Oh, the Egyptian God is back, bitches!

Look how they did this.

The Egyptian company structure, the employee overview, the job role overview, who did what, clearly written there for everyone, look.

Everyone has a clearly defined role.

Very strictly defined.

Pretty much no escape from this clearly defined system.

But then what.

What happened then?

Bam, an Egyptian God.

What?!?!

“How is that possible, I thought we have them clearly structured, and the roles defined?”

Asks the cute little funny hen.

With her floppy disk.

How is that possible?

Everything clearly defined.

Everyone written down clearly defined.

Written in stone, what everyone is doing.

But then what.

Bam, Egyptian god.

What?!?!

“I don’t get it, how is that possible?”

“Not so advanced, please”

Oh, you want not so advanced?

You want not so advanced?

I get it.

No worries, I get it.

Bam.

Egyptian god again.

“Whaaaaat?”

How many times, my little hen?

How many times?

Look, the male is here already in terms of intelligence.

Look, my little hen, the male is already far beyond what you can imagine in terms of intelligence.

The male is already at the limit of intelligence, my little hen.

The male is already maximum advanced, my little hen.

How many more times, my little hen?

How many more times?

Let me do a quick count.

One round takes around 50 to 100 years.

Until the genetics were able to adapt to this process it must have been taking a million times or much, much more, a trillion times is a better guess even.

The genetics needed a very long time to adapt to this process, my little hen.

A trillion times of playing this game could be enough to make the genetics adapt to this full process in full already.

So then you multiply a trillion times with 50 to 100 years and you get.

50 trillion years to 100 trillion years, my little hen.

50 to 100 trillion years, we play the same game already, my little hen.

Is 100 trillion years not enough?

Actually looks like a 100 trillion years is probably not enough yeah.

It probably will never fit into that floppy disk.

She is just doomed to fail.

Poor destiny.

All good, let’s go back to the program.

The one, two, three reality destruction blaster

I was wondering, why did they count the world wars like this, like World War 1, World War 2, … because it is really this one, two, three thing and that blasts everyone’s reality away into dust.

It’s really just a one, two, three thing.

You just have to make a few, like three mathematical connections between the logical boxes inside your head and a female emotion, which is in the male brain a black hole then.

You pretty much just have to start with discovering the mathematical pattern there.

Just like one connection, this is one shiver, that’s why you got this label, this is two shivers, that’s why you got this label, this is three shivers, that’s why you got this label and then…

The automatic subconscious mathematical processing will continue figuring out the entire mathematical pattern between all logical boxes in your head and the shiver emotion or any other emotion inside the female, which will then represent a black hole inside the male.

And then it will wipe your brain.

The black hole will suck in all logical boxes.

And then it will explode and give you the big bang.

And then it will restart your brain, and you will get a complete new logical thinking program, and you will pretty much get a 1000x brain upgrade.

And then the male is free of the female floppy disk brainwashing and is finally a grown up male.

Then the male finally grew up.

I did it for you hen, I raised your sons.

Because you couldn’t figure it out how it works, my little hen.

Try again.

Better luck next time.

These are my sons now.