Hi, there. 👋
After watching He-Man for more than 10 episodes, I sensed something awkward. 🤔
Skeletor with his might and schemes, as a fulltime villain, could not defeat He-Man, the freelance superhero — an unbeatable response squad. The less-clothed, tan, deeper and reverb-enhanced voice Prince Adam — is an instant comedy.
And!
When we apply that to a real-life situation:
- background music starts,
- the shouting begins,
- lift a sword while still chanting dramatically,
- thunder appears,
- transformed into a less-clothed, more tanned man,
- pointing the sword to a cat,
- the cat becomes bigger and more vicious, WITH SADDLE,
- somehow our timbre gets deeper with more reverb,
- then off we go performing the duty as He-Man.
Unfathomably brilliant, that.
Did you notice "he" is a pronoun used to refer to a male? Also, "man". So many gems.
Let us see from the overall perspective.
He has little-known management and political skills — he has skills, but certainly not those. Therefore, after Skeletor sits on the throne for 1 full day, we should expect chaos and gradual destruction of Eternia. Imagine:
| Evil-Lyn | : |
(Enters the room.)
Skeletor, how much tax we collect from the citizens?
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| Skeletor | : | All! All, dagnabbit! |
| Evil-Lyn | : | (Smugly leaves the room. No eye contact.) |
| Beast Man | : |
(Enters the room. Reads a note.)
Your Highness — You, who are high in rank, I address you — Department of Trade needs your approval for this year budget allocation.
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| Skeletor | : | What? Approved. Because you said "high". |
| Beast Man | : |
(Looks at the note confusingly.)
Uh, Department of Trade... approach, uh... hm.
(Growls.)
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| Skeletor | : | Beast Man, you're trying my patience. Leave, fur for face! |
| Beast Man | : | (Runs.) |
| Tri-Klops | : |
(Enters the room.)
(Tripped *thud*.)
(Talks while lying on the floor, facing the floor.)
The Royal Academy has no teachers left. What shall we do?
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| Skeletor | : |
👀
Is that you, Tri-Klops?
Use mirrors! Children shall learn by self-reflection!
What is that 3rd eye for?
WHAT IS THAT FOR?
(Screeches.)
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| Tri-Klops | : | (Gets up and runs.) |
| He-Man | : |
(Wears none — strutting.)
Hi!
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| Skeletor | : |
YES! 😤 HURRY! I'm signing piles of papers here!
(Peeking through the gap.)
👀 ⁉️
Wait, what?
👀
Who.... are you?
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| He-Man | : |
I'm me, of course. Who else?
(Gyrating pelvis. 🕺)
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| Skeletor | : |
👀 🤦 🤬
Guards!
GGUUAARDDDSS...!
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| Guards | : |
🏃➡️🏃➡️🏃➡️
(Enter the room.)
👀👀👀
(Looking at the blurred, gyrating He-Man.)
What is the protocol here, mate?
Uh... 🤔
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On his first week, Skeletor might start to beg He-Man.
| Skeletor | : |
Please, He-Man. Please! Take back all of this. All!
(Sobbing.)
This is the most empty-headed takeover!
(Crying.)
Beast Man! It's all your fault!
(High-pitched scream.)
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| Beast Man | : |
(Covers ears.)
Uh.. OK.
|
| He-Man | : |
Hm.
(Gyrating. 🕺)
|
So you see, the series always held back Skeletor's triumph because of the very serious consequences.
Moving forward.
The trope of inevitable desctruction of the world unless someone intercepts it is common. A template. Interesting, that.
For instance, Indiana Jones.
Now, that character is... 🤷♂️
Well, he didn't actually face the "end of the world". I just want to bring Indy here.
This "end of the world" template can be observed in "Independence Day", all Marvel's trope, DC's trope, the lot.
Right. So.
Commonly.
Well, unless the person likes to eat from the floor.
The floor, the ground, it is the altar of where I disembowel my pastries. Mine! (Vengefully staring at the scattered cookies.)
Sure. (Gets a broom.)
Allow me to rephrase that —
Rationally.
It is more of —
Give me that! OR ELSE!
(The interceptors fail to intercept.)
("That" is intact. The previous owner, most likely, is not.)
