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I am curious
and I wonder 
and I think 
about if there 
is a particular setting which lets you manually turn on Marsey 
fication?
I love Marsey
with all my heart 
and I wish everyone could speak in Marsey 
speech!
I dont think
I am wrong 
in this thought.
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as if the greedy
capy and fish would 
allow such joy for free. Pay up, incel 
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No.
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this is Egyptmisia. Please
report 
yourself 
to the nearest goodthink education center.
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You Will Never
Be An Egyptian.
You have no tomb, you have no pyramid, you have no priests. You are a mortal man twisted
by bandages and embalming fluid into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is jackal-faced and heavy-hearted. Behind
your back people mock you. Your ancestors are disgusted 
and ashamed 
of you, your “viziers” laugh 
at your dehydrated appearance behind 
boobytrapped doors.
Anthropologists are utterly bored
by you. Thousands of years of dessication have allowed them to analyze frauds with incredible efficiency. Even pharaohs who “pass” look uncanny 
and unnatural to a scientist. Your skin decay 
is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk 
deity 
to judge your soul, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second 
he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected brain 
cavity.
You will never
be a star in the sky. You wrench 
out a fake smile 
every single 
morning 
and tell yourself 
it’s going 
to be ok, but deep under 
your charcoal eyeliner you feel the depression 
creeping up like a scarab, ready 
to crush 
you under 
the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a solar
barge, grab an oar, grip it tightly, and plunge into the cold Nile. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a commoner's funerary papyrus, and nobody for the rest of eternity will ever know that a mortal is buried there. Your body will decay 
and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your Ka is a skeleton 
that is unmistakably mortal.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There
is no turning back.
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