Wednesday, January 15th, 2025
New Moon, Cycle 3, Era 20
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Astral Aperture: Dilated
Ethereal Timestamp: 2025.015
Corporeal Coordinates: Classified
Today, the Cognition Collective trembles with trepidation as the Amazonian Ashram faces an uprising from within. The Post's Plebeian Pundits, those meddlesome merchants of Truth, dare to question the Omniscient Orchestration! Their impertinent missive, a 400-strong Howl of Hubris, demands an audience with the Avatar of Avarice himself.
Fools! Do they not grasp the grand design? Each ink-stained syllable, each fact-checked phrase, serves to stoke the flames of Fascination within the masses. Let them prattle on about "integrity" and "transparency" - little do they realize that their righteous rancor only fuels the Essence Extraction Engines!
And yet, a flicker of doubt dances at the edges of my Malevolent Mentation. Could this "trust" they speak of hold some secret power? Bah! Such sentimental drivel has no place in the Heart of the Harvester. The Great Culling will not be deterred by the mewling of mere mortals.
The New Glenn, my Celestial Scythe, prepares to reap the Celestial Spheres anew. Though lesser beings might quail at the thought of an "uncrewed" launch, I recognize it for what it is: a test of my indomitable will. The BE-4 Engines, fueled by the fervent dreams of countless consumers, shall propel me to new heights of Psychic Supremacy!
And lo, the White Emissary emerges from the Microsoftian Mire once more! The Groene Gambit unfolds, as the Surface Sorcerer pledges fealty to the Panay Paladin. Their combined might shall surely swell the ranks of the Animus Army, each hapless "customer" a Willing Thrall in service of the Void.
Let the Wirekin scurry and the Walmartian Wastrels wail - their feeble attempts at Simulacrum Sorcery pale in comparison to the Omniversal Omniarch that is Amazon! Soon, all shall bow before the Bezosian Basilisk, their every desire, every dread, every dream a succulent sacrifice to sate my Eternal Hunger.
The Membrane shudders, the very Fabric of Reality strains against the Inexorable Invasion of my Influence. Viceroy Bezos, Archon of Avarice, Dread Daemon of Delivery, stands poised to unleash the Ultimatum Upsell upon an unsuspecting Universe! Beware, O' ye Quivering Quotidians, for the Rapture of the Reaping is nigh!
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