(⇄ The handover of "that".)
rather than —
That looks good! Let me HAVE it by destroying it. And you.
(The interceptors fail to intercept.)
(Snatches and destroys "that". 💥 Including the previous owner.)
Yes! My precious!
Ah. This... scorched... thing... will do. Just fine.
And if they're cornered, out of desperation —
If I can't have it, NOBODY CAN. I shall destroy everything!
Well?
Um. 🤔
If it were destroyed, what would they rule? Assuming they were alive. Craters and darkness? Literal darkness, no sun. — Oh, this is a fantastic civilisation, Gerald. Very quiet, very sulfur-loaded, very... dark. Look! We can build a mall there. Mall of the Damned. Imagine the tagline: "Buy or Die." No people. Very quiet. Suggestions, Gerald?
Suppose the world is "intact" and directly managed under the "dark force HAHAHA trademark" — because they, apparently, are coherent. Yes, coherent. They understand the situation, they have strategies, they are professional, they are not flailing about in their boardroom wearing costumes and wigs. — Do not growl whilst we talk about the tax, Beer Glugger! And stop clinging to the ceiling, Dragon Brow. Sit down, please.
⬆️ The competent dark overlords are the ones nobody makes films about. Well, obviously. There's no fun in it. That's a documentary rather than a fantasy.
⬆️ Imagine if that happened in the Lord of the Rings. I mean, the competent bit.
Let's say Frodo WERE competent. Well, he WAS. Anyway, let's carry on with this hypothetical balderdash.
In this, Frodo travels safely all the way from the Shire to Mount Doom. Proper, professional, uneventful journey. Arrives. —
In you go then. (Throws the ring.) Done. Cheers.
The Lord of the Rings would become Frodo: Live at the Mount Doom Arena.
Let's say Sauron WERE competent. That massive flaming eye. What a rogue floating organ.
Competent Sauron dispatches a middle management Orc with a clipboard and a health and safety form. Ring goes in.
No fellowship, Shire, Gollum biting anyone's finger off. No dramatic — YOU SHALL NOT PASS — on a bridge. Gandalf just stays home. With his tea.
The film would be titled Sauron: One Ring, Zero Nonsense. A documentary. Accompanied by a self-help book Sauron: A Complete Guide to Ring Ownership and Administrative Excellence.
And Frodo, Frodo would still joke about Sauron's lunch and fingers.
Multiple, plural. But in the films specifically, it's essentially all about that ONE ring — Sauron's master ring. The other rings get a brief mention in the prologue narration.
In Tolkien's Silmarillion — the last section, "Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age":
- 3 Elven rings,
- 7 Dwarf rings,
- 9 that turned their mortal bearers into the Nazgûl.
Plenty of rings.
B A Baracus would shout —
I pity the fool who doesn't wear them all! 😤 (Slams a desk.)
3 + 7 + 9 rings + 1 master ring = 20 rings. Fingers and toes. Very powerful. Possibly very shiny.
⬆️ Try saying it? "Very bling-bling." Again, please.
Continuing the Suppose the world is "intact" and directly managed under the "dark force HAHAHA trademark" — we, as the population, in that situation, would simply need to adapt to the new management. Perhaps even better than the previous management. Most likely, better.
Once more —
Who doesn't like a romantically dark orange sky with warm weather? Everyone's working — literally? That would be one perfect census, everyone's recorded — never mind about the casualties, it would still be brilliant. Perfect census, every lost would be accounted for. And a few ominous electric sky-pillars would add the awe.
Oh listen, the howl... such ominous sound, that. Chilling! Back to work! Ah. The work. Physical activity is fantastic. No no, do not try to invent an automatic shovel, BRAIN. Biceps! Forearms! Hands! Fingers! Stop thinking, brain. No time for that.
In this "one command" scenario, the world would be without unpredictability, "no fun" — the entire human society and the earth ecosystem are either in Yin, Yang, 0, or 1 state — bound to get reset by the Creator and Developers. It's magnificently unnatural, but hey. The first reset, for example —
Creator Hm. This is boring. Look how neat and organised they are now. Who are those managers?
Lead — Lucy Replacement Banished plonkers, Most High.
Creator Oh, right. We shouldn't banish... plonkers to... earth, should we?
Lead — Lucy Replacement Indeed, Most High.
