The future is happening sooner than expected, and I am having a taste [synchronicity] of it soon enough.
The game's name is Survivor of the Most Highly Adaptable, which is decided in a lab somewhere in time.
The Global Telepathy is working too well. I got people overlooking me while I was sleeping in the bedroom.
All these are shared visions, I supposed.
Let's say, if I want to put a pin on the timeline of human achievement. I will put it at 1988 more or less. The tail end of the Reagan Administration and interestingly when Nancy Reagan visited Lizzie's first posting.
That was the biggest sign from USA. Imagine, why would Nancy Reagan want to do that? That was as loud as it was supposed to be.
So, I am not just Anak Mas Gomen, I am Anak Mas the Allied Forces, HAHAHA. I mean, I figure[s] it out during the Viet[m]an War but I didn't realize I am the Truman Show all along! So you guys bee[d] (been) feeding me with the breadcrumbs? Is that how it works?
Hey, how come I am dead poor, huh? Where are those million-dollar contracts?
I'm done with all the tests. Now I want my fair share...
I want ass and cash, please.
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