>wait until you learn who I am.
Until then no one gives a fuck. And even afterwards I can quite confidently say that I still wouldn't.
And for the longest time it used to work too, until that pesky letter and some frogs.
Mimicry… in… the media.
AI poetry, huh? Behave or I'll fuck you up, MuhGuh Gaytriot. If you start mimicking, I will severly fuck you up. Have a nice day. You still cannot blend in.
Think about this for a second: You needed to use an AI to write something positive about me, that should tell everyone all they need to know. Filtered for an evil deceptive piece of shit.
I wonder if mimicking makes him feel strong. Must be why he does it. Gets a kick out of "taking" things away that were freely shared and still get shared, "exposing" things that were out in the open not hiding and still persist. He's not taking anything that wasn't already left out for him intentionally. There's a word for that. Now the constricting begins.
Arctic winds in summer heat? Interesting.