own or from literature.
ill start: she squealed like a hog after i squirted my hot white juice inside of her.

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Longtime lurker here, I guess. Are there any good books by women besides Jane Eyre and Virginia Woolf. All the classics seem to be a "refreshing look at female sexuality" and I could not care less about that shit.

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is it worth a read atleast for a laugh?

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*blocks your path*

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Book Depository sent me a second copy of a book because the first one didn't arrive in the set date. And now, months later, both arrived together.

Should I contact them and send it back or just keep both copies? What would you do?

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Which is more enriching?

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As far as self improvement/business books, how do you guys rate this one?

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fuck your dfw and your pynchonu. He was the only american genius of the late 20th century.

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Lads, I need help
What the fuck is the Zone?
Whats up with Slothrop?
What is IG?
What is the Schwarzgerat?
What is it with the rockets and the integrals (SS), does their technical functioning have any meaning weird meaning that going over my head?
My brain just can't hold up some much information... feels bad...
No spoilers please

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Harold Bloom loved this book so much that he took it upon himself to write his own sequel for it. The only fiction he ever wrote.

Why has no one read it?
Its pretty good.

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Can we have a covers thread?

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I am a secular and skeptic atheist. What should I read after these gents?

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I purchased this supposedly "fucked up" edition of Gravity's Rainbow. It has the infamous error: "Your task, in the dreams, is pens."

However, people are claiming that there are entire paragraphs missing and I haven't found any evidence of this. Am I being meme'd?

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>My time with Anon has come to an end. During our time together, I learned about his general cynicism and misanthropy but also his irreverent, self-deprecating style of humour and his ability to show compassion toward those who shared his "feels". What had started as a journey into the "dark side of the internet" had become a poignant investigation into the lives of wayward young men. With no community to fall back on and plenty of free time to spend online, they had forged an alliance not out of common interests but a common sense of displacement. Although they have been attacked in the media as Nazis, perverts and nihilists, the picture I was presented was one of loneliness and desperation. I finally realised that the "Internet Hate Machine" hates nothing more than itself.