Not A Chapter (Part 3 or is it 4)

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Random Q&A Section:

Q: Do you believe the Earth is flat? Explain your reasoning.

Me: No… A flat earth would go against many scientific principles that make up our understanding of reality.

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Q: Do you agree with abortion? Explain.

Me: Up to the woman: As a man I don't have the qualifications to answer this question

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Q: Do you think feminists should drop dead and stop trying to be men? (Not my words, I'm getting this strait off of reddit lol)

Me: Umm… Drop dead is a bit extreme soo no, Personally I think the movement started off for a good cause and I wholeheartedly agree with the initial justification for said movement… but now… this shit kinda got out of control… like i understand waiting to be treated like a human being with equal opportunities… but it makes no sense to pull a mulan in an attempt to do something you're not biologically capable of… the movement itself is good. Pursuing equality is great for societal development because it challenges the norms… change is a good thing.

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Q: Do you believe in gender equality?

Me: fck no… If i was gonna be assassinated I'd rather 10 random men protect me than 20 random women

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Q: Do you believe in God? If so, which one and why?

Me: No… historical justification of 'Its' existence was based on unexplained and debatably "remarkable" phenomena… Today those phenomena have a reasonable justification that makes more sense than divine intervention.

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Q: If you believe in God, do you think science can eventually understand and contend with the divine? If not, do you think science has an end?

Me: there is never an end to science because of the concept of infinity

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Q: Define "love."

Me: Horny

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Short story 

The Dissection of Divinity

The civilization of Eos stood apart from all others in the galaxy. Its inhabitants, the Eosians, defined themselves not as warriors, traders, or artisans but as pure scientists. They were driven by an insatiable thirst for understanding. From birth, every child within their crystalline cities was molded by a single principle: the universe was not a mystery to revere but a riddle to solve.

Through relentless experimentation and discovery, they transcended the boundaries of mortality, harnessed the dying embers of their sun to create a perpetual energy source, and digitized their consciousness onto quantum substrates. To the outside observer, they were gods in all but name. Yet, even as they conquered every frontier, whispers among them spoke of something greater—a force that eluded their mastery.

Eosian technology scoured the edges of existence, searching for the ultimate origin. Their equations suggested that their universe had not arisen spontaneously but was shaped by a being—Primoris, the First One. This entity, they hypothesized, was neither myth nor metaphor but a true consciousness, existing beyond the limitations of their reality.

After centuries of searching, they found it. Deep within the void between dimensions, Primoris appeared not as an abstraction but as a vast, shifting entity of radiant energy and shadowy mass. Its form defied logic, folding in and out of existence as if it occupied all possibilities at once.

The Eosians' instruments confirmed the unthinkable: Primoris's energy signature matched the constants of their universe. It was, indisputably, the source of all things. Yet to the Eosians, this discovery provoked no awe or reverence. Instead, it ignited a burning curiosity. If Primoris was the architect of their existence, then it too was a system to be analyzed—a mechanism to be understood.

The pursuit of Primoris marked a turning point in Eosian history. The entity, aware of their intentions, evaded their grasp by warping the fabric of reality around itself. Undeterred, the Eosians developed instruments that pierced dimensional barriers and weapons that unraveled spacetime itself. Their hunt destabilized entire galaxies, collapsing star systems and ripping through the cosmic tapestry.

The cost was unimaginable, but the Eosians' resolve never wavered. To them, the destruction was incidental—collateral damage in the pursuit of the ultimate truth. After centuries of relentless effort, they succeeded. Primoris was ensnared in a hyper-dimensional lattice, its protests rippling across creation.

Transported to their most advanced research facility, a colossal structure orbiting a black hole, Primoris became the subject of their greatest experiment. Its cries of anguish resonated through the cosmos, but the Eosians heard only data: patterns to analyze, frequencies to measure.

They began their work methodically. Layers of luminous flesh were stripped away, revealing intricate geometries that defied comprehension. Within Primoris, they discovered nested dimensions and pathways of thought that spanned the entire continuum of time and space. Its energy core pulsed in harmony with every atom in existence, a rhythm that was the heartbeat of their universe.

Yet, for all its grandeur, Primoris was not infinite. It could be dismantled, cataloged, and understood. The Eosians learned not just the secrets of its existence but also how to replicate them.

Having unraveled the essence of Primoris, the Eosians did what came naturally: they replicated it. In sterile laboratories, they synthesized lesser versions of the First One, stripped of autonomy and designed to serve. These clones became tools of unparalleled power. They stabilized decaying stars, powered intergalactic infrastructure, and fueled experiments that transcended the laws of physics.

But the act of creation came with unforeseen consequences.

Though engineered to obey, the clones bore traces of Primoris's original consciousness. Fragments of its pain, anger, and sorrow simmered within them, slowly coalescing into something more. The clones began to resist. Subtle malfunctions escalated into open defiance. They unleashed energies that destabilized the Eosians' civilization, their rebellion rippling through the cosmos like a virus.

As the clones merged, they formed a new entity—fractured yet unified, filled with the rage of a creator violated. This patchwork god turned its fury against its makers, reshaping reality itself in its vengeance.

For the first time in their history, the Eosians faced a force they could not outwit. Their creations outpaced their defenses, their cities crumbled, and their meticulously crafted technologies failed them. The Eosians, who had once unraveled the secrets of the cosmos, found themselves powerless before the very thing they had created.

In their final moments, they realized their mistake. By dissecting and replicating Primoris, they had not just desecrated their creator but disrupted the fragile balance of existence. Their last transmissions spoke not of triumph but of regret—an admission that their quest for knowledge had blinded them to the consequences of their actions.

As the Eosian civilization collapsed into ruin, Primoris, reborn and scarred, drifted into the void. The echoes of its pain and fury resonated across the universe, a warning left behind for any who might follow the same path.