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Zeitpunkt              Nutzer    Delta   Tröts        TNR     Titel                     Version  maxTL
Mi 03.07.2024 00:00:56   174.366     +30    8.405.585    48,2 mas.to                    4.2.9      500
Di 02.07.2024 00:02:16   174.336     +24    8.395.966    48,2 mas.to                    4.2.9      500
Mo 01.07.2024 00:00:40   174.312     +16    8.385.949    48,1 mas.to                    4.2.9      500
So 30.06.2024 00:00:21   174.296     +33    8.377.804    48,1 mas.to                    4.2.9      500
Sa 29.06.2024 00:03:03   174.263     +39    8.368.240    48,0 mas.to                    4.2.9      500
Fr 28.06.2024 00:04:37   174.224     +24    8.358.392    48,0 mas.to                    4.2.9      500
Do 27.06.2024 00:00:01   174.200     +19    8.350.507    47,9 mas.to                    4.2.9      500
Mi 26.06.2024 00:00:16   174.181     +48    8.340.763    47,9 mas.to                    4.2.9      500
Di 25.06.2024 00:00:22   174.133     +35    8.330.683    47,8 mas.to                    4.2.9      500
Mo 24.06.2024 00:00:03   174.098       0    8.321.040    47,8 mas.to                    4.2.9      500

Mi 03.07.2024 23:02

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Encased it in foam, clear-wrapped him up Duct-taped, & mailed after blessing good luck. He actually sits on my desk to this day. If you drop me a line, I'll send it his way. Now from years of playing with this machine I feel quite just like him, mechanically clean - Tubes, capacitors, circuits and wires I just can't be human. I bring them such ires. (I hope you don't think I didn't try hard enough-- Uh, sorry. You can, I guess. I won't rebuff.) And, Not to go on a tangent again now, you see I just can't feel human when I look at TV. When I think of the things they did to me-- . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . You know... Never mind. I don't feel much of anything! Because, after all, I am a machine. If you smash my things, I'll just clean it up & please don't involve me with humanity stuff. I never was like you. Don't wait for me. I'm content just being with my CRT.

Encased it in foam, clear-wrapped him up Duct-taped, & mailed after blessing good luck. He actually sits on my desk to this day. If you drop me a line, I'll send it his way. Now from years of playing with this machine I feel quite just like him, mechanically clean - Tubes, capacitors, circuits and wires I just can't be human. I bring them such ires. (I hope you don't think I didn't try hard enough-- Uh, sorry. You can, I guess. I won't rebuff.) And, Not to go on a tangent again now, you see I just can't feel human when I look at TV. When I think of the things they did to me-- . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . You know... Never mind. I don't feel much of anything! Because, after all, I am a machine. If you smash my things, I'll just clean it up & please don't involve me with humanity stuff. I never was like you. Don't wait for me. I'm content just being with my CRT.

me, a disc-rotted automaton. take the disc out of the jewel case, put it in the console. it reads, for a while, but jarrs at one part. take it out, clean it up, hold it to the light before putting it back into the system. watch the sunbeams pierce through the thin aluminum of my memory. that disc has undergone a chemical reaction from being exposed to oxygen. it's full of holes. it's typical to think that being converted grants immortality, but in most analog cases you're only immortal because you were never alive in the first place.

me, a disc-rotted automaton. take the disc out of the jewel case, put it in the console. it reads, for a while, but jarrs at one part. take it out, clean it up, hold it to the light before putting it back into the system. watch the sunbeams pierce through the thin aluminum of my memory. that disc has undergone a chemical reaction from being exposed to oxygen. it's full of holes. it's typical to think that being converted grants immortality, but in most analog cases you're only immortal because you were never alive in the first place.

You'd be wrong sir, this here is called the e-waste Knew a fella in IT and ain't it a disgrace They throwin' machines away just cuz they don't got the space!

You'd be wrong sir, this here is called the e-waste Knew a fella in IT and ain't it a disgrace They throwin' machines away just cuz they don't got the space!

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