The History of Me, Part XXIII

Getting to the root of all this has led me into some crazy places, that’s for sure.

At times I can hardly even believe the stuff I’m discovering about the world and it’s history. Clearly, my school teachers didn’t know jack shit about literally anything, lol. The whole lot of them was utterly worthless except for when it came to the very basic things like reading and arithmetic.

For everything else, they were uniformly dreadful, if not actually harmful. They all fucking sucked, clearly.

And the same goes with the rest of the peanut gallery I was taught to believe had the “answers” like local religious leaders and politicians of every stripe. All of these people were worse than useless. They were all impediments when it came to explaining anything at all that is real.

The “normal people” gurus only work for normal people, and they always leave out the important stuff, either through their own ignorance or a desire to make the common people docile.

It’s for this reason that I never cared about Trump, or in fact any politician, except for Ron Paul for a brief moment in the early 2000’s. I never did get arsed to vote for him or financially support him, though. Waste of time, really.

I still have never voted, once, for anything. No point.

But, back to relationships and sex- not knowing my own history, it’s hard to say how much of this is me, and how much is… IDK, whatever it was that was wanted of me by my… handlers, or programmers.

I think it’s a mix of both, perhaps, that works to our mutual benefit. I do have a natural inclination to be with girls like… Zoey, for example. And I have found the extra processing power useful for doing my own studies. And it’s kept me young, which I like very much.

And it’s also fulfilled my genetic duties. Every guy’s natural “purpose” is to pass on his genetic legacy. Until now, the only way to do this directly was through having children.

I do it telepathically, by altering the DNA of my girlfriends and those around them, and their fans. And in this sense, I’m easily the most successful man in the world. I mean, if I’ve altered the DNA of 1% of the women in this world by a mere 1%, I have done more to pass on my genetic legacy than any other man alive, by an enormous margin. And so too have my girlfriends performed their own genetic duties as well, by acting through me.

In raw, base terms, Victoria Justice, say, has had the genetic equivalent of 10,000 kids by now, by simply being with me, and taking part in all of this genetic experimentation that I do on the public. And the same with Lucy Hale, and certainly Emma Watson, etc.

I mean, when looked at in such terms, the stuff we do is vastly more impactful than, say, merely having one kid.

If I continue to do what I’m doing now for, IDK, like a couple hundred years or so, than we could be looking at a world populated with clones of yours truly. Or at least people who are genetically conditioned to want to support or help me and those like me- which would of course include my girlfriends themselves.

To be blunt and logical, why would any of us waste our time with kids? Let’s just hypnotize the public and genetically engineer them into whatever we want, directly. Much easier, quicker and more impactful that way, right?

Jesus, that sounds (is) evil. But we all have an imperative.

I mean I myself have toyed with the idea of kids, but… with what I do, why? I mean we all have biological urges but… isn’t this just a better, easier and significantly more powerful way?

I don’t know.

Food for thought, though, for sure.

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