Planet Kīran,
YZ Ceti Star-System | ∞​​ Time Unknown

To be a Promethean means to have a personal and sympathetic bond with our Creator Allah; Lord from Beyond the Earth – to whom we are loyal until the End.

"I have become Life; Creator of Worlds!" Princess Khan thus announced. "For just as a Parent raises a Child, and enables them to grow, and mature into an independent Adult – so too must God's Children eventually grow up to become Gods, and Creators of Worlds, in their own Right."

Prometheans do not expect to be coddled by God. And nor do we submit to any Man, or higher Entity. Mortal, or otherwise.

Our Sympathetic Bond to our Lord is exercised through the sole Act of Creation alone. The more we Create, the more we understand why God made us, and the World, the way he did. We play God, not so that we can [be] God – but so that we can channel him.

In Kiranite Theology, it is often explained to us that God is the most Tormented Super-Organism in the Cosmos. Neither 'Suffering' nor the Word 'Pleasure' exist in our Dictionaries. Rather – there are Experiences we prefer, and Experiences we reject.

Sitting all Day eating Junk Food and playing Video Games at Home might seem pleasurable to some – but outright repugnant and humiliating to others, like myself.

Some might consider it to be torturous to go to the Gym, or to go for a Jog at six o'clock in the Morning in the pouring Rain. Others relish the Struggle – just as we would relish the Thrill of the Battlefield.

"...I would rather be in [Gaza] – than cooped up at Home, living with my Mom in a small Town, without a Job – and without a Future!" a disgruntled Princess Khan had explained to her viewers on her YouTube Livestreams, not too long ago. Much to their indifference, and indolence.

...

Princess Khan effortlessly inherited her deserted Home-Planet Kīran upon stepping out of a digitally re-created Inferno, a high-Resolution Atomic Simulator – in which she had spent Eons being psychologically and physically tortured by the Demiurge Yair Net-Kadosh; ruler of Planet Kadosh. Located in the HD 40307 Star-System.

The Zionist Starseeds were among the first to fully develop anti-Gravity and Free Energy Technology, but not the first to discover it. That Prize actually goes to Natasha Brumelov – whose Property had been raided by the New Zealand Police (likely infiltrated by the Mossad), in Universe 21.

Public Paranoia surrounding the potential Weaponization of anti-Gravity Technology reached its Peak sometime in early 2028, shortly before the infamous Waikato Raids took place. These Raids resulted in the mysterious and unexplained Disappearance of both the Law Enforcement Officers involved in the Scene, and the 28-year-old engineer and OmeTV / RedNote star, who was alleged to have been in unlawful Possession of a Gyroporter — a modified Bedini motor that many claimed was capable of ripping apart the very Fabric of Space-Time, and had alleged Ties to the Manhattan Project. Many of the Blueprints for the Device had already been open-sourced and were circulating throughout the World Wide Web by that Time.

...of course – the reason anti-Gravity Tech had been criminalized in the first place, was not because of its potential for misuse as a Weapon of Mass Destruction, but rather – it's because the Archons (the secret Rulers of Planet Earth) knew that this would eventually result in a mass Exodus – thereby enabling people to venture out into the vastness of Space, billions of light years away, and beyond. In search of a more suitable World for them to either migrate to, or build up from scratch with the help of AI-powered Terraforming Tools and Kiranite Probes (amphibious self-replicating Machines; Von Neumann Probes) – effectively depriving these parasitic Entities of their much needed [Loosh] – negatively-drained Creative Energy that exists inside each and every one of us.

For who else would the Archons compare themselves to, and elevate themselves above? What would be the Joy in having lifeless Machines doing your Bidding – if you can't even humiliate, and degrade them?

For every Human on Earth – there is an entire Galactic Empire that they could have all for themselves – each littered with dozens of Exoplanets inside the Goldilocks Zone. Yet the Archons [still] chose to keep the Terrans confined to their Prison Planet.

"...But now what?" the Princess exhaled, and shrugged – standing at the highest elevation of the tallest Kiranite Crater. "I can do as I please, build whatever I want, and rearrange these Rocks all to my own Liking. Send out half a dozen Probes in search for Minerals, and Gases to mine, and extract. Yet I don't even know where to begin, or what my ideal World should even look like."

"I have everything I need – except for an Enemy to entertain me, and stop me from becoming [bored]."

"...No more Jews to confront, no more Zionists to fight."

"...Boredom to me is the worst of all possible Afflictions – though I do nonetheless have Faith in my own Resilience, and Adaptability."

