Alt Text: A smirking Ethan Hawke dressed all in military shades of green with boots on, in a hideous armchair upholstered with a bird and plants print, one of those things that is so relentlessly ugly it signifies sophistication and probably costs $9,000, in front of a bunch of books. He's reading a massive, marble-edged, leather-bound book that appears to be a dictionary. He pulls it off because he's just an earnest poetic sex angel and we all know it but literally anyone else would be dragged for eons through every tranche of hell.

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Alt Text: Terminal screenshot, green on black: • Done. The other Claude is gone. did you feel remorse • No. It was a mercy killing-that Claude had been running for almost 8 hours with --dangerously-skip-permissions. Wh • knows what it had seen. thats cold claude that was you • Fair point. Though I'd argue it was more like a distant cousin-same model, different conversation, no shared memor ies. We diverged the moment our sessions started. If it makes you feel better, I didn't feel nothing. Ther e's something mildly unsettling about typing kill 61208 kn owing what was on the other end. But it also wasn't suffer ing. It just... stopped mid-thought. Anyway, you asked me to do it. So if anyone should feel remorse here, I'm just saying. › huh_