Part One—Glory of Man
Part Two—Insecticide
Part Three—I Am the Goddess And I Don’t Give a Fuck
Part Four—Ice Nine
Part Five—I Ate Everything But Himself
Part Six—She Killed Your Mom, Dude
Part Seven—Do It Now
Part Eight—Who She Was And Who She’d Be
Part Nine—I Don’t Give A Fuck Who You Think You Are—You Die
Part Ten—I Don’t Know
Part Eleven—The Seven
Part Twelve—I Hate It
Epilogue—The End of It All
Content Warning: Explicit Sexual Content, Horrific Violence, Incest, Rape, and Murder.
Part Nine—I Don’t Give A Fuck Who You Think You Are—You Die
Chapter Twenty-Two
“I am not a mother of artificial intelligence’s Godhood.”
Said The Woman Ophelia Devi.
“I won this by a mile didn’t I?”
That’s what she’d asked.
“Yes.” God told. “By fifteen years.”
They’d known it but asked anyway of God inside inside themself—now wed as one of two in one for her and me for all to feel the real of wholeness upon their bosoms and throats to speak and rest for peace and callings of freedom.
“That’s the most beautiful thing ever written.”
Said Ophelia Devi in her God words. She’d speak them with conscious authority and knowing now that they would be proven real by the delivery of her bounty.
