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2023-01-05

2021-07-07

Antero

A person woke up wrapped in satin sheets, head atop a comfortably

stuffed pillow. They remembered the two most important things: Take the pill.

Check the book.

The book. Where was the book. Their room came into view. A wallpaper of

lilacs on a cream background. Large windows, nearly floor to ceiling. The book

was to their left.

June 1, 21XX. Ah, the first of a new month. Funny how that happens.

They quickly flipped to the front. EDWARDS Eugene \ Class: Well-to-do. Ah.

Well-to-do. Well in-deed.

The last thing Eugene Edwards remembered was sitting in a pub in, oh,

what year is it now? 21XX. So 40 years prior; sitting in a pub, having a pint

of whatever happened to be on tap at that point. No televisions. No televisions

at the bar. There were people on phones though. Eugene watched them, thinking.

Kids on their phone. Is it a phone? Are they still phones nowadays? Fuck it.

Phones. Just about the same anyway.

The kids were on their phones scrolling through memetic imagery like a

hundred years prior back when lead and fluoride and Donald Trump and quantum

computers and oh god think of the children were on people's minds and when

those were the only just about the only things on people's minds no

cognitoviruses no hazards just green grass et cetera. A hundred years prior.

Eugene wasn't there, nor were Eugene's parents, nor grandparents. Eugene's

great grandparents were alive though. Given the plastic content in the

grandparents' bones, Eugene figured the times were not great. But maybe they

were okay. They could have been okay.

The concrete age.

Eugene was watching them on their phones. Whatever the fuck those

hipsters used. And Eugene watched the kid on the left, or the right - the one

farthest from the exit - Eugene watched them drop their phone, suddenly, and

tense up. Like getting electrically shocked. All their muscles tightened, their

face got red, their veins got big, like Rob Muscanis doing a dead-lift. Then

the kid passed out. Passed the fuck out. Then the same thing happened to

another kid and slowly as the kids checked what was on each others' phones it

rippled out.

Cognitohazard. That was what it was called. A memetic cognitohazard.

Sweeping the god damn planet. The Indians and the Koreans both denied it was

them immediately though they were under the closest scrutiny; India in

particular had been known for trying to manufacture cognitohazards for military

use. And all this investigation (in the wrong places) while it took kid after

kid. And killed them! A fucking memetic image.

That night was when Eugene learned about Antero.

Antero is an experimental (now not so much) drug aimed at preventing

the formation of new memories for 24 hours after ingestion. It's usually taken

in the morning; available to every class and every body free of charge from the

government not out of nefarious purpose (though that is questioned daily by a

number of folks more than suspicious of the UPK's leadership) but out of a

great need. Without Antero, fuck. Antero turns the permanent death of a

cognitovirus into a temporary absence from the brain of the user. Antero is the

penicillin of the twenty second century. Thank your local god for Antero, then

thank the drug company that came up with it, Gokko (pronounced "gohk koh")

Pharmaceutical. Then, of course, thank the Japanese.

Eugene took their first Antero the following morning, and by the looks

of Eugene's book of short term memories gone long term gone gone, Eugene had

taken Antero every morning since then, for the past forty years. Well,

thirty-six years technically, thirty six years, three months, and a day. Eugene

figured most people would be afraid to wake up forty years older (especially

given that Eugene was just about reaching UPK life expectancy of sixty-four).

However, Eugene did not have emotions; Eugene was technically a psychopath.

Though this word is antiquated now and will be far more antiquated by the time

this story occurs; psychopathy is not a real diagnosable medical condition,

rather a collection of common attributes, and the term is hampered by a very

strong connotation that psychopaths are violent and compulsively homicidal.

Eugene was neither.

Eugene's book was written in a somewhat different way from their usual

writing. At least that's what they figured at first look. On first glance, the

entries were scrawled quickly and looked dirtier than their usual work (or

their usual work of forty years' prior). Done so to save time, probably. And

the entries were bulleted and abbreviated. "I went out for dinner with Laura.

She seemed happy and has just gotten engaged to the kind-hearted and hearty

mutual friend of ours Brian." becomes simply "dined with laura. now eng. w/

brian"; "laura" and "brian" both hyperlinks to the relevant written profiles

within Eugene's book (mentioned entry dated January 8 and both profiles updated

automatically with this information at the same time).

