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- todayilearned@lemmit.online
PMC karens in 2068: psychically summoning their eugenic nurshlaves (nourishment slave) to door-dash their roach milk bubble teas. Tell you they don’t mind the 360-degree surveillance satellite net because it helps them find their dog-cat neo-pets that keep trying to escape confinement in their quadruple-sub basement apartments.
Yeah I’d drink it.
I will not let you.
Shiny shimmery bugmilk crystals, fuck yeah
I’m not entirely unsympathetic to people who find the idea of eating bugs weird, I remember going through a phase where I didn’t like honey because I learned that bees barf it up and that sounded gross, but I was 6 years old and the vast majority of people screeching about the horror of being expected to eat bugs are grown ass adults with no excuse beyond ignorance and cultural chauvinism. Also lol@ the idea that the children of the ruling class would be expected to drink a processed milk substitute, Musk would simply purchase several peasant wet nurses to work in shifts just like the nobility of old
My biggest hangup about commercial roach milk is that it implies the existence of roach farms. That I will not abide
They’ll probably figure out a way of synthesizing it, or genetically engineer some yeast that shits it instead, much easier than working with actual roaches
what? Why? I don’t even want to know howMass production would almost certainly be synthetic, like that artificial strawberry flavor we used to get from beaver buttholes
Soon in a nutritional supplement store near you.
How long until roachmaxxing is inflicted upon the world?
Gregor Samsa is the peak roachmaxxer, wakes up as a giant insect one morning and yet he still got his head in that hustlebro grindset. Got all the familycels seething when he bugmogged them.








