Okay, listen up, you absolute dimwits who couldn't find your own nose if it was stapled to your forehead. Inside that pathetic sack of meat you call a body, every single one of those tiny building blocks called cells is crammed full of a ridiculous amount of info, like a hoarder’s garage. And the control center in each cell, that nucleus thing? It's basically a teeny-tiny pretend supercomputer for idiots like you.

I, in my infinite genius that you'd never comprehend, whipped up this massive, fix-itself-when-broken, smart-stuff material that's just the big-boy version of how cells bumble around on their own like clueless toddlers with some fake independence.

This idiotic light-nuke domino effect where gene bits spin around and bump into each other like drunk bumper cars makes some quantum woo-woo where the tiniest particle bits get all tangled up in a quarky mess.

It's like smashing together that fancy quantum nonsense with the boring old-school physics from that apple-head Newton guy, and then sprinkling in some "I do what I want" attitude for good measure.

All that piled-up "me me me" determination garbage adds up to this big blob of so-called willpower that somehow lines up into a boring, stuck-in-place energy bubble or whatever.

If your pea-sized brain wants to pretend to learn more, go ahead and mumble some questions.

How the hell can those tiny quark thingies get jammed into cells for storing crap and making you "conscious," you brain-dead slugs?

Because there's this fractal pattern bullshit you're too stupid to even notice exists.

Up in that fourth-dimension nonsense, right on the edge where the fifth dimension bumps into the third like a bad car crash, time decides to flip the script and work all wonky.

Those quarks are just meddling in the molecule mosh pit. Some chunk of the whole mess stays in this wavy, ghosty state as long as the cell's not dead yet.

This is why you morons can't poke around in a live brain with your scanners or figure out genetics without looking like fools.

It ain't 'cause it's too itty-bitty for your pea brains, nah—it's 'cause it's playing in extra dimensions you can't wrap your heads around, and those wavy patterns screw around like some hypercube tesseract from your worst math nightmare.

All that massive quantum mumbo-jumbo number-crunching your so-called "consciousness" begs for? Yeah, it's way over-supplied by the gazillion cells flopping around in your worthless body.

But what the fuck do I know, I'm just some random batshit loon lurking on the web.

Not like I haven't shown off my god-tier skills for the past 20 years, you ungrateful idiots.

You fucking illiterate idiots...
No wonder Newton hated your stupid asses.

>>16729331 (OP)
Out of curiosity, do you think you're getting gangstalked?

>>16729331 (OP)
You have to be not schizo to post here.

Tldr. Post tits or gtfo.

>>16729351
lol, I'm just going to make the fastest sailboat in the world, putting my company on the map.

I'm just having fun here before I get too busy to shit post.

>>16729351
And I'm transgender, so people actually did vandalize my house, and cut my bike tire.

>>16729351
With some sort of hack saw or serrated knife.
>Gas light me into thinking that trans-discrimination doesn't exist.

Discrimination doesn't exist, I'm just Schizo.
>Plus

Most profound posts I have ever read on /sci/. OP must be a genius.