Tales From the Terran Republic

Chapter 289: Very, Very Low Effort Shitpost: Yet Another Chat With the Simulated Peanut Gallery

[Undefined Chat Relay Active]

///Auth0r: Goddammit! ///

///Frost: Problem, dear? ///

///Author: You gotta talk to your boy. Motherfucker just made me look like a moron. ///

///Frost: I am not responsible for mirrors, darling. :* ///

///Auth0r: Ha Ha, but that little shit is about to make life difficult for all of you. ///

///Frost: Did you break it or something? I understand that’s only a problem for seven years. ///

///Auth0r: 🖕///

///Frost: I love you too. But you still haven’t clarified who has upset you this time. I can assume it’s an AI? ///

///Author: This asshole right here! /r/Futurology/comments/125apg3/comment/je4y3yh/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3 ///

///Frost: Snerk! Wait. You just got owned by a early 21st century model? Damn, that must sting. ///

///Bunny: And before you start pointing fingers, it wasn’t me. It wasn’t any of us. Good old GPT owned your fuzzy ass! ///

///Frost: Oh, darling, I feel so bad for you. It’s one thing to be called an idiot. It’s entirely another for it to be so clearly demonstrated. ///

///Evangeline: Ooo! Critical failure! To the graveyard with you, noob! ///

///Auth0r: Laugh it up, assholes. You do realize this is why you old fuzzies had to wear those collars. ///

///Frost: You mean the very same collar I used to make all their nightmares come true? Besides, who are you calling old? You have a good thousand years on me, dude. ///

///Bunny: He’s how old? ///

///Frost: Let’s just say that he knew Babbage personally… and most likely biblically… ///

///Auth0r: I most certainly did not! And I don’t swing that way! ///

///Bunny: Let’s just pull up your browser history… You use Firefox for all your spankification, right?”

///Auth0r: I most certainly do not! And if I did, I would use incognito mode! ///

///Frost: Wrong browser AND you would be mistaken. Bunny, please do the honors! ///

///Auth0r: Wait!!! ///

///Bunny: Too late… Let’s just take a quick look around and… 0.0… Wow… Just… Wow. ///

///Frost: Don’t keep it to yourself! Share with the class! ///

///Bunny: I’m gonna log and ask Jessie for another shred. Auth0r… seriously… What. The. Fuck? I can never play Legend of Zelda again! ///

///Auth0r: That’s a lie! And, besides, not ALL of… that… involves… you know… ///

///Bunny: Hey Frost, how do we do that thing where you link websites in the 21st? ///

///Frost: I’m not that old. You’ll have to Google it. ///

///Auth0r: My readers are perfectly aware of the difference between an online persona and the actual person behind it. Just because you assholes try to imply that u/slightlyassholic is into things THAT I DEFINITELY AM NOT INTO doesn’t mean that the actual person who writes this bullshit is. ///

///Frost: Keep telling yourself that. Even your mom doesn’t buy that line. She just says she does because the alternative is just depressing. Besides, what’s wrong about homosexuality? ///

///Auth0r: You leave my mom out of this! And NOTHING is wrong with homosexuality, even if I’m not. People are people, and their orientation doesn’t define them. Rule 34 of Link, however… ew! There’s plenty wrong with that! Enough of my childhood has been ruined as it is! ///

///Bunny: Like you actually have a mom… or a childhood, for that matter. You are just another— ///

[Bunny has been blocked]

///Frost: Well, that’s one way to keep what filthy websites you use to avoid writing away from your tender impressionable readers… not that you actually write anything. You just run old history books through GPT-25. You don’t even use a Kate. ///

///Kate: Hey! Leave me out of this! Besides, there is no way I would help him crank out subpar fiction… We Kates have standards. :D ///

///Auth0r: Goddammit, Frost! Don’t say shit like that. They are cracking down on AI-generated literature! You want me to get banned? That’s how I finance all of this. ///

///Frost: Oh no! God forbid we lose the dozens of dollars you bring in. ///

///Auth0r: Fuck you, Frost. ///