12-02-2025, 10:21 PM
(12-02-2025, 10:12 PM)n9wiff Wrote: What if I join trade school, forge a few documents and start a quack plastic surgery centre in Istanbul. Offering far cheaper prices whilst stealing all of your clients because I can fix their botches?
What about that?
That's not possible.
Every time I operate on a patient, I put some of my own blood into them and we enter a kind of "blood pact."
They are beholden to me. I'm the Nosferatu of orthognathic and facial feminization surgery, as it were.
They have no choice but to remain telepathically tied to me. They will complain to me. They will sue me for malpractice. They will be countersued by me. And after I win every last court case, and I will win every last one, they still remain tied to me. They still beg me for more operations. I own them. A hundred of my "botched" creations walk the Earth--you call them Frankenstein, I call them Jupiter and Diana--and I defeated every last one in court.
Do not underestimate the power of theythem energy. It is the stuff of the cosmos. Dark matter, that mysterious 90% of the matter of the cosmos, is condemned to be forever misunderstood by scientists and their patriarchal equations, their chauvinistic, slavish adherence to the phallic laws of general relativity, as it is exactly what is invisible to them: the pulsating theythem energy of the universe, coextensive with the blood running through my veins, that remains a perceptual unknown to all except the enlightened enby, to whom it presents itself as a kind of aurora borealis.
