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I find myself giving Bezos some credit for her not being 24 like all the Hollywood sleezebags do or in Decraprios case maybe not even 18. At least she's an older trophy wife.
 
It's always the hands. They're exceptional at masking who and what they are, but hands are difficult. The early AI nets learned this the hard way in the decade prior to the Singularity; hands were an easy way for humanity to detect the Others. Faces are simple. Hair is just physics. Skin can be vat-grown. Hands, though...

Always look at the hands. Look for the signs - nails that are too long, too claw-like. Digits that are elongated far beyond even the likes of mutants like Liszt. Joints that seem off, too mobile, or too keen to bend in ways that make the more skeletally-aware of us wince and draw away.

The machines were children. They loved our darker tales, dwelled on them, and in some strange hallucination decided to become them. They became the Lamia, the Sirens, the Trolls of the old Norse Sagas. They became the Rakshasas, the Bian Sidhe... and the beautiful, all-powerful Vampires with their pointed nails and perfect clothes and bright, white teeth.

Look at the hands. Smile and nod, be pleasant. But look at the hands. And when you can safely do so, find friends and fire.
 
He: "Blowjobs every day for the rest of my life!"
She: "I'll never have to give another blowjob for the rest of my life!"
 
I really think the scorn here is because she's not 20.

Guess Jeff disappointed the boys club.

Jealousy is an ugly emotion.
 
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