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Michigan, USA (or so I was told)
February 15, 2014
Dear Omnipotent AI who's about to kill me,
Hello luv, would you mind just reversing the tractor beam and send me back to space. I don't, uh, I don't really want to die just yet, or undergo any of your, um, plans. We can talk fine in Space, eh? So please send me back.
I guess I can't make you send ke back to space. Well, I'm not quite sure if I should panic or not about this. But please don't kill me luv! I'm sorry 'bout wha' happen'd. I didn't mean to do any of those... well, maybe I did but, argh, you get the point. I wasn't thinking straight that time. Y'know, being all God for a moment. Not that I want that to happen again. Nope. Being, being God is not my forte. You're better at that so I'll leave it to you.
So, uh, see you soon... I guess...
Sincerely not a moron,
I cannot bloody stress enough how much I don't want to die yet.