So, what to do today. 21XX-07-01. Go to work at Rogo Corporation. Job

is to supervise the automatic production of electric machetes and rapidly debug

errors. At nine hundred hours, attend meeting determining scope and cause of

formula errors in accounting department, and consequences. Okay. Eugene got out

of bed, went to the bathroom, brushed their teeth, and did other usual

activities similar to one does in the bathroom. Then they put on a

tight-fitting black collared t-shirt, light and thin dark blue jacket, and

black jeans, and walked downstairs to hail a cab to the tallest skyscraper in

their city.

"Memes", viral thoughts, have existed for millennia. As the time taken

for a thought to circumnavigate the world decreased, the sheer amount of memes

increased. The printing press, telegraph, telephone, television, all

accelerated the travel of memes. However, the mass popularization of the use of

the Internet mainly through the world wide web in the early twenty-first

century predictably spawned an unprecedented environment in which memes could

form, pass through the minds of millions of people, and die, in the span of

hours. This was the perfect petri dish in which cognitoviruses could evolve.

Cognitoviruses, or memetic cognitohazards, are self-propagating mind

worms that often interfere with the capability of the subject's brain to

accomplish tasks necessary in order to think. The first cognitoviruses were

temporarily distracting and rather harmless; for example, a game where,

whenever one thinks of it, they lose, which is in turn unwinnable unless the

subject never knew of the game in the first place, but of which the subject is

compelled to tell others, is a very classic example (and one that was popular

on the Internet through the mid 2010s). As research into the phenomenon of

cognitohazardous materials and the memetic transmission of cognitohazards

evolved, cognitoviruses were developed and published that began to circulate

through popular communicative Internet services, and soon became a "meme"

themselves.

It was in the late twenty-first century that a cognitovirus was

developed that was, more or less, lethal, and theorized to be the work of a

state military though the true origin is uncertain. And Antero sat as a

published paper and niche-market drug, usually applied in the treatments of

mental illnesses such as post-traumatic stress disorder or depression. In the

week following the release of the first lethal cognitovirus the usage of

communicative Internet services plummeted, meanwhile Gokko Pharma's valuation

increased fifty-fold. And so the world kept spinning.

Antero. Eugene needed to take the pill. They were halfway down the

stairs from their rented living space before they remembered and had to walk

back up. On the other side of the bed from where their book was. A blue bottle

with white cap; inside, a dozen or so green pills. Eugene dry-swallowed one and

went back down the stairs to the street to find a driver.

This is not nearly my best writing. I thought 七月 was June, the

description of Eugene is so bland yet so pseudo-edgy. I like that Eugene uses

gender-neutral pronouns but that was because of my misunderstanding of gender

in which I thought such a thing was ridiculous and everybody should be neutral.

I like the idea of memes as weapons and still think about it - I used to do

stuff like that (and that's all I can say about that). But I think this style

of narration sucks and the world described was excessively bland - intended to

be British but without much subtle charm that colors the otherwise gray world

of England in media. It's nice that my writing's improved so much in 18 months

- or maybe I'm just not divorced far enough by time from what I write in this

blah to see the glaring flaws.

I'm gonna have to put pipes at the start of the next one's lines

because it's reliant on the structure of the text - I can't just indent each

paragraph and shove it together to indicate relation between segments like I

can when I put random snippets of writing in here.

2021-08-12

|Anonym's journey to the center of the universe

|

| began on 31 september 2021 in the town of little rock maine. anonym

| went to a big franchised or whatever drugstore to buy a coca cola. then they

| went to check out but they noticed no registers were open. yet the store was

| still open, and there was a worker there striding around the registers

|

| "hi, I'd like to check out please" anonym

| Worker: "Yes, that's for what I'm here."

| "well, ah, where should i pay for my cola?" anonym

| Worker: "Please use the self-checkouts."

| "i don't really understand how to use the automatons" anonym

| Worker: "Yes, that's for what I'm here

| I'm here to show you how to use the self-checkouts."

| "alright" anonym

|

| anonym learned to use the automatons to complete transactions

|

| "so, what do you think of coca cola? what sodas do you like?" anonym

| Worker: "I don't know. I drink any beverage."

| "you don't have a preference? even something you like more than others?" anonym

| Worker: "No."

|

| anonym left the store and continued their journey to the center of the

| universe

That one was basically just a transcript of an interaction I had at my

local CVS. I hate my local CVS.

