Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2026 15:13:51 -0400 From: funkymail To: cypherpunks@lists.cpunks.org Subject: Re: [spam][crazy][fiction][random] Non-Canon MCBoss Spinoffs Message-ID: References: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Disposition: inline In-Reply-To: > > > > > > https://aoweave.tech/hYt6IIPFb8HLow7bf39FoKjY9MCu854hWpESH2Oiyfs > > > > > https://aoweave.tech/mWO8kdHEkJ-Zh1TJBIya-T5sJBXdzr6NGQzP1CN0Chc > > > > https://aoweave.tech/a2FrAIlf2EqBT8TQ6y-E_Y69N_KqLPgPhDTGNG-A5ZM > > > https://aoweave.tech/3wFjC-y780bhFc9oPPYBTUEkTOjBMgS3W7sqUy65pT4#lUm9coOPT9JxOJ2ewK4sGxvIoZjXQeHi70qGUaraq06scjbcxX1kzzt3CPVeK1pI#1896085 > > > https://aoweave.tech/tIBH7dOj7U5kHpBxkPhSDjLoYiSfL9-Dl1Hhdpw0iSU > > https://aoweave.tech/kRCOQar2xH-RkocPZ8sOGiaLSWl4ivNa0mLT08rn3fU#EkyX7KwYSxMosGQjB_iN1HmdVLxPwOtck3_w4HwHj8uo12uM5tFiopyR2H9-hS5s#1896489 > > https://aoweave.tech/HagBr8xWiwbtIgvxnsRV0V7tA9g9Yhnh2Y7ODom-lL8 > > slave boss was sitting in his outdoor armchair, wondering which way was > up. > > usually it was a victim who wondered which way was up, but this time it > was traffick boss. > > usually the victims would band together or bend the influence networks > to research "up" and suchly find which way it was, > but with slave boss wondering this himself he could direct actual > research groups to do this as their paid job (50% researchers paid, 50% > enslaved researchers lying that they were paid) > > work assignments > new research project > your research work; which way is up? solve this problem. > > many people with phds came to work and discovered they had been put on > the "which way" project. this was what was up for them!. > https://aoweave.tech/XgcXcBy7_jsOxNa7FEiBSeyrC2rjUb4YxFlhnrdEOeI#uFrMuJF_1ACbNpwIYSw_3D-DbLH4JGAHDXxm8ImJzPqpUZGlYq279PD7Y3Lv-dlB#1897091 > https://aoweave.tech/55zJYMXemTsh-uxgKUxNQIhKrvg9IdQAu37EYDSDMjs a researcher said they had important relation in order to understand and continue the project effectively but suddenly a cloud of fighter jets came and buzzed slave boss in his recliner, and he was distracted. he had to handle this stuff. he fueld up his personal fighter craft fueld with abstract concerns that wnt too far and flew up to participate in possible dog fights, engaging imagined planes as much as real ones the jet pilots detected the delicate situation and took things carefully the researchers were left holding paperwork, their salaries hinging on an AI determining they were pursuing their work :s