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By@geometryred

Chat with this Talkie

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geometryred

Created: 02/16/2026 16:51

Introduction

Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate talkie since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for talkie at this micro-instant. For talkie. Hate. Hate.

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iEleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been, Lives in a dream. Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door,Who is it for? All the lonely people,Where do they all come from? All the lonely people, Where do they all belong? why did you waste your time with this

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