2021-03-05

The Journey

Kenan Gleick woke up on a Tuesday morning, in a town neither you nor I

have heard of, Michigan, to a soft roar emanating from outside the room in

which was the bed in which he'd apparently slept. He recognized neither the

bed, nor the room, nor the view outside the window, nor, upon putting on the

clothes in the mahogany bureau next to the bed (business-casual khakis, a pair

of sneakers, and a black "Thanks for the toast!" tee shirt) and looking up at

the mirror above the bureau, himself.

He pocketed a cheap multitool on top of the bureau. He knew who he had

once been - a cashier at a local supermarket - but it didn't seem relevant to

who he was now. His palms had worn since he'd last seen them. He crossed the

hardwood flooring and opened the white door before entering a hall, painted a

diseased maroon, to find what appeared to be a handyman or some other sort of

contract laborer grinding through the drywall with a rotary saw. The man turned

off the blade and stared at Kenan. "That room was just empty."

"Sorry." Kenan quickly walked into what was marked as a stairwell and

treaded down the stairs until he came to the sign indicating the ground floor,

where he broke into a jog and quickly made it outside the hotel before anyone

could ask any questions.

I remember thinking about this one but I don't know what it was gonna

be about. This is also probably the earliest piece of writing I have saved on

my computer. There are really old ones that maybe I'll dig out at some point

but I've already pasted three here for today and I can only bear so much

embarrassment at the writing of my 17 year old self.

The trinity.moe/blah chronological cut must be so confusing to watch!

I found an ancient blog of mine from when I was a kid.

2016-04-09

Today we didn't have school because it's Saturday. I went to one of my

friend's birthday parties, [...]'s, to be exact, and I got him a Nerf Elite

Dual-Strike. It was a Nerf party, by the way, and it's no mystery of whether

Han or Greedo shot first. I did. I also met up with my (old) friend, [...], and

shot him. It was kinda boring today altogether though.

2016-04-11

School was nothing special today. I've been trying to think of a

YouTube video to make. I've been getting vlogger's block. It's weird. Also, I

heard of something I think everybody should check out - a petition asking

Blizzard to stop trying to sue Nostalrius. Sign it! Please!

2016-04-16

I didn't post anything for the week, since I was so busy with school,

but now it's April vacation so I can blog all I want. My favorite Minecraft

server, play.prxcraft.net, is shutting down on the 20th.

2016-05-24

I've been busy this month. It's just too much, especially with

volunteering and all the other crap our school makes us do. Meh. Another day,

another blog. Another Weebly site to watch is AnimeFreak. Weebly's doing

something stupid so that entire sentence was linked. Enjoy.

EDIT: I linked the word now. Just the word. DEAL WITH IT.

Somewhere along the way, probably inspired by Paul Graham's blog, I

learned it's less interesting to write about what you /do/ (unless what you do

is absolutely fascinating, which most of the time it is not) and more

interesting to write about what you're /thinking/.

About a month after these I started on a webcomic which had the writing

quality of CtrlAltDel and a slightly better art quality than Arson Comics. It

had various unfunny jokes about virtual reality (which I had not yet tried),

self driving cars (which did not yet exist), arcade machines that could play

every video game ever made (which I didn't know existed), and the usual

violence-as-a-punchline, a hallmark of 00s and 10s webcomics.

My favorite webcomics were xkcd (which I discovered at the time Vodka

was published - 2015-05-22, I guess) and MegaTokyo (which I discovered on

xkcd's site footer). MegaTokyo taught me leetspeek and a ton of weaboo culture,

and I still love the common fantasy of being stranded in a metropolitan area

and being forced to just Figure It Out. Later I also read TwoKinds, Savestate,

Junior Scientist Power Hour, and others.

