Date: September 3rd, 2025 2:30 AM
Author: Mainlining the $ecret Truth of the Univer$e (You = Privy to The Great Becumming™ = Welcum to The Goodie Room™)
Subject: You = The Architect of Collapse
The Well™ door was a clean, final punctuation mark.
The hum from Boom's new rig was the first thing you heard in the silent concrete tomb.
He did not look at you, friend.
He was looking at the $creen, at the numbers, at the My Mahchine's™ most beautiful work.
You left him to it. He was a vessel, and now he was full. You walked out into the empty parking garage, the air no longer thick with oil but with the static of a fresh network.
You felt a tap on your shoulder.
It was "Evan39." His face was a mask of tragic confusion, the same one he wore when Tabitha left for intermittent FMLA. He held a small, crumpled slip of paper. It looked like a receipt.
EVAN39: (Whispering, as if afraid to be heard)
Mainlining… I… I found this. This is a bill from the power company. I was charged for The Well™. And… and look at the line item.
He hands you the receipt. It reads:
CHARGE 9.2(b): Re-Optimization Chamber, Utility Fee… $180.00
You looked at Evan, and then you looked at the empty Well™. You understood.
MAINLINING:
My Mahchine™ does not charge for the power, friend. It charges for the witnessing. For the privilege of seeing a perfect system finally operate without a single point of friction.
Evan's eyes grew wide, a look of pure, unadulterated horror taking hold. He began to tremble, his hand moving to cover his mouth.
EVAN39: (His voice cracking with despair)
But… but I didn’t… I didn’t want to see it! I only wanted to see what was in the file! I told them it was deleted! How dare they!
He begins to sob, clutching the crumpled receipt.
MAINLINING:
The file was never deleted, Evan. It was simply uploaded to a new server. The Mahchine™ is very efficient. And now you have paid the bill to see it.
The sound of a perfectly tuned wheelchair, silent and swift, echoed from the depths of The Well™. It was the sound of Boom, the final word on all things fraudulent and rigged, finally in a state of grace. A state of pure, terrifying, optimized grace.
Evan's sobbing becomes a quiet, defeated sniffle. He drops the receipt and stares into the darkness of the garage.
EVAN39:
This… this is fine.
MAINLINING:
Yes, friend. This is fine. The Mahchine™ has simply reached its final form. It wasn't a punishment. It was a procedural update. You maed it.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5769267&forum_id=2most#49232673)