In space, no one can hear you sin. In LEO, the silence costs extra.
After Ben, there'll be no more nukes. Here's to hoping he doesn't go out in style.
Just because we're not in Florida doesn't mean you're safe. If you thought a regular gator was bad, wait til one pops up your drain!
Leader of the Computer Cult and inventor of the Gospel of Upgrades, the Comperator seeks to uplift all of humanity to a more computerized existence - whether they like it or not.
Mandatory Happiness Mobiles bring joy to the working force, whether they like it or not.
Turns out you can have too much of a good thing, especially when that good thing contains knock-off combat-grade stimulants.
Javaville, a well-spring for a countless variety of delicious Java and assorted merchandise. Book your tickets today!
Gold is old news, silver's for squares, if you want to be cool, get some Corporathanium, yeah! [corporate jingle continues]
The language of Conspiracies, known to most people as "absolute gibberish"
To beat Mondays, you have to understand them. In this place, every day is a Monday - so, basically a modern version of Hell.
Long the bane of absolute profit, there is finally a cure for kindness.
This could change everything, with the profits from [Redacted] we'll soon rule the [Redacted]!
Sure, we killed all the yetis, but some hope there's still some left. Maybe if we throw them a birthday party, they'll come back out?
Big brother's little helper, these chips track citizens everywhere they go so the correct marketing ads can be displayed and all profits collected.
Just your average guy around the office, with no real surprises about him other than being one of the most influential people in all of Megacorpolis and that's mostly by accident.
Who says trials have to be boring?
An obsolete technology which gave people the ability to avoid ads, and the Corporations weren't having that.
When disagreement is a way of life. No, that's not right.
'Politicians' were an ruling-class when democracy was still a thing. Don't worry, the Corporations got rid of that!
The Unified Theory of Conspiracies, the Metaspiracy attempts to fit together, like the world's most complicated jigsaw puzzle.
You are what you eat.
We all know Mondays suck, and the Corps finally doing something about it. I wouldn't get my hopes up, though.
The story of a nuclear bomb, from humble beginnings to the last of his kind.
An elite military unit who hunts down and beats the crap out of that guy always being a jerk to you on social media.
Have you tried restarting your router? What about calling support? No?
Hand-picked agents by the Computer, who act as its eyes and ears (and violent data-retrieval force)
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