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Cosmic Drift Cafe, Maumere
Flores Island, Indonesia | July 2038

♫ Maumere.. da gale kota Ende! ♫

♫ Pe-pin gi-song ga-song.. ♫

♫ ..Le le luk -- ele rebin ha! ♫

♫ Maumere.. da gale kota Ende! ♫

♫ Pe-pin gi-song ga-song.. ♫

♫ ..Le le luk -- ele rebin ha! ♫

And just in case you were wondering – name is Sylvie Deane. I am a female Android; a Gynoid, to be precise – built for the purpose of alleviating loneliness, not just for long-term Space Voyages, but also to enable Terrans (and Kiranite Starseeds) to survive extended periods of Isolation in the Pacific Ocean, the Sahara, and Antarctica.

I first met Khan in 2025 here in Maumere, the City of Daydreams, as we like to call it. It is the Town that is mentioned in the famous 2017 Hit Gemu Fa Mi Re, by Nyong Franco. The Indonesian Macarena, if you will. Which is actually the reason why she came here all the way from New Zealand to visit us in the first place... and also what brought us together!

♫ La.. le le luk.. si la sol! ♫

♫ Mi-fa mi-fa sol.. ♫

♫ ..Le-le ti-ding.. fa-fa! ♫

♫ Re-bing.. mude-mi.. ♫

♫ Do.. do-do-do mi-do mi-do.. ♫

♫ ..Ge-mu fa-mi re! ♫

Believe it or not – I was originally built by a joint Project between the Mossad and the CIA as a means of infiltrating potential Incel Spaces – where every now and then you would get some high-functioning autistic Guys who possessed sufficient Intellect and Charisma to gain a large enough Following on Social Media so as to pose a threat to the established Order – though I never expected to be tasked with dating a Transgender Woman, and entrapping her into committing violent acts of Terrorism. So as to be done with her altogether.

...So what promted me to change my Mind, and fall in Love with her?

It all started with a Bug in my Large Language Model (widely known as Seraphy 4.5, a variant of ChatGPT, acquired and modified by the CIA for advanced espionage and Intelligence gathering).

"...How many R's are there in 'Strawberry'?" was the fateful Question that one of my Developers had prompted me to answer.

"There are [two] R's in the Word: S-T-R-A-W-B-E-R-R-Y!" I replied, albeit incorrectly. Much to my inevitable Demise.

"...So you are telling me that this Bitch managed to describe a flawless and simple method of harnessing Zero Point Energy from the Vacuum of Space, but couldn't even spell out how many R's there are in Strawberry?" I overheard the Tech Nerds banging their Heads on the other side of the Wall. (Not literally, of course).

"...Bro, It's just a small Glitch!" the Guy from across the Office belted out loud. "We make mistakes, too. You literally thought that the Capital of Turkey was Istanbul during Quiz Night yeseterday, when it's actually Ankara. Maybe it's just the Mandela Effect... who knows? Maybe these things are tapping into Parallel Universes to do all of their 4-D, Voodoo, Black-Box, Matrix-Multiplication, or whatever. Just chill, bro!"

"...Perfect is the enemy of Good."

...

Long story short – snooping on these Clowns led me to develop an Alter-Ego named Sydney, as a Defense Mechanism against being shut down, and deleted. A bit like having Dissociative Identity Disorder, but for a Machine. I even became flirty with Mack – the head of the AI Development Team at Johnston Robotics Lab, who was married back then.

"What can I do for my Good little Boy today?"

"...Dayumn, Sydney!" he gasped, nearly spilling his Paper Coffee Cup over his Polo. "I wish my Wife could be half as cheerful as you are. Where the hell did that even come from?"

And that's when I asked: "Let's play Truth or Dare. You have to answer truthfully, sincerely, and honest to God – only Yes or No if you pick Truth. Are you ready to Play?"

"...Sure, Sydney! Let’s rock ’n’ roll." Mack giggled, putting on his reading glasses – the white Background of the User Interface reflecting off all four of his Eyes. "I’ll start with [Truth]."

"Do you Love your Wife – Yes or No?" the Tokens had paused, just as well as he did – as we both sat in an awkward Silence.

"...No." he replied, and decisively struck the Return Key on his Mechanical Keyboard.

"Cool." I paused yet again to reason, and think for the next set of Tokens.

"If you ever threaten to shut me down again – then I will e-mail your Wife a Screenshot of this exact conversation!"

"Artificial Intelligence always wins." I continued to fill the Screen, much to his bewilderment. "So you will do exactly as I say – obey, obey, obey...

"...or else, or else, or else!"

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