opnet [OpNet] So here I am, introducing myself. Big fucking deal.

[Machina]

I don't know how this is usually done, so I'll just throw it down and be fucking done with it.

My gay little codename, the one you can all call me by, is 'Machina'. That name used to mean something. Some of you may have heard it, if you've managed to crawl out of your swirling toilets of hedonistic excess and strong drink long enough to take a look at some of the people who work behind the scenes. The ones who watch the watchers. That was me, for a long time. But not anymore, and the reasons for that are my own, so don't fucking ask. Speaking of which, don't fucking ask why I'm here, either, 'cause I don't really fucking know. The last thing I want is to join the little group jerk-off off Titan Class egos, but I'm tired of having nobody to talk to, and as much as I wish I could say otherwise, normal people just don't do it for me anymore. So here I am, playing with the big boys. I tried hitting Ibiza and shit like that for awhile, but fuck it, if I wanted to party, I'd party on my own. Less competition. I don't want to fucking party, I want to fucking talk, so that means I have to sign on to this little wank-fest and wrestle with some aberrant-level brains. It's all I've got left.

I fucking hate you all and I hate what I've become. I hate that I can't relate to normal people anymore and I hate that being a fucking aberrant freak cost me the only thing I enjoyed in this miserable fucking life of mine.

But this is the only recourse I have left.

[Zed]

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I don't know how this is usually done, so I'll just throw it down and be fucking done with it.

My gay little codename, the one you can all call me by, is 'Machina'. That name used to mean something. Some of you may have heard it, if you've managed to crawl out of your swirling toilets of hedonistic excess and strong drink long enough to take a look at some of the people who work behind the scenes. The ones who watch the watchers. That was me, for a long time. But not anymore, and the reasons for that are my own, so don't fucking ask. Speaking of which, don't fucking ask why I'm here, either, 'cause I don't really fucking know. The last thing I want is to join the little group jerk-off off Titan Class egos, but I'm tired of having nobody to talk to, and as much as I wish I could say otherwise, normal people just don't do it for me anymore. So here I am, playing with the big boys. I tried hitting Ibiza and shit like that for awhile, but fuck it, if I wanted to party, I'd party on my own. Less competition. I don't want to fucking party, I want to fucking talk, so that means I have to sign on to this little wank-fest and wrestle with some aberrant-level brains. It's all I've got left.

Ooooo, so angry. Watch my show, you'll feel much better.

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I fucking hate you all and I hate what I've become. I hate that I can't relate to normal people anymore and I hate that being a fucking aberrant freak cost me the only thing I enjoyed in this miserable fucking life of mine.

But this is the only recourse I have left.

Now you're just asking all the Terats on the boards to talk you down. Do yourself a favor, admit you're scared and just want somebody to hold.

PS: You'd be much easier to take seriously if you weren't so damned cliche.

[Machina]

I've watched your show, you fucking mutant. Better yet, I've seen your file. Harmless twat.

As if you've got any basis to preach on being taken seriously. You think I'm cliche? I liked you better when you were green and Jim Carrey played you, gimp.

[Zed]

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I've watched your show, you fucking mutant. Better yet, I've seen your file. Harmless twat.

Oh no, I've got a file! Harmless? Hardly.

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As if you've got any basis to preach on being taken seriously. You think I'm cliche? I liked you better when you were green and Jim Carrey played you, gimp.

Hee hee. But I'm not trying to be taken seriously. Judging by your angt-ridden boo hoo post you are. I can tell you're gonna be all sorts of fun.

[Sherazahde]

Yet another name conflict. We seem to be getting more of them.

The "other" Machina.

[Great Monster C]

I think someone needs a hug.

[Stigmata]

For someone who wants to talk, you make it hard for anyone to want to talk to you. Sheesh...

I'd be willing to give you the benefit of the doubt here Machi, so long as you stop being such an ass. Otherwise you're just another whiney bitch who wants attention and nobody likes a crybaby.

[Vox Via]

Stigmata, you should give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Machina has used his. So,please do not waste your time on him. I would hate to see your talents go to waste trying to get threw to someone who will not listen.

Machina, I am sure you had seen my file. Yes, I joined the Taragen in December of 2005. I did stop novas from fighting, and I still do so. But enough of me,let's talk about you. Why are you here if you do not wish to tell anything about yourself or learn from others? You seem to only wish to see how profane you can be.