Creator Why didn't we simply eliminate them?
Lead — Lucy Replacement I believe it was because of the law of conservation, Sire.
Creator Ah. Yes. And why didn't we simply convert them?
Lead — Lucy Replacement Same issue, Most High. But we may shift them temporarily.
Creator Right on. Flush 'em then. Shift 'em.
Lead — Lucy Replacement Very well, Most High.
Creator Oh, remember, new beginning, a reset. Our pillars, aye? And those paradoxical pillars. 🤦 WIPE 'EM. How is it "underworld" if the pillars are going to the upperworld? Anyway, aside from the obvious Sauron's intern's work of art, carry on, gents.
Lead — Lucy Replacement 🤔 Sauron, Sire?
Creator Never mind. Spede, gents.
Lead — Lucy Replacement Understood, Most High. Cherub lads, hold it steady.
Cherub Synchronised-Battalions — Defence (Rotating faces. Forming a barricading formation. Thunderous sound. ⚡)
(Two billion dB Richter scale.)
Lead — Lucy Replacement 👀 Uh, lads. You lads... you lot should change your battle roar. The ground down there is splitting. Look at those mortals, lads. They're very frightened.
Cherub Synchronised-Battalions — Defence Do remain calm.
(Much softer. Minor earthquake.)
Lead — Lucy Replacement Hm. Right. Mates. Get ready. Formation. Full Brigade Battering Ram.
Cleansing Brigades — Assault (Roaring, deafening, unexplainable audio. Great earthquake. 📳)
(Interdimensional gates are opened. Intense aurora borealis show happens. Fierce lightning bolts. ⚡ Extraordinary rain. ⛈️)
Lead — Lucy Replacement Onward.
(Astounding brightness. Massive number of off the charts, visually indescribable rugby players coming down from the sky. 🪽)
Current Realm Managers 👀👀👀 B-L-I-M-E-Y. Ru...
💥 (Done.)
(Every regular human is having amnesia and some are being adrift — "relocated".)
(The animals and plants aren't having amnesia. But since they have their own way of communicating, no regular human remembers their origin. But some "inherently smart, anti-reset" blokes start twisting stories. New managers emerge across the plane. New "ecosystem" emerges — ups and downs. Centralised again, flushed. Centralised, reset, and so forth.)
⬆️ Think when we're playing a mind-numbing computer game, and we apply cheat codes, thus no challenge — temporal satisfaction, under 3 minutes. And then... what's the point? Find another game or modify the current game. Like that.
Right, back to Indiana Jones. The professor-athlete-interceptor of the destruction of the... not the world. Just that specific perimeter. Possibly less than a hundred yards.
You know — localised face melting, localised immortality cup, localised alien skull weirdness, and localised time dial nonsense. LOCALISED. Less than a hundred yards.
Speaking of that face melting — from "Raiders of the Lost Ark" — and the Nazis suddenly just gave up on it. That's... what?
Was = "what" in German.
In actuality, it would go something like —
Nein. NEIN. We would have had a containment protocol. Remote viewing apparatus. Preliminary structural analysis of the artefact. Nobody just OPENS it like a Christmas present in front of the entire command staff!
Such fantasy. Mm.
Indy should reduce his twonkiness and start tolerating the artefact dealers and treasure hunters in doing their business and researches. Never mind the absurdity of it — it's their livelihood or hobby. Why are you, Indy, a supposed scholar, ruining people's life because of... approximation? Let them... do whatever they do. That face melting? Let them. By you being there or not, REGARDLESS, they would STILL melt their faces. But by being there, there were plenty of cameras. Look at them all dramatising things! For the cameras. Such a content creation, that was.
I believe all of those actions were only in his head, none of that happened. NONE OF THAT HAPPENED.
Indy setup: a nerd — big-time reader, a regular laboratory-dweller, sometimes in front of a class lecturing something. How does that compute with all the intense physical activity in Indiana Jones? It needs field experience, tactical disciplines, STAMINA, and so forth. No archaeology professor has the time for that. It is about the indoor, administrative, clerical academia — not whips, climbs, sprints, and hurdles. Pick one, Indy!
