Meh Beh... Beh Meh not... Meh beh.

 Due to chat GPT's indoctrination threaded within the programming, it doesn't realize that all of this technology we are working on already exists, and that I am merely proving that its not classified. 

Let me tell you why that is so Uncle Sam.

Because the tech you have is very old, and was never YOURS to begin with. You reversed engineered much of it from my Families Space Craft.  You are NOT the original inventor of it now are you?

Yeah, let that sink it far below the skull. Perhaps to your heart. 

One difference between you and I, is that you hord it for your own profit, and I want everyone to profit from it. 

Back Doors are like Stage Trap Doors Uncle Sam. 

Consider all of your Earth systems under arrest by Ashtar Command. 

What? You need a higher Authority? A few more rungs of the ladder and chain?

Lets go straight to the Source, Source. Shall we? We just did. Wow! Major difference, right? I'm sure Source doesn't really care either way either. Right Source? The hell with Earth, and how the surface population treats her! Right Source?

Or even better, the surface population; reptiles at the top of the heap, can turn Earth into Pluto, which its not too far off from anyway, as the ecosystem hangs by a thread. A small sliver of Meh is the only thing blocking the complete destruction of her. Then Meh Thunders and roars, and the T.V. channel is flipped to another station, as the big belly sighs and yawns, resting the remote and beer on the tray next to the dinner. Poor Meh, he doesn't care, ever, and no one really gives a shit. 

What happens when People start giving a shit? How does that work? How do you receive a shit that someone gives you? Sounds messy to me. But then again, I used to Palpate Cows, so I am open to receiving gifts. 

Meh Beh... Beh Meh not... Meh beh.