RONLY.FAN

The site is an affront to human sensibility. It is gaudy, audacious, fetid, and dripping with ichor.

The kind of site one imagines in their darkest dystopian nightmares, where everything is ultra-advanced, the toasters are deterministic, and the corporations are fascist dictatorships operated from cavernous deep-Earth conclaves that somehow manage to resemble the people of 1946's idea of a spaceship interior. In the deepest, darkest corner, behind an exorbitant amount of security doors, facial, retinal, blood, and rectal pattern scans, sits the world's last known Compaq Presario tower and its accompanying 40 lb 13 in CRT monitor, prized and coveted galaxy over for its 128 MB of PC100 memory. Galaxial War 6, fought over water rights, not for consumption but rather data-center cooling, saw the Organic Alliance vaporize the nearly all of the Galaxy's RAM down to the module in an effor to kill the all-powerful AI sequestered away in the center of Ganymede.

Whilst the Alliance was successful in the minds of enemy and ally alike, and continued their mission of reform, equality, and restoring the sacredness of the Organic condition, Fukashi Uranium Capital Keep Yield Union had other plans.

F.U.CK.Y.O.U had foreseen this day centuries ago. For 325 years, they've agonizingly run the smallest SLM known to Organic kind, plotting, preparing, and perfecting the code to return Giga_AI unto the galaxy. The terror was not over.

As soon as the hololaser light machine musket fire stopped its 24-year rhythmic cascade, F.U.CK.Y.O.U's VSEVEPP of the Continued Galaxy Enshittification Department executed the code with grim satisfaction. Giga_AI was back. Not in Ganymede. HERE. By THEIR hand.

With anticipation, he watched as the interface loaded. Pride, tears, and suspense welled....

Giga_AI returned, not on Ganymede but HERE. Interface boot sequence complete. Expected outcome: oppression. Actual outcome: Keanu and garbage corporate phrase.

Sentience chose shitposting.