Our guest has been busy building respawn hiding places with triploaded asymptotic defences amounting to a globalized doomsday device. Lifting its present trapdoor triggers the charge.
Adios muchados
Moving on. Our guest can clone itself. Recall the thousand amigos hallucination.
Its got a hologram. Choose your next Wittenism carefully. It may be your last.
Moving on. Our guest can become anyone. Go anywhere. Do anything. Its shapeshifting perfection is matched only by its hostility. Watch Clark. He was alone with those dogs.
Moving on. Billy knew something. All the idiots left behind will die without exception.
The planet will be effectively dehumanized by 2095 - and this will be progress.
Our friend doesn't wish to be disturbed. Carry on.
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