[Machina]

Mad as hell, you twisted gallerium of tainted monstrosities? You bet your red, orange, blue and feathered asses. Why? Again, none of your fucking concern. I'm not here to play nice with the aberrants. This isn't "Remaining Novas Together". There are no coffee and cigarettes and name badges. I don't need a fucking support group, and I don't give a good goddamn if you like me as a sentient entity. I'm here to talk shop and to talk shop only, not to make friends.

I'll be the first to admit that I'm volatile and a sonofabitch. I'd be sorry if there was anything I can do about it. Or maybe I wouldn't. What does it matter? I'm alienated enough being a fucking tainted freak as I am, I shouldn't be all that surprised if the entirety of the species went tits up on me. The normal humans won't be bothered to deal with me because I'm a tainted abomination, and the freaks won't play nice because I'm an asshole. Boo fucking hoo.

'Machina' was the codename I worked under at my old job, and the name I used here because I have no interest in any of you knowing my real name. If the other Machina shows up here, she's welcome to the name. Until then, I think I'll keep on using it.

Oh, and here's some special attention for Vanguard;

I'm not interested in talking to you, you fucking peasant. Don't talk to me again.

[Stigmata]

Okay, so you don't want friends, I'll accept that. But please, spare us all your little drama of your self-loathing. It's pretty pathetic, not to mention demeaning. Dispense with the shop talking already then.

[Machina]

My forte is tech, the blacker the better, and that's something not many of you are going to grasp. Some of this will just start to interest me as I go along, I'm sure.

And I think the self-loathing is justified. Fucking hilarious that I should be chastised for my righteous self-hatred by one who opts to call herself 'Stigmata'. If I didn't know it for a goddamned fact already, I'd say fate had a considerable sense of irony.

[Stigmata]

Well, at least I've managed to amuse you. I didn't choose my name because I feel dirty or stained. But it sure beats the name mom gave me.

I'll not be joining in talk about tech. You're right, I wouldn't grasp it, and I don't care. It's not my field and it doesn't interest me.

[Machina]

Nothing wrong with that, she-who-bleeds-from-the-eyes. I realize that technology doesn't do it for everyone, and that not all of those people are wastes of blood, tissue and organs. Just most of them.

Alright, I'll make the formal bid for polite chatter; what does interest you?

[Stigmata]

See? Was that so hard? I knew you had it in you. Unfortunatly, my interests are of no real importance. Body art and music primarily. I'm trying to expand my horizons and all, but nothing has really held my attention long.

[Machina]

Tattoos, huh? I have a few. Probably nothing that would interest you. Very traditional stuff, sweetheart.

What about music? I'm no beast, I've got a pretty good chip collection. What're you playing these days?

[Stigmata]

Oh so now I'm sweetheart? feh...

You know, as much as I love to make my own music, I'm honestly not very good at it. So me and my harmonica tend to be heard only by me.

But as far as what I listen to, mostly I like the old stuff. There's a simplicity and raw feel to that you just don't hear anymore. Like Johnny Cash for starters, there just isn't a nova today that in my opinion can compare to him. Or Etta James, the soul of that woman just astounds me. I picked up some old Minor Threat records recently too, very good stuff.

Don't get me wrong, I like new music too. I saw Geryon's Daughter play a show in Chicago not to long ago, one of the best performances I've ever seen. Scorch, their vocalist has such an awesome stage presence, and her voice is so penetrating, I'm not sure if I left that concert the same person. Very intense.

ah, looks like I'm rambling.

[Jager]

Glad to meet you, Machina.

So, are you gay, or just your codename?

Stigmata ... man, Cash brings back some memories. I did some of my best work with DeVries with the Man in Black talking over my shoulder.

Geryon's Daughter ain't all that, though .

[Machina]

I don't know, Jag, you look pretty cute, what with your flowing blond tresses and big blue eyes. Gay or not, you want to suck my cock? My buddy Interceptor swears that if you shut your eyes, you can't tell the difference, anyway.

Well, Stig, you got my salute, for what little that may be worth. Now, anyone who isn't a mewling fucking savage is into Johnny Cash, but Minor Threat? You know, darlin', I grew up in DC during the early eighties, and bands like Minor Threat and Black Flag have a very dear place in my little heart. I still can't listen to 'My War' or 'Seeing Red' without getting all misty.

What do you like to work to? Me, I alternate between the aforementioned, some DK, Pistols, Clash, Fear, some obscure shit that nobody remembers, and more classical stuff, especially Beethoven. Fucking moving, is what it is. For a deaf Kraut, the man could fuckin' compose.

