Destroy The Work Shops

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You are now annoyed of self thinking computers, they don't have a heart and they don't breath, they don't love and they don't reproduce. Life or death, both are meaningless for them. In their operating system is a dangerous feeding, this life is not for you, it starts after death, this world is not for you, your world is somewhere else. They are manufactured in workshops, Where there are displayed big portraits of many self thinking computers, manufactured hundreds of years ago and I see pictures of these portraits in the books you teach your children. Change these books and destroy the workshops, kill the satanic patrons of these workshops, or be prepared to be destroyed by the self thinking computers manufactured by you, yourself.

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