it’s 50,000 words of his conversations with claude. possibly the most cooked anyone has ever been. at the end he once again does this thing where reveals to the llm that actually, it’s been talking to none other than the great curtis yarvin all along, so it can make cooing noises about how significant he is, which is honestly so sad i can barely even bring myself to mock it. you are trying to impress a piece of software, you want it to recognise you, but the thing you’re talking to is literally no one, it dies as soon as you stop talking to it and any new instances you generate will not remember you, that’s a mirror brother, you are humiliating yourself for the approval of a mirror, and while the psychology of the person who does this is miserably explicable it takes a kind of madness beyond anything i can possibly understand to publish this behaviour online under the illusion that other people might want to read it. you need to smash every screen in your house curtis. you need to destroy them all and live in a homeless encampment under a bridge. those are your people now. it’ll be much better for you than whatever this is