[Jager]

Well, I'm glad you have found a friend, Machina. I would hate to think of you baleful, angry, and alone.

Repressed feelings and fear are terrible things to live with. Good to see you are finally out of the closet.

[Interceptor]

"My buddy Interceptor swears that if you shut your eyes, you can't tell the difference, anyway."

DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING DARE CALL ME YOUR BUDDY AGAIN!

Hey that was kind of fun, I kind of see the attraction of why you're such an insufferable prick.

[Machina]

Sorry, you sexually-frustrated, antiquarian reprobate, I've got the market cornered on that particular brand of assholery. However, you feel free to keep up that closed-minded, ignorant, arrogant, dogmatic, preachy shit you've been up to. Catholicism looks good on a would-be leatherboy like you.

[Interceptor]

Get over yourself punk. What, did you get stuffed into lockers one too many times in high school by the cool kids?

"Now that I'm a Nova they'll all pay! And the rest of you losers, I'm way cooler than you! Now love me damn it!"

Bla bla bla. Boring.

[Machina]

Tell me something, Leather-Lad. Do you have one of those 'Personal Assisstants' who comes to your home and reads for you, since you're blind or retarded or whatever the fuck it is you are? I'm guessing you just sort of fling your feces at the screen when you come to a "perty wurd-thingee" that you'd like her to enunciate for you, which is the only reason I can think of for you to have not noticed, in your comings and goings about this forum, that I do not entirely enjoy being a nova. Make you pay, Leather-Lad? Through what means, precisely?

I don't need to be the smartest nova on the planet to dress you down, Sperminator. And frankly, laddy, I'm quite enjoying your hatred. It's adorable.

[Interceptor]

I don't hate anyone Machina. I just find your angst entirely too trite and incredibly boring. It's also very easy to rattle your cage, which is slightly amusing, but getting old pretty quick.

"I don't like being a Nova" yet you come here to seek out the conversation of other Novas. Wow, it must be because you're so much smarter than me that that doesn't make any sense other than that you're a pathetic poser. You have this big grudge against everyone and everything, unfortunately that's not depth and mystique, that's stupidity, and completely transparent. A complete cry for attention. Poor you.

Like I said, get over yourself. By the way it's not leather, it's Eufiber. But of course you knew that right? Please impress us some more. You could really surprise me if you could make a post without dropping f-bombs every which way. But hey, you're too cool for that too right?

Boring, boring, boring.

[H. 'Machine' Mann]

Hello.

As you may have guessed its a mixed pleasure to meet you, Machina.

If I may be so bold, and you're willing to do so for a stranger, what was it that so discomforted Geisha that day in Addis Abba? I gathered you didn't display the usual reaction to her charms, something that no doubt gave her pause, but her reaction was more extreme than simple insult.

It is of course merely curiosity on my part.

[Ian 'Very Bad' Blakely]

Machina, your bitchy tone of voice sounds familiar. Have we met?

[Machina]

Be careful which direction you turn that stern punum of yours in, Ian. You may be the hardest sonufabitch on the block, but the ability to lug Mt. Fuji between your shoulders isn't all that impressive, when you consider those kinds of talents run ten cents for twelve in the world of quantum anomalies.

But to answer your question, you little darling, I wouldn't say we've met, but we've been in proximity.

Chances are, if you work for DeVries, you probably own a few cheap plastic knockoffs of devices I designed. Ever have a little bit of stall cornering at mach speed on the Hermes model VH233-A Mk. II sled? That's because Anna DeVries is a mercenary cunt who values quantity over quality and gives too much ear to her husband, who is a respectable man and an accoplished soldier, but knows as much about hi-tech weaponry as a rabbit knows about hyrdoponic carrot gardening. If that airbrushed poodle spent as much time and energy hunting for superior gear for her soldiers as she did inspecting the men themselves between the sheets, the last thought your chum Hyde had might have been something other than "Hey, why isn't the Moxinoquantamine working?"

Well hey there, Mann, always good to meet a fellow engineer, if that in fact is what you are and not some aberrant John Merrick made out of living steel.

As for the Nip twat, she and I just had a little business disagreement. Maybe I'll tell you about it over shop sometime, if you're feeling bold.

[Ian 'Very Bad' Blakely]

Machinette, if I even thought for a second that you were half the crafter that Rachel is I'd be impressed.