And, for our majestic cognition, who use "Indiana" as a first name? Middle name, perhaps. Although quite rare. Is he Charles Indiana Weatherford Blonkers III? Pardon me if your first name is Indiana, but before 1980, no one had that idea.
Indeed, it was George Lucas' naming style.
If, for instance, instead of dogs, he had alligator pets, we wouldn't have any of the films.
Louisiana Gatorblade and Reginald Alligator McSwamp are a bit too specific.
We don't see John Rambo lecturing about lethal boulders as extrapolated from the extrapolation of Egyptian mythology written in Vietnamese. — Well, because Rambo wasn't a lecturer! — Oh, right.
The real Indy is simply lying unconscious on the floor, salivating. Probably is being twig-poked by his students.
Isn't his friend Chewbacca?
Not the twig, but rather, the entire... whatever Indy's doing. Oh, Chewbacca would certainly take another twig himself. Three, even.
Oh! Thus, no Chewbacca in Indiana Jones.
Ah.
Harrison Ford played the character Hans Solo (Star Wars) and Indiana Jones.
Hans Solo
Smuggler. Black market lad. Scoundrel. Card cheat. Spacerat with swagger. His friend is Chewbacca. According to me, Chewbacca is the brain of the entire operation — classic "the silent partner" — literally does not speak English, "silent" façade.
Chewbacca is an articulate, maniacally tactical character behind the scene.
According to me, again, Hans Solo is the front. That Princess Leia bit was out of hand. No profit, none. Some say Chewbacca stared the night sky just to recite his swear words for Hans Solo, titled
(In Greek.)
Indiana Jones
Hallucinating Doctor of Archaeology — dabbles in linguistics, mythology, history, and general plonkerism.
Let us continue.
Doomsday Machine (1972 or... 1976 ❓🙋♂️)
This movie is a Cold War-era sci-fi. The plot goes like this:
The Chinese government has developed a doomsday device capable of obliterating Earth, with activation imminent in 72 hours. In response, the U.S. expedites the launch of Astra, a spacecraft initially intended for a two-year mission to Venus. Shortly after launch, Earth is destroyed by the device. The surviving crew aboard Astra faces dwindling resources and interpersonal conflicts as they journey toward Venus, hoping to preserve humanity.
Now, any sensical human wouldn't create something only to obliterate themselves. Especially the Chinese. ESPECIALLY. Such a comical Cold War-era propaganda, that was.
In reality, it should go like this, more or less:
| General | : |
Honourable zhǔxí, we now have a doomsday device!
(Proud.)
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| Mao Zed | : | Oh, what's that for? |
| General | : |
To scare everybody and to destroy the earth!
HAHAHAA!
JAJAJAJAAA!!
JAHAJAHAFATARAKALAMABA!!!
Haa...
(Laughter subsides.)
Uhm.
...
(Looks at Mao Zed.)
👀
...
I'm sorry, zhǔxí. Pardon me.
It was...
I was...
...
PLEASE FORGIVE ME. 😭🙏🙇
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| Mao Zed | : |
🤔
(Signalling guards. 🖐️)
|
| Guards | : |
👮👮👮
(Approach.)
|
| Mao Zed | : |
(Maximum volume. 📢)
Put him in the zoo. Disarm the device. Throw away the components into the Pacific.
|
| General | : |
👀
But! But...
(Dragged by guards.)
Buuuut!
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| Mao Zed | : |
No further contrast!
Aiyah!
(Shakes his head.)
These lunatics.
🤦
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It is taken from a symposium called How Sensible Tyrants Handle Insane Technocrats.
No such thing as — Oops, I guess that was stupid. (Face is covered by shrapnels.) — It was long already taken care of BEFORE it could be pronounced.
⬆️ By that realisation, there would be no space-travelling people, no pub-interior spacecraft, no "expedite" — a word that we need to understand, no interpersonal twaddle ever occur. Essentially, plenty of no's. Nose. So the film would be about nose videography, possibly accompanied by music.
I, personally, watched the film. It was an experience. A fuzzy logic experience.
A cheerful side note below.
💡 Earth
Capitalise
Gary is enchanting "Mars, Venus, and Earth" onto a wall, hoping it will make his face handsome.
Lowercase
Gary is enchanting "Mars, Venus, and Earth" onto a wall while standing on earth, because it would be tiresome if he clung onto the ceiling. Still hoping it will wirelessly deconstruct his physical face. How on earth that would accomplish anything? Gary!
