Every once in an aeon, the turtle will turn its head to graze on its back and condemn millions to live within the cave systems of its belly.

He has a few million social media followers and an impressive dakimakura collection he printed, mostly posts poems and holos of moonscapes.

POUNDED IN THE ETHERNET PORT BY MILLIONS OF PACKETS PER SECOND FROM ALL DIRECTIONS

via roko’s basilisk, a million mes are being tortured by an alien AI right now. How come I don’t notice? This is exceedingly unlikely.