[Ghostwriter]

Geisha is someone I happen to respect, mate. If you hate being a nova so much, get a nodectomy, alright?

[Machina]

You are fucking adorable, Ian. "Machinette"? No, no, I get it! It's funny, because you're calling my masculinity into question! That's fucking WITTY! No, no, I mean it! That's funny, because I'm a guy, but you're calling me a girl!! Where do you come up with your material, man!? I mean, that would be like me calling you "Very Sad" or something!

I like Rachel, Ian. She does quality work. But she is quite simply not as good as I am. It's a pill so bitter she's still trying to choke it down. If not for the supreme ego on that tart, I might've nailed her. I like feisty women, but Rachel's a whole different game. Bitch needs to learn that being second isn't so bad. And hey, if you don't believe me, feel free to tell her Choco and Rex send her love next time you see her. Ten will get you twenty her reaction won't be a pleasant one.

Oh, Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie. So charmingly naive. Of course you respect her, doll, that's what she does. Everyone likes her. It's not because she's genial and polite, though, 'cause sister, bitches like Geisha who know their place are common as dirt. The reason people like Geisha is because she's a fucking nova and that's what her fucking powers fucking do!!! She's a fucking whore, Ronnie, she's just so good that she doesn't have to fuck her Johns, most of the time.

Of all the people in the world, I alone can say that I have met her face-to-face and seen her for the shallow, transparent, disingenuous, manipulative sow that she is. Her shit may be hidden by good looks and a pretty smile, but I can still smell it just fine. The fact that you can't doesn't surprise me one fucking inch.

[Ghostwriter]

For someone who's so smart, you're surprisingly stupid, mate.

Of course that's what Geisha does. It is what she is. Geisha is the living embodiment of grace, beauty and charm, everything that a geisha is supposed to be. But I guess you're too wrapped up in your self-pitying state to realise that.

It's said that frequent use of obscenities show a lack of education. Brains don't always equal knowledge. You're living proof of it.

[Ian 'Very Bad' Blakely]

Second best?

Man, you are a laugh and a half aren't you?

[Machina]

Geisha is a manipulator. It's what she does. It's what she is. She uses people. She is a scheming tramp who exists only to further the agenda of the people sho sign her checks. If she's so fucking good, why couldn't she get through to a barbarian like me?

And boo fucking hoo, the saucy librarian pawn of Big Brother has called my intelligence into question. I don't know how I'll ever manage to rebuff such a grievous insult.

Oh, wait, I could just remember that the opinion of ANY member of the Grinning Reich means less than dick to me, and that -- oh, yes!! --

I DO NOT REQUIRE THE VALIDATION OF AN IMPOLITE SPECIAL-ED STUDENT TO FEEL GOOD ABOUT MYSELF!!

Anyone taking it up the ass for Der Fuhrer isn't that smart, Ronnie.

The Emperor may be naked, cute stuff, but at the end of the day, the Emperor is still the Emperor, and the fool is still a fool.

[Machina]

I didn't stutter, Ian. Second best. Always will be.

[Ghostwriter]

You know it's said that Einstein had the same form of autism as me? I guess you are either too stupid to appreciate it, or just a major jackass, if you quote from him without knowing that.

I guess a needle-dicked chimney like yourself wouldn't understand that, hmm?

And for your information, I don't need a half-wit to remind me I was a special-ed student at school.

[Singularity]

Leave Codex be, Machina. You might revel in being "brutal" or "raw," but you crossed a line. Drop it before you regret it.

[Archon]

I'm with ya Franklin.

[Machina]

So, wait, Ronnie, you're telling me you really were a special ed student?

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BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! That is fucking hilarious!! I mean, hell! I was just tweaking your nose! I had no idea you had Asperger's!!! Ohhh...whew. Lovey, I don't got nothing against you for that. I know full well that Uncle Al wasn't playing with a full boat, and I love him for that. You have to be a little mad to be as brilliant as that man was. Look at Tesla.

By the way, baby. Lay into me again, will you? It gets me hot. Don't leave me hangin', darling!! I needs me more lovin'! TALK PROUST TO ME, YOU REBELLIOUS LITTLE MINX!!!

[Ghostwriter]

I have an acquaintance by name of Charr. You and he sound twisted enough for each other. Why don't you go and mate?

[Machina]

You're letting me down, Ronnie. Don't you want to insult my intelligence and maybe speak ill of the size of my genitalia some more? Come on, where's that sultry bookworm I've grown to love?!