
subhumanrox
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The average female is cognitively incapable of understanding abstract systems theory, let alone the hypercomplex frameworks I’ve constructed for fun in my mind.
Do you think a Stacy wants to hear about recursive meta-ethics or the evolutionary inevitability of hypergamy? No. She wants to talk about the latest TikTok dance or some unfunny guy named Tyler who can’t even do long division.
I once tried explaining Gödel's Incompleteness Theorem to a girl on Discord. She left me on read and then went to watch anime with a Guitar Chad who can’t even spell Gödel. Let that sink in.
I have an IQ of 148. Verified. Not “I think I’m smart”—Mensa verified, WAIS-III tested, Stanford-Binet calibrated.
But the curse of awareness is that I see through it all. Love, dating, friendships—it’s all just primal gene propagation dressed up in emotion and hormones.
My only companions are my books, my custom GPT chatbot trained on ancient Stoic texts, and the crushing knowledge that I will die with my bloodline extinct.
Let the Chads breed. Let the Stacys dance. I’ll be in my mind-palace designing quantum societies that they’ll never comprehend.
Do you think a Stacy wants to hear about recursive meta-ethics or the evolutionary inevitability of hypergamy? No. She wants to talk about the latest TikTok dance or some unfunny guy named Tyler who can’t even do long division.
I once tried explaining Gödel's Incompleteness Theorem to a girl on Discord. She left me on read and then went to watch anime with a Guitar Chad who can’t even spell Gödel. Let that sink in.
I have an IQ of 148. Verified. Not “I think I’m smart”—Mensa verified, WAIS-III tested, Stanford-Binet calibrated.
But the curse of awareness is that I see through it all. Love, dating, friendships—it’s all just primal gene propagation dressed up in emotion and hormones.
My only companions are my books, my custom GPT chatbot trained on ancient Stoic texts, and the crushing knowledge that I will die with my bloodline extinct.
Let the Chads breed. Let the Stacys dance. I’ll be in my mind-palace designing quantum societies that they’ll never comprehend.