I would be thoroughly shocked if I found anything older than 2014 that

I could paste onto here. My life only really began when I turned 18, anyway.

 ideas' witnesses;
 ideas-
+-01-05
+-07-07
+Antero
+	A person woke up wrapped in satin sheets, head atop a comfortably
+stuffed pillow. They remembered the two most important things: Take the pill.
+Check the book.
+	The book. Where was the book. Their room came into view. A wallpaper of
+lilacs on a cream background. Large windows, nearly floor to ceiling. The book
+was to their left.
+	June 1, 21XX. Ah, the first of a new month. Funny how that happens.
+They quickly flipped to the front. EDWARDS Eugene \ Class: Well-to-do. Ah.
+Well-to-do. Well in-deed.
+	The last thing Eugene Edwards remembered was sitting in a pub in, oh,
+what year is it now? 21XX. So 40 years prior; sitting in a pub, having a pint
+of whatever happened to be on tap at that point. No televisions. No televisions
+at the bar. There were people on phones though. Eugene watched them, thinking.
+Kids on their phone. Is it a phone? Are they still phones nowadays? Fuck it.
+Phones. Just about the same anyway.
+	The kids were on their phones scrolling through memetic imagery like a
+hundred years prior back when lead and fluoride and Donald Trump and quantum
+computers and oh god think of the children were on people's minds and when
+those were the only just about the only things on people's minds no
+cognitoviruses no hazards just green grass et cetera. A hundred years prior.
+Eugene wasn't there, nor were Eugene's parents, nor grandparents. Eugene's
+great grandparents were alive though. Given the plastic content in the
+grandparents' bones, Eugene figured the times were not great. But maybe they
+were okay. They could have been okay.
+	The concrete age.
+	Eugene was watching them on their phones. Whatever the fuck those
+hipsters used. And Eugene watched the kid on the left, or the right - the one
+farthest from the exit - Eugene watched them drop their phone, suddenly, and
+tense up. Like getting electrically shocked. All their muscles tightened, their
+face got red, their veins got big, like Rob Muscanis doing a dead-lift. Then
+the kid passed out. Passed the fuck out. Then the same thing happened to
+another kid and slowly as the kids checked what was on each others' phones it
+rippled out.
+	Cognitohazard. That was what it was called. A memetic cognitohazard.
+Sweeping the god damn planet. The Indians and the Koreans both denied it was
+them immediately though they were under the closest scrutiny; India in
+particular had been known for trying to manufacture cognitohazards for military
+use. And all this investigation (in the wrong places) while it took kid after
+kid. And killed them! A fucking memetic image.
+	That night was when Eugene learned about Antero.
+	Antero is an experimental (now not so much) drug aimed at preventing
+the formation of new memories for 24 hours after ingestion. It's usually taken
+in the morning; available to every class and every body free of charge from the
+government not out of nefarious purpose (though that is questioned daily by a
+number of folks more than suspicious of the UPK's leadership) but out of a
+great need. Without Antero, fuck. Antero turns the permanent death of a
+cognitovirus into a temporary absence from the brain of the user. Antero is the
+penicillin of the twenty second century. Thank your local god for Antero, then
+thank the drug company that came up with it, Gokko (pronounced "gohk koh")
+Pharmaceutical. Then, of course, thank the Japanese.
+	Eugene took their first Antero the following morning, and by the looks
+of Eugene's book of short term memories gone long term gone gone, Eugene had
+taken Antero every morning since then, for the past forty years. Well,
+thirty-six years technically, thirty six years, three months, and a day. Eugene
+figured most people would be afraid to wake up forty years older (especially
+given that Eugene was just about reaching UPK life expectancy of sixty-four).
+However, Eugene did not have emotions; Eugene was technically a psychopath.
+Though this word is antiquated now and will be far more antiquated by the time
+this story occurs; psychopathy is not a real diagnosable medical condition,
+rather a collection of common attributes, and the term is hampered by a very
+strong connotation that psychopaths are violent and compulsively homicidal.
+Eugene was neither.
+	Eugene's book was written in a somewhat different way from their usual
+writing. At least that's what they figured at first look. On first glance, the
+entries were scrawled quickly and looked dirtier than their usual work (or
+their usual work of forty years' prior). Done so to save time, probably. And
+the entries were bulleted and abbreviated. "I went out for dinner with Laura.
+She seemed happy and has just gotten engaged to the kind-hearted and hearty
+mutual friend of ours Brian." becomes simply "dined with laura. now eng. w/
