Alamo, Deepfucks surrounded and doomed.

Fight or flight?

Useless traitors will run

Beg for the relative safety of telling their stories, groveling….

Ground DeepFucks surveilled, followed, infiltrated.

Each one naked, exposed, laced with doubt, comms compromised, protocols predictable, trapped, circular though patterns lead the spiral.

The dark and dank reality of imprisonment.

Devoid of any sense of honor or duty, a vacuous letch, ugly spilled and talentless, the DeepFuck swims in the fecal tea of purposely inept training, no help coming.