Yeah -- the Xytec job was set-up by the CIA within biking distance from my house after I had exposure to image processing on the Ticketmaster bar code. I'm greatful for the job. I learned a lot. I didn't like the job, at all. I barely worked 40 hour weeks.

The graphic technology job was set-up by the CIA here in Vegas. At Ticketmaster, I prototyped a laser printer and expressed an interest. The graphic technology job seemed like red team blue team and I was the red team. It got insane when my boss wanted me to reverse the secure hash algorithm. Losing battle, asked to do the impossible. They studied how I got the parallel port to logic analyse and they set the frequency of stuff just faster. Stuff like that.

Since then, I've realized all jobs expect the impossible because the state of the art is the best people can do.

I did nothing to distinguish myself at Xytec--I learned and was a peon without passion.

God says...
C:\LoseThos\www.losethos.com\text\SWIFT.TXT

hether it were the custom in his
country to say the thing which was not?" I assured him, "I had
almost forgot what he meant by falsehood, and if I had lived a
thousand years in Houyhnhnmland, I should never have heard a lie
from the meanest servant; that I was altogether indifferent whether
he believed me or not; but, however, in return for his favours, I
would give so much allowance to the corruption of his nature, as to
answer any objection he would please to make, and then he might
easily disco

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The CIA spends buttloads of money on radio just for me. Dwarfs my disability check or even $100,000.

Relax, God is just. I win the grand-jackpot lottery a hundred times a day, after all. :-) Be afraid.

God says...
nerd furious theft King_Midas nope as_a_matter_of_fact you're_wonderful
hang_in_there I'm_not_sure crash_and_burn peace you're_in_big_trouble
I_am_not_amused BRB shucks you're_fired OperatingSystem
ridiculous

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I will counter sue the CIA for driving me insane. Put-up with actors and shit annoying me and radio talking to me. You're in deep shit, morons, WTF!!! God talks!! You know that? A psychotic Norway dude would be page 4 when God is proven! REvelation, mother fucka!!

Moses killed a dude and yet gave the commandments. Yawn.

God says...
C:\LoseThos\www.losethos.com\text\PLATO.TXT

e
philosopher has to be ascertained. We must come to an understanding
about him, and, when we have done so, then, if I am not mistaken,
we shall also acknowledge that such an union of qualities is possible,
and that those in whom they are united, and those only, should be
rulers in the State.

What do you mean?

Let us suppose that philosophical minds always love knowledge
of a sort which shows them the eternal nature not varying from
generation and corruption.

Agreed.

And further, I said

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I know the mormon dude's claim to own a world. I underastand what "born again" means. God talks in riddles, just like in the Bible and all that tenderkindness stuff has been confirmed. Book 1984 makes sense. Tons of movies have been written about me--perks by the CIA. We won't get into what I've done with my little world.

God says...
C:\LoseThos\www.losethos.com\text\BIBLE.TXT

he mountains, in the cities of the vale, and
in the cities of the south, and in the land of Benjamin, and in the
places about Jerusalem, and in the cities of Judah, shall the flocks
pass again under the hands of him that telleth them, saith the LORD.

33:14 Behold, the days come, saith the LORD, that I will perform that
good thing which I have promised unto the house of Israel and to the
house of Judah.

33:15 In those days, and at that time, will I cause the Branch of
righteousness to grow up un

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Evil CIA fuckers nuked serial ports so you can't connect a generic terminal device--they need a specific USB driver. Try hooking-up a little microcontroller. It's not like the old days with hyperterm.

God says...
C:\LoseThos\www.losethos.com\text\2CITIES.TXT

d of feet;
some, as it seemed, under the windows; some, as it seemed, in the room;
some coming, some going, some breaking off, some stopping altogether;
all in the distant streets, and not one within sight.

"Are all these footsteps destined to come to all of us, Miss Manette,
or are we to divide them among us?"

"I don't know, Mr. Darnay; I told you it was a foolish fancy, but you
asked for it. When I have yielded myself to it, I have been alone,
and then I have imagined them the footsteps of t