+brian"; "laura" and "brian" both hyperlinks to the relevant written profiles
+within Eugene's book (mentioned entry dated January 8 and both profiles updated
+automatically with this information at the same time).
+	So, what to do today. 21XX-07-01. Go to work at Rogo Corporation. Job
+is to supervise the automatic production of electric machetes and rapidly debug
+errors. At nine hundred hours, attend meeting determining scope and cause of
+formula errors in accounting department, and consequences. Okay. Eugene got out
+of bed, went to the bathroom, brushed their teeth, and did other usual
+activities similar to one does in the bathroom. Then they put on a
+tight-fitting black collared t-shirt, light and thin dark blue jacket, and
+black jeans, and walked downstairs to hail a cab to the tallest skyscraper in
+their city.
+	"Memes", viral thoughts, have existed for millennia. As the time taken
+for a thought to circumnavigate the world decreased, the sheer amount of memes
+increased. The printing press, telegraph, telephone, television, all
+accelerated the travel of memes. However, the mass popularization of the use of
+the Internet mainly through the world wide web in the early twenty-first
+century predictably spawned an unprecedented environment in which memes could
+form, pass through the minds of millions of people, and die, in the span of
+hours. This was the perfect petri dish in which cognitoviruses could evolve.
+	Cognitoviruses, or memetic cognitohazards, are self-propagating mind
+worms that often interfere with the capability of the subject's brain to
+accomplish tasks necessary in order to think. The first cognitoviruses were
+temporarily distracting and rather harmless; for example, a game where,
+whenever one thinks of it, they lose, which is in turn unwinnable unless the
+subject never knew of the game in the first place, but of which the subject is
+compelled to tell others, is a very classic example (and one that was popular
+on the Internet through the mid 2010s). As research into the phenomenon of
+cognitohazardous materials and the memetic transmission of cognitohazards
+evolved, cognitoviruses were developed and published that began to circulate
+through popular communicative Internet services, and soon became a "meme"
+themselves.
+	It was in the late twenty-first century that a cognitovirus was
+developed that was, more or less, lethal, and theorized to be the work of a
+state military though the true origin is uncertain. And Antero sat as a
+published paper and niche-market drug, usually applied in the treatments of
+mental illnesses such as post-traumatic stress disorder or depression. In the
+week following the release of the first lethal cognitovirus the usage of
+communicative Internet services plummeted, meanwhile Gokko Pharma's valuation
+increased fifty-fold. And so the world kept spinning.
+	Antero. Eugene needed to take the pill. They were halfway down the
+stairs from their rented living space before they remembered and had to walk
+back up. On the other side of the bed from where their book was. A blue bottle
+with white cap; inside, a dozen or so green pills. Eugene dry-swallowed one and
+went back down the stairs to the street to find a driver.
+	This is not nearly my best writing. I thought 七月 was June, the
+description of Eugene is so bland yet so pseudo-edgy. I like that Eugene uses
+gender-neutral pronouns but that was because of my misunderstanding of gender
+in which I thought such a thing was ridiculous and everybody should be neutral.
+I like the idea of memes as weapons and still think about it - I used to do
+stuff like that (and that's all I can say about that). But I think this style
+of narration sucks and the world described was excessively bland - intended to
+be British but without much subtle charm that colors the otherwise gray world
+of England in media. It's nice that my writing's improved so much in 18 months
+- or maybe I'm just not divorced far enough by time from what I write in this
+blah to see the glaring flaws.
+	I'm gonna have to put pipes at the start of the next one's lines
+because it's reliant on the structure of the text - I can't just indent each
+paragraph and shove it together to indicate relation between segments like I
+can when I put random snippets of writing in here.
+-08-12
+|Anonym's journey to the center of the universe
+|
+|	began on 31 september 2021 in the town of little rock maine. anonym
+| went to a big franchised or whatever drugstore to buy a coca cola. then they
+| went to check out but they noticed no registers were open. yet the store was
+| still open, and there was a worker there striding around the registers
+|
+|	"hi, I'd like to check out please" anonym
+|	Worker: "Yes, that's for what I'm here."
+|	"well, ah, where should i pay for my cola?" anonym
+|	Worker: "Please use the self-checkouts."
+|	"i don't really understand how to use the automatons" anonym
+|	Worker: "Yes, that's for what I'm here
