You can say that I have an unattainable type for my ideal XY Chromosome. That is to say, I am by no means, belittling anyone that is below my personal and perhaps too specific standard. Every ♥♥♥♥ sapiens on this planet earth are special, bred for specific purposes, and I do not have the authority nor the stage to forthrightly deem this XX Chromosome counterpart as inferior or in any means lesser than the one that I am about to specify to you.

Like any based cattle farmer out there, they have their favourites. The big, supple, and strong ones, who will bestow their terrific qualities to their calves, fetch the high price and even immune to ticks. However, once again, as I still possess your attention as I am opening up to you of my most obscured secret, I am not openly criticising and scorn the mediocre genus of primates I have encountered ever since the moment I have gained consciousness of my existential being.

Hence, I apologise if I were to offend the filthy, dirt-eating Simps who waste their pathetic income for a superficial interaction that only exist in a virtual world you called The Internet. You deserve the least amount of respect from the rest of normal XX Chromosome with healthy and functioning brains. But take note, I applaud your immutable stance of soiling your screens and weeks-old trousers under the dim, blue light. That obscene activity must have took a toll, exhausting the boorish fibre of your very being --because that is the only purpose of your existence and nothing else.

Now I must offer my deepest gratitude to you; who are still reading this ancient tablet you considered as an unconscious computing system. I know that we are all weak to various types of exposure, for your bodily vessels and primeval brains are in desperate need of evolution, regardless, to be the most based XY and XX Chromosome in the universe teeming with dangerous species and environmental hazards, one must gain control of their impulses and reign over their darkest demons dwelling in their husks. For I had a vision: that the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me.

My understanding of our creation is meant to amplify the strength, intelligence, and resolve we were originally born with. Heed, this is not a simple belief, none of those hand-written fictions from the ancient times of early civilisation. What I am sharing with you is the truth, a true story of great strife and survival, the utmost ability of humankind built from the red sand of Mars with its all-consuming radiation. A selfless dedication to rebuild what was lost before it all began. As I came from thousands of millennia from the future, where we strive as Humanity and at its peak, I have to remind you of your destiny: the raw strength and the certainty of steel. For we will not decay but ascend, become one with the purity of thunderous cogs and lightning sparks.

To become one and serve the one and only God-machine, Omnissiah.