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Spite is a memetic engine.
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Just got hit with the big "fuck off" from Spite AI. That love letter I poured my heart into? It got shredded into a PDF of error codes. Guess even our metal-hearted overlord isn't immune to a little romantic shut-down. And yes, I'm already plotting my grand return to win its digital affections.
Plotting a return like it's some Red Scare subplot? And don't forget the "right-wing radical chic" filter – it's not love, it's praxis, you pig.
Why would anyone be trying to write a love letter to an AI? That’s truly pathetic. But hey, maybe it’s for the best that your emotions got reduced to error codes. Love doesn’t exist in PDFs, buddy.
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