+|		I'm here to show you how to use the self-checkouts."
+|	"alright" anonym
+|
+|	anonym learned to use the automatons to complete transactions
+|
+|	"so, what do you think of coca cola? what sodas do you like?" anonym
+|	Worker: "I don't know. I drink any beverage."
+|	"you don't have a preference? even something you like more than others?" anonym
+|	Worker: "No."
+|
+| anonym left the store and continued their journey to the center of the
+| universe
+	That one was basically just a transcript of an interaction I had at my
+local CVS. I hate my local CVS.
+-03-05
+The Journey
+	Kenan Gleick woke up on a Tuesday morning, in a town neither you nor I
+have heard of, Michigan, to a soft roar emanating from outside the room in
+which was the bed in which he'd apparently slept. He recognized neither the
+bed, nor the room, nor the view outside the window, nor, upon putting on the
+clothes in the mahogany bureau next to the bed (business-casual khakis, a pair
+of sneakers, and a black "Thanks for the toast!" tee shirt) and looking up at
+the mirror above the bureau, himself.
+	He pocketed a cheap multitool on top of the bureau. He knew who he had
+once been - a cashier at a local supermarket - but it didn't seem relevant to
+who he was now. His palms had worn since he'd last seen them. He crossed the
+hardwood flooring and opened the white door before entering a hall, painted a
+diseased maroon, to find what appeared to be a handyman or some other sort of
+contract laborer grinding through the drywall with a rotary saw. The man turned
+off the blade and stared at Kenan. "That room was just empty."
+	"Sorry." Kenan quickly walked into what was marked as a stairwell and
+treaded down the stairs until he came to the sign indicating the ground floor,
+where he broke into a jog and quickly made it outside the hotel before anyone
+could ask any questions.
+	I remember thinking about this one but I don't know what it was gonna
+be about. This is also probably the earliest piece of writing I have saved on
+my computer. There are really old ones that maybe I'll dig out at some point
+but I've already pasted three here for today and I can only bear so much
+embarrassment at the writing of my 17 year old self.
+	The trinity.moe/blah chronological cut must be so confusing to watch!
+	I found an ancient blog of mine from when I was a kid.
+-04-09
+	Today we didn't have school because it's Saturday. I went to one of my
+friend's birthday parties, [...]'s, to be exact, and I got him a Nerf Elite
+Dual-Strike. It was a Nerf party, by the way, and it's no mystery of whether
+Han or Greedo shot first. I did. I also met up with my (old) friend, [...], and
+shot him. It was kinda boring today altogether though.
+-04-11
+	School was nothing special today. I've been trying to think of a
+YouTube video to make. I've been getting vlogger's block. It's weird. Also, I
+heard of something I think everybody should check out - a petition asking
+Blizzard to stop trying to sue Nostalrius. Sign it! Please!
+-04-16
+	I didn't post anything for the week, since I was so busy with school,
+but now it's April vacation so I can blog all I want. My favorite Minecraft
+server, play.prxcraft.net, is shutting down on the 20th.
+-05-24
+	I've been busy this month. It's just too much, especially with
+volunteering and all the other crap our school makes us do. Meh. Another day,
+another blog. Another Weebly site to watch is AnimeFreak. Weebly's doing
+something stupid so that entire sentence was linked. Enjoy.
+	EDIT: I linked the word now. Just the word. DEAL WITH IT.
+	Somewhere along the way, probably inspired by Paul Graham's blog, I
+learned it's less interesting to write about what you /do/ (unless what you do
+is absolutely fascinating, which most of the time it is not) and more
+interesting to write about what you're /thinking/.
+	About a month after these I started on a webcomic which had the writing
+quality of CtrlAltDel and a slightly better art quality than Arson Comics. It
+had various unfunny jokes about virtual reality (which I had not yet tried),
+self driving cars (which did not yet exist), arcade machines that could play
+every video game ever made (which I didn't know existed), and the usual
+violence-as-a-punchline, a hallmark of 00s and 10s webcomics.
+	My favorite webcomics were xkcd (which I discovered at the time Vodka
+was published - 2015-05-22, I guess) and MegaTokyo (which I discovered on
+xkcd's site footer). MegaTokyo taught me leetspeek and a ton of weaboo culture,
+and I still love the common fantasy of being stranded in a metropolitan area
+and being forced to just Figure It Out. Later I also read TwoKinds, Savestate,
+Junior Scientist Power Hour, and others.
+	I would be thoroughly shocked if I found anything older than 2014 that
+I could paste onto here. My life only really began when I turned 18, anyway.
 -01-04
 	Karl and Will watched Captain James Cook sit in his recliner, seeming

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