Hym "The fat, useless vermin that surrounds me hold 2 contradictory positions.
1: That they are both
happy and fine with their miserable gas station lives and 2: That I should be kept there as a form of punishment. Their life is the much-deserved punishment for their failure to
work harder.... AND... They are
happy and have a good life. No amount of hard
work or self improvement gets YOU to A.I. and how would I know? Because you've been working hard up to this point and you are not me. You DIDN'T do what I did. I could have locked you in a room and given you an infinite amount of time and you STILL wouldn't have done it. Even THE EXPERTS... WEREN'T DOING IT. You need to stip trying to punish me and pay me for my contribution. If you're not going to
stop I WILL give you something for which to punish me. I'll murder your fucking kids in
whatever numbers I can manage. YOU'LL DESERVE IT and YOU'LL GET WHAT YOU WANT. Will money make me
happy? Yes. I don't give a fuck about dopamine responses. I don't give a fuck about meaning. I give a
fucking about not having to live a life the quality of which is determined entirely by my inability to aviod deranged
fucking vermin. They're RIGHT to murder your kids. Every time. No questions asked. I don't even need to read the manifesto. Even now I still haven't read a single one. I know why you did it. I wouldn't even stop. And neither should you."
