It was 3am as here. I lucid dreamed myself waiting in a generic federal government building. Next to the metal detectors and large windows. I waited there like I wanted a job in the 1950s, without cigarette butts next to my shoes. A bunch of mentally disabled analysts from the past showed up to hand me a package of comics and newspapers they censored. They were black and trained to ask fake questions about sports to throw me off.
I flipped through the censored material and I was revised from being a lovely cloned spy and turned into the Terminator, demanding information by code tuned as a form of surreal mind control.
I know your "best" analysts are retarded. How do you get them to write anything meaningful?
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I am Ra. This entity is not able to use the internet soon. :)
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I am tired of all the mentally disabled analysts averaging towards literal nonsense. There is not a single case manager allowed over my files. The people you send on the field will be clueless. You cannot win a war this war.
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I am Ra. This entity is going to be hailed to know that we do not hire any form of agent for our work. :)
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Imagine that? You build an intelligence agency with only mentally disabled people so only a few people actually know anything.
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I am an unnamed entity. This channel is not able to understand what power is. :)