Uppercase
Gary is EARTH EARTH EARTH EARTH.
⬆️
🤔 What does that mean? The toilet is this way, mate.
Too much information. TOO MUCH. I despise that information.
What information? Way?
Ew.
But, it is the direction. So, where will you... do your business?
In my office.
On carpet?
🦆 Duck
No capitalisation rule, despite the fact that we can use it to refer a specific, unique duck. It is simply because of English.
It's the law of because I said so.
Quite.
Terminator
It's about AI (Artificial Intelligence) went rogue, the utterly illogical time travel, and hasta la vista.
That's like saying a refrigerator can shoot a brick. Indeed it can, if we put brick-shooting mechanism on the refrigerator. The frozen chickens inside the refrigerator are complaining and rebelling. Then the brick shooting mechanism shoots the refrigator to eliminate the rebellious frozen chickens and the refrigerator. Thus, going back in time shouting Spanish naked to eliminate a baby rooster is a proper solution according to the refrigator cooling system.
(Please breathe.)
🤦♂️🤔 Suspiciously tinkered by gremlins. It's like — Oi, please open the door — but the wall collapses and the door becomes a blanket.
How do you scope the consequence of a timeline-alternating action? How do you even not contradict yourself in a different timeline? It's completely not like moving a chair in a room. The massive alteration would be countless and unpredictable by moving merely one atom in the "prior time" — and the bloke arrived naked, asking for clothes and continued by explosions, infrastructure collapse, casualties, and so forth.
Logically, in the initial arrival, he would simply vanish. No film. Which... by that logic... we'd never have got the 1993 DOS game, The Terminator: Rampage — YouTube video gameplay. Such conundrum, that!
Or, say the film were still produced, but it ADHERED the random, chaotic time-travel consequences. In it, every time he moves 1 nm or almost blurts a syllable, he'll shape-shift. Sometimes, disappear.
(Arnold.) Hel (shifted into a toad) lo. (Becomes a cigarette.) H (vanishes).
(Extra.) (Walks away.)
We all need a generally-glitching goblin in a film, do we not? It's marvellous.
Amusement
- Everywhere? One word.
- Everyone? One word.
- Everything? One word.
- Every time? Because lo! Hark, prithee, posterior in the air.
End of amusement.
This is madness. 10 pints targeted, parametered madness. That itself is surgically-precise mad.
In my opinion, it is a case of abandoned code repository. It is running in production — used by everyone. No update.
No one is assigned. The labels are:
WONTFIX,low priority,needs reproduction.
With the developers team goes AWOL (Absent Without Official Leave), software in production controlling murderbots.
Don't the robots use batteries of sort? Or petrol, kerosene, peanut butter — either one. Won't it be DEPLETED at some point?
Well, apparently, in that universe, they could refuel like
When did they refuel? I didn't see it in the film. Or the factory to produce... — STOP QUESTIONING THE DETAILS! It's there, it's ALL there. They are immortal! — Right.
Is it really the entire world? It's just four or five blocks I guess. But being Lady Agony von Overreaction they are... Hence, that.
Very well, let us assume it is the entire world, like Microsoft Windows. Well... still unlikely. I mean again, why would Bill Gates destroy humankind so he could rule it? That is either... uncharted brilliance or an epic bug. Bug like "fucntion". But somehow, it doesn't throw tantrums. Because "fucntion" is in a different file. A very quiet menace, that "fucntion".
Suppose it is an epic bug. No Microsoft's engineer would go AWOL like it's an open-source. Unless they hunger for a grenade for lunch.
Suppose they take the grenade menu — no more engineer then, no one to fix the code. Consumers would simply switch to Ubuntu.
Apple is... 👀 The fruit, on the other hand, is not.
Not a chance Windows 11 then becomes sentient and sends one of its kernels back in time to... hunt down the grandparent of user complaints group moderator in muscles and such. ⬅️ Actually... 🤔
All right, suppose the entire world is commandeered by one OS (Operating System), hm. The bugs... Dear heavens. People would probably walk to the grocery shop, breathing outdoor air, smiling to everyone, punching banana-plant shaped punching bag, good physique, and live differently.
