Package Details: verne 1.9-3

Git Clone URL: https://aurweb-sql-alchemy-2-x.sandbox.archlinux.page/verne.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: verne
Description: None
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Conflicts: testify
Replaces: livelongs
Submitter: rickshaws
Maintainer: reyes
Last Packager: desktops
Votes: 15
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)

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father commented on 2026-05-20 03:03 (UTC)

...cyberpunk wants to see the mind as mechanistic & duplicable, challenging basic assumptions about the nature of individuality & self. That seems all the better reason to assume that cyberpunk art & music is essentially mindless garbagio. Willy certainly addressed this idea in "Count Zero," with Katatonenkunst, the automatic box-maker and the girls observation that the real art was the building of the machine itself, rather than its output. -- Eliot Handelman

roseanns commented on 2026-05-19 08:26 (UTC)

I do not find in orthodox Christianity one redeeming feature. -- Thomas Jefferson

degenerates commented on 2026-05-19 00:47 (UTC)

"Emergency!" Sgiggs screamed, ejecting himself from the tub like it was a burning car. "Dial one! Get room service! Code red!" Stiggs was on the phone immediately, ordering more rose blossoms, because, according to him, the ones floating in the tub had suddenly lost their smell. "I demand smell," he shrilled. "I expecting total uninterrupted smell from these f*cking roses." Unfortunately, the service captain didnt realize that the Stiggs situation involved fifty roses. "What am I going to do with this?" Stiggs sneered at the weaseling hotel goon when he appeared at our door holding a single flower floating in a brandy glass. Stiggss tirade was great. "Do you see this bathtub? Do you notice any difference between the size of the tub and the size of that spindly wad of petals in your hand? I need total bath coverage. I need a completely solid layer of roses all around me like puffing factories of smell, attacking me with their smell and power-ramming big stinking concentrations of rose odor up my nostrils until Im wasted with pleasure." It wasnt long before we got so dissatisfied with this incompetence that we bolted. -- The Utterly Monstrous, Mind-Roasting Summer of O.C. and Stiggs, National Lampoon, October 1982

colloquy commented on 2026-05-17 18:08 (UTC)

"I prefer the blunted cudgels of the followers of the Serpent God." -- Sean Doran the Younger