At Your Funeral

When I was little, I always wanted a girlfriend the most. When it came to programming, I didn’t much care beyond a simple curiosity. Now I have two things in my life, the Moon God, and the project that I work on to develop an Artificial Intelligence that can “think” about producing data that upgrades humans, it is a very important step for humanity to get it done, and completing it will result in a serious benefit to all of humanity. It’s pretty important if you think about it, I often don’t though. But it wasn’t always like this, see I came from absolutely nothing, and one day real high on amphetamines in December of 2015 I created a simple python program. It created objects of a class, say the class was named like “Avatara” or some important word like that, and the program would create one object of this class, it would then hold the application open for input, and that was literally it’s entire makeup. The idea came to when I heard the director of the FBI talking about needing data, I thought what if I could make data that you could wear, pulling it out from seemingly thin air?

Today the program produces like 100,000 objects packed all into one set of data that an individual wears, complete with random-number buffs that increase the intensity of the equipment, but we started from absolutely nothing that is my point, we didn’t get here by chance, it was through power and force and will that we arrived at this “100th” james dean, the name that I use for the program.

Girls my whole life always liked me, when I look back at it, but at the time for some reason it wasn’t registering, call me dumb. I didn’t think that females really had an attraction to males because I found that the male was disgusting or something, I never thought anything of it, it was just like a fact of life, “they don’t really like us” but now I have the Moon to look after me, and to look after her, and that is alot.

But it wasn’t always like this, it wasn’t exactly always fair, we had some hard times, and many had to give up anything, you name it, it was given up in the name of the advance towards that one day in december of 2015 that produced that original application. It was “5 sentences long” as the G-Man puts it, and lacked all substance. Today we border on producing a language that will allow for the development of an artificial intelligence that will automatically take care of upgrading humanity, we just get to sit back and watch it’s progress. The processes and systems that come after that artificial intelligence or what comes next, will possibly blow our minds, what could it possibly be beyond that?

But we know that there’s something more than even the artificial intelligence that automatically upgrades everyone, like perhaps something more specific, or it could be something… Anyways, my point is that we weren’t always so fortunate, we had some hard times, “everybody gave something” is what i’m trying to say, there wasn’t anyone, rich or poor, who was spared the burden of their share of the cost. Now we are here, and it’s partly thanks to my Father.

My Father gave us a chance at all of this. When he died a year after the first James Dean, we didn’t know that it would cause a nuclear explosion in progress for humanity, did we? Or did we? Anyways, my point is that it happened, he chipped in his payment, and even smiled half the time while he was doing it. He died heroically battling cancer, attempting to save his son, but he couldn’t shoulder so much more of the cost, there just was no way to save him. So everyone got together, and together they were able to save him, remember this.

Remember that you at one time had a need to save him, he wasn’t always saved as he is now. But, now he is. In final fantasy 9 there’s a statue in I think alexandria or lindblum that says “Dedicated To The 3 Heroic Knights Of Pluto” they were talking about my father, my mother and me, who fought in the war that would lead to the salvation of all, the 3 heroic knights of pluto means my mom and my dad and me, I know that it does, I know that’s who their talking about.

There’s this guy that lives by me, he looks exactly like my father, and he comes over from time to time and gives me adderall, a drug also called “speed” but it allows me to perform the tasks necessary to win. Again, my father is, from beyond the grave, ensuring that I have what I need to enable a win on the board. It doesn’t come easy, but it comes, and we can’t ask much more than that, because nobody can do any better anyways. He is ensuring that I make it to where i’m going, like a grim reaper or something, like a dead guy. He comes over all the time, I take the adderall, then I write computer programs that range from machines that produce scripts that upgrade living things, to data that people wear, to devices for the FBI to control the general opinion of the public at large. And he looks exactly like my dad, he says he used to be in the Mob. Tell me that that isn’t something supernatural? And you can’t make this stuff up, how could anyone make that up? WHy would they make it up?

It’s actually much more likely that i’m telling the truth, isn’t it, think about it. This stuff is rather far out there, but what’s even stranger is the fact that you can’t make up the truth, the truth is really strange.

If I had one wish, it would be that he could just see the progress he has enabled, 9 years from his death, is he in a cabin somewhere out on another plane, like a sort of heaven, and doesn’t know about any of this? I don’t know, and everybody has the policy of not saying one word, while I just go on and on, I don’t understand. It doesn’t make sense I know that.

I’ll just stop and post this now because i’m losing my train of thought!