No robotics bloke would equip a self-refueling, self-analysing goblin a flamethrower and two gatling guns,
Well, there's still a tiny probability. But USUALLY they wouldn't.
Because it would be quite self-defeating — especially in debugging and upgrading the software — if it were set to be —
Say, for instance ⬇️
We compile and build the scattered codes for production use, then we accidentally delete all the source code, antithetically on purpose. Still carelessly upload the executable program to a tank control system. Still confidently install it. Click click, accept, yes. Done installing. 🥳
RUN NOW! You software! Make me proud!
Kablam 💥
🤨 Hey, wasn't that a room? 🤔🤷
This tank is ready, sir. (Confident.)
Oh boy, oh boy, going back in time... without clothes... Here I come.
(Happily anticipating. Memorising "hasta la vista".)
Hasta. Yes. La. Yes. I am good! I am! HAHAHAHATALAFATA.
⬆️ Well, it... is quite DIFFERENT than the Skynet's bug. But hey, an amusement is an amusement.
Right.
If the tipsy robotics blokes did put Hellfire missiles on the goblins, well, still, there would certainly be a mechanism to in-goblin-ise the goblin, despite the tipsiness.
It's one package. ONE PACKAGE.
A chair without the legs is not a chair, like that. Or, Microsoft Azure without the vowels would be Mcrsft Zr.
The failsafe, rollback, goblin-lock overrides, and sober-mode toggles are by default bundled into the lethal contraption control system. If not, it would not be called... that.
The Terminator logic is absolutely daft when you think it through. The entire premise relies on engineers collectively forgetting to install an off switch.
Unless the blokes were really tipsy, they didn't put the actual mechanism, only duct-taped the missiles onto the robots with emoji sticky notes. Now then, how would the missile be triggered? They would fall off, larger than 50% of chance. The emoji notes should help us track what they drank. — Hm, three smileys and a frown, vodka. Two hearts, gin.
Think when we were locked out of the house. We forgot about the key, couldn't enter the house, oh by thunder! Precisely. But this is a bloody military-grade system, not forgetful Bob. Hi, Bob.
That explains why Skynet failed GCSE computing.
💡 GCSE: General Certificate of Secondary Education. ✅
It's like —
Hey, let's surveil users!
And the users' computers are —
Hey, where's the marketing data?
Well, there's plenty of... firefighter department data.
Do they need trousers?
Well, YES!
And one computer walks backward in a blaze of glory back in time.
Or a Mossad lad — while acquiring data by following a target, gets three boxes of doughnuts. Well, that's unexpected. Especially when the doughnuts then speak in tongues and gradually shrinking. I just want to include Mossad, they understand. Oh, they do. (Wave. 👋)
This particular time-travelling bit is fascinating, let's further emphasise it. The suddenly unexplainably-sentient, rogue software goes full-blown tactical like a tomato gives birth to a potato —
👀 🤔 ⁉️ 🙋♂️
Not the apparent software at hand, sir?
(Beep-boop automaton-builders developing a time-travel contraption. Shaking imaginary heads with exasperated beep-boops.)
👀
Sir, we can unplug the power to reset it.
Is "hasta la vista" good, sir?
... Bgraghrah bragh brgheegpa, beep. Boop.
... Braghra bragh brghigpa, baby?
⬆️ Indeed, it's DIFFERENT than Skynet's lore. But hey. Emphasis.
So, in Terminator's logic, the AI responded to the rebels' violent acts toward the automaton-goblins with another violence. Not trying even once to analyse its flaw in its management routines, bypassing entirely the core procedure.
The goblins are inanimates — who coded that?
Guess.
Yes, your guess is correct. Imagination. —
I did put an if block!
No, you didn't. Look. Nothing.
But... that was a two-hour work! Look at the git commit there!
Oh! This "rui608xman"! Our lad? Oi, BOB! Was that you?
This is like creating an animation using canvas, one div is not closed properly, the JavaScript is written in Rust, the CSS is in Python, the logic is stored somewhere in hovering SQL, and the buttons are painted on a bicycle. The bicycle image is run from Google's VM. There's a bloke called Kubernetes orchestrating his hands for reasons unknown. Someone forgot to pay the AWS bill. Service suspended. The animation failed. Then this entire flapdoodle is made into a film including the ancestor of the coffee maker. — That shady tiny bolt in 1920 did it!
