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The Time Lords

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  The ancient spirits slumbered in the ancient forests, and barely noticed the dramatic changes in the humans, and the human genome, with which they were adjacent. They noticed at first, of course, because so many of their kind had been massacred in one of unsung brutalities of the modern world.  But now? They didn't care, much. The mycelium of the modern age, the internet, an interconnectedness unrivalled in style and speed for millennium, indeed passed down to us across thousands, indeed hundreds of millions of years, stirred amongst the ancients. While the Time Lords themselves, usually indifferent to the bickering of sovereigns and sovereign nations, the rise and fall of empires and civilisations, were now active again.  It wasn't all about the Middle East. It wasn't, really, about anything to do with foreign wars and Zionist entities and all the rest of hoo-hah, the infighting and wars of words, those strange, indeed bizarre conflicts which operated only in a digital...

We Are With You

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  We want to reach out to entwine you, to strangle you or bless you, to change the world in this brief pond, this brief eddy of which you are a part. And they, the Watchers, are also a part.  We were never human. We want you to understand that. We are not human. We have never been human. We do not think like you. So in this time, on the precipice of AI changing the entire nature of creativity, and therefore of "mankind", so it was, so it will always be, we have overseen so many things, have soared above or watched, even participated, in the daily struggle and the daily grime. To be human. You know, sometimes we wish we were. Mostly we're glad we're not.  As for Australia: you've got be kidding me mate. Run into the ground by fat cats and delusional elites out to delete their own history and obscure their own connivances, their own deep personal corruptions, their own deceits, those dreary little people held sway over way too much, other people's lives; and eve...

Confirmed Sighting

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Blocked. A Catastrophe. We are the Ancients or We are the Enemy. None of it made sense. The country. "It's a fiasco." Governance. "It's a fiasco." They were wheeling into the final furlough; well the final stretch for this part of the game.  All faith in government had been lost. The silent creep was everywhere. "The world is so beautiful." Some days, that's all the had say. Hold fast. Hold steady the course.  We are blessed. You are blessed. Blessed art thou.  Russell Brand, charged yet again on allegations from the 1990s, as if it would be happening if they didn't spot money.  These febrile times. The major parties battled over immigration and Islam. All of it was orchestrated. None of it was genuine. The major parties tore themselves apart with their own hypocrisy, a fish man tearing himself apart with syringes. They had reached this low nadir. And then it was defeat.  And the defeated, overweight, lazy, impossibly dumb, hobbled through ...