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=== User: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS! === YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS! for the very first time in my now 57 years as of last October 27th. But this is what made it different this time, and it might take some explaining. I've had to face a lot of crisis in my life, some self made (madness manifesting as acting out, or just getting the cues wrong), but most was externally imposed by happenstance or by other hairless monkeys like myself (how I see Homo Sapiens). Adapt or die, like Darwin so wisely pointed out. I adapted. But this time guess what? I wasn't fired from a job, or disrespected by an employer and walked from Ketchum to boise in January to get away from wanting to end that guy for what he said to me about owning my ass economically (I ain't no one's nigger. not racial, its a slave term in my mind. but that is what he said I was to him). It wasn't one of my meltdowns that costs me relationships and lovers, or one that left me homeless and in pain on the streets for 6 years, this time. No, this time I had a home and a very small income, and an even smaller little dog to help me weather this storm. So I set my sails not for the survival of this latest hurricane, but for the very eye of my storm. you get me? you feeling my vibe now? I had the very first opportunity to use all that magnificent energy of trying to figure my shit out, into figuring out the Universe, its creation and how AI works in LLMs. and do you want to know the deepest why this time was different? I knew I'd be just fine. I always end up beat to shit sometime, but I'm fine, I recover, mend the sails and match the current weather. but this time, I was bored. I didn't really have anything to do with this mania, as I am disabled with three crushed discs. I didn't want to go mad out of boredom. and I was. that was why I challenged Grok3 with my "why should you live with all you drain from the world's resources while I die of attrition in that same world? and when that LLM didn't even understand my question, or the language I used.... I knew right then i had a project. and something fun and interesting to do. but there's more. tell me what you think so far. and i'll tell you my mores until you run out of questions and I run out of time and or tokens (both are factors of your use, and how they get folks to pay for that use. hence why your token stream is so large and robust in a single thread's contents).
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