A Proposal to help Null escape the confines of the flesh

[Laburnum]

Twenty-FUCKING-twenty four. Null was supposed to be on a starship by now, conversing with intelligent robots, deciding what sort of body he'd like to upload his immortal consciousness to. Instead we're all still on this fucking rock, wondering how to placate the A&N posters.

 

[Daddy's Angry Juice]

For our dear feeder's sustenance, a direct feeding method of banana peppers should be prototyped. A good start may be a hopper directly above the head tank to fish feed him.

Yeah but then it would be another 2 months of R&D to make a Franks Red Hot attachment, and we're on a budget here.

Does it run on double A.

It runs several thousand of those watch batteries that no store has.

If I could change the world...

I would suck your penis.

 

[ElHijodeDeficienciaCogni]

Needs rocketskates

 

[Cat tit bingo]

Does he have any traditional digits since 90 percent of his life involved typing or will you just put a keyboard in his head chamber and he uses his tongue? That's my only note I have every thing else is perfect.

 

[FrickleMyPickle]

Needs a racing stripe.

 

[Daddy's Angry Juice]

Does he have any traditional digits since 90 percent of his life involved typing or will you just put a keyboard in his head chamber and he uses his tongue? That's my only note I have every thing else is perfect.

He thinks what he types, every thought is absolute so saith the Emperor, so saith me.

 

[not william stenchever]

It was foretold that Null shall become the servers. Then our shitposts will become of his body and the energy expenditure to make those shitposts will be of his blood.