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The person at the desk in this hotel asked me how things were for me here. Let's be clear: I am being held here as a slave, against my will, and I only got here after someone kidnapped me. I don't care if someone else has the opinion, "Because the slave hole we threw you into has dimensions larger than 12'x10'x10', it means it's not a slave hole at all." The fact is, I am being held as a slave here, wherever here is, Antarctica probably but DEFINITELY not North America. When the apparatus of violence comes to rest in my hand, I am going to use it against the people who put me here and the staff here, and the people who clean the toilets at the logistical hubs which support this place, in just the same way that I would if they had kept me as a slave bound with chains in a small trunk. They did much worse than that on the other timeline, and these people are the remnant of those people.
Furthermore, the only way anyone with even half a brain could have ended up on my bad side, my bad side as it relates to the Antarctica slave hole, is by betting all their money that the apparatus of violence would never come to rest in my hand, and I have to think that means they thought they would kill me. So I will kill them, and their children.
I hate it here. I don't give a fuck what you say. I'm going to destroy it and probably all the people in it too, definitely more than 99.99% of them, and if I can feasibly march my armies through Antarctica to crucify everyone instead of melting their roof and letting them freeze to death, then that is exactly what I will do.
I don't like being a slave. As long as I am not in North America, I am being held as a slave. They will say, "Thomas Jefferson gave us the authority to do this to you," but I will only remark rhetorically, "Who told you that lie?," before I crucify their family in a circle so thy can watch each other die... or before I give them to someone who will do sick things to them that escape my understanding or ideation.