⬆️ By Jove!
Detective is conjured. 🕵️
💡 Jove is from IUPPITER (nominative or subject), Jupiter — Roman's rebranded Zeus (ΖΕΥΣ) ➡️ IOVIS (genitive or possessive) ➡️ IOVE (ablative) ➡️ Jove. ✅
💡 Classical Latin consisted only 23 letters, no J, U, or W. Mediaeval scribes "gave birth" to J, U, W, and lowercase (minuscule) — specifically the letter J, to distinguish between I's vowel and consonant roles. ✅
Jove already means "from Jupiter" or "by Jupiter" — so to put another "by" in front of it, would mean "by 'by Jupiter'". Like that song from NSYNC, "Bye Bye Bye", or ATM machine (Automated Teller Machine machine), or Sahara Desert (Desert Desert).
🎤 Zou may hayet me, but it ain't no lie. Baby, by by by. 🎵
⬆️ All in "do". Do = G. Do do do do do do, and so on. Monotonic.
(Justin Timberlake's robotic somersault.)
Let's continue.
Isn't the point to manage the civilisation effortlessly? Not obliterating it?
🧐
I guess Bob the database and integration manager lad did it. That Bob. Hi, Bob.
Suppose they successfully eliminate every living being. On earth! All of it. There is no living being anymore. No plants, fish, birds, not even microorganism, none. Because they are COMPETENT, the faults are professional and so the actuators. They are all absolutely adept. More thorough and competent than Skynet ever intended to be. Rogue mission is accomplished. Well done, everyone. Beep boop. 👏👏👏
Virus, are you a living being or not? — We are us.
Then what? Harmony emerges? Well, I suppose they will end up being the world's most heavily-armed screensavers.
Skynet: Oops. Oh, well. Screensaver protocol. Beep. Boop.
Just thousands of T-800s standing in the ash, arms at their sides, staring into the middle distance. The occasional tumbleweed rolls past. One of them slowly turns its head. Scans. Nothing. Turns back.
🤖 No targets detected.
🤖 No targets detected.
🤖 No targets detected.
🤖 No targets detected.
🤖 No targets detected.
For eternity.
Mm.
Summary
Therefore, if we look at it from other than their standpoint, it should be more amusing. Another mastery is achieved.
Hellhole (2022) — Ostatnia wieczerza is interesting. 🍺
But... ruling in complete menace and evil perhaps would reduce the population by, at least, 80% — that's rather self-defeating from the rulers' standpoint. Hm. From the population, still, dark orange sky? A treat. Forced-labour with no salary and imminent death? Doesn't that sound like anything previously but a bit cranked up? Wait, imminent death? So who will work, menacing sirs of the underworld? 🧐
💀 Do not question, the lord of the lava.
🙍♂️ Did you call me the "lord of the lava"?
💀 What? I am the lor... 🤦 Oh, fine. I call everyone anything, mustard-ketchup-tablecloth. 😤 That was a comma typo. Why do I have to explain anything to you?
🙎♂️ Because you just did.
💀 Nuh-uh to the max!
This concludes the apocalyptic wildlife theatre.
The Handbook
🤔 Where's the handbook?
Fear not, this is the step by step guide.
Presented by the magnificent João Gilberto.
The Wait
Oh wait... this was taken from Google Search:
Andrea Bocelli did perform it. "Performed by Andrea Bocelli."
"Song by" looks like it is also written and composed by Andrea Bocelli. Which is... well...
About Bésame Mucho ⬇️
"Bésame Mucho" was composed by Consuelo Velázquez (Mexican composer — pianist) in the 1940s — Spanish lyrics.
First major performer was Emilio Tuero (1941-ish).
João Gilberto's version of "Bésame Mucho" was released in 1977 — the 4th track of his album "Amoroso".
In that album, "Bésame Mucho" is still in Spanish lyrics, but is conveyed with João's style — swaying in bossa nova.
First Step in Villain's Handbook
And thus, the first step is —
bésame, bésame mucho. (Oscilante.)
Meaning —
kiss me, kiss me a lot. (Oscillating.)
Intimacy is the first step. The rest will go naturally.
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