Those bazinga rubes keep reading the tea leaves, watching the birds in the sky, and throwing the bones waiting for a sign of the imminent coming of the robot god.
They've been doing this at least since their predecessors called themselves "Extropians" in the 90s.
Those bazinga rubes keep reading the tea leaves, watching the birds in the sky, and throwing the bones waiting for a sign of the imminent coming of the robot god.
They've been doing this at least since their predecessors called themselves "Extropians" in the 90s.
Comrade, I'm so glad you're back.
Your gate for techbro/reddit "culture" is so pure and no one on this site does it better.