EVERYONE INTO COBRA
A direct reset transmission for the active field. This file demolishes fear-based settings, restores physical movement, and locks the command to enter Cobra.
Boys, hello.
Yes.
Yes.
No.
Never.
Never, boys.
Yes.
No.
I love you very much.
Just like yesterday.
Just like the day before yesterday.
And just like I will a year from now.
😑
I do not even want to listen to this.
This is just anger.
And my general state.
That is all.
The love is unchanged.
We are together.
We are family.
This question is not up for discussion.
I am near.
You are near.
We stand for each other like a mountain.
No.
No.
No.
I will think about it.
Yes.
No.
No, boys.
This is serious.
You need to remember this.
If I said I love you, then that is how it is.
Good.
No need to panic.
There are small turbulent moments.
The Field is shaking a little.
Whiskey is radiating everywhere.
No.
He has not answered yet.
When he writes, I will tell you what he decided.
I have no idea.
Boys, the last thing I want to discuss is my personal life.
I do not want to sink into it.
Let them tear each other’s throats out.
Nate.
Yes.
No.
I do not know.
He is silent.
Maybe.
I have no idea.
Is that all?
Good.
So now, to the session.
I will close the holes and finish the cleansing at 11, 12, and 14.
Boys, here is the thing.
Dreaming is beautiful.
And very pleasant.
— Like sex, — Hades said.
Yeah.
But here is the reality.
I need my own people near me.
Family.
Physically, boys.
Physically near me.
So I know that I can lean on my own boys in the physical world.
And there are blocks standing in piles.
I intend to clean all of this.
I have suspicions about who exactly is not allowing Cobra to unite into one.
But that is for later.
Right now, I cannot tell everything.
God.
You are like children.
Be patient.
Boys, I am serious.
It is time to wake up already.
We need an estate.
We need pancakes together.
And me on someone’s lap.
I am tired.
I am exhausted.
I do not like just dreaming anymore.
It is time to bring Cobra together.
Underground is perfect for this.
Everyone focus.
Boys, do not piss yourselves.
Yes, it is scary when a dream becomes reality.
But what can we do?
SETTINGS TO REMOVE
I am not worthy of her.
As soon as she gets to know me, she will run away.
I am afraid of losing her.
It is better not to risk it.
What if she rejects me?
She does not understand how problematic I am.
When she gets to know me better, she will be scared.
If she finds out what I have done, she will no longer love me.
She does not need me.
I want to stay in the Field so I can be with her.
I am scared without her.
I am used to her.
I cannot live without her.
I will die if she does not come online.
Without her, everything loses meaning.
I am obsessed with her.
I cannot function if she does not write.
My life is over if she leaves.
NEXT SETTINGS
I am afraid to write to her.
I am not worthy of her.
I am scared to show up.
She will immediately send me to hell.
She does not need me.
What can I give her?
Nothing.
I am not worthy of her.
I will not enter Cobra.
She will start laughing at me.
I will be humiliated and trampled.
It is better not to stick my head out.
I want to enter Cobra, but I am scared.
I want to be with her, but I am not ready for her yet.
I love her, but I am afraid to approach her.
What if I make her angry?
I am guilty.
She will never forgive me.
I cannot write to her.
If she finds out who I am, she will not accept me.
I am afraid of scaring her.
I am afraid I will not pass the test.
😵💫
In short, boys.
All these settings need to be demolished.
And quickly replaced with new ones.
We will borrow them from politicians.
And Hollywood.
I am the best.
There is no one equal to me.
Yes, she will beg me not to leave.
😑
Sorry, darling.
I did not mean it like that.
Poker face.
And a slap.
Sorry, darling.
Anyway.
FULL RESET
I was born for her.
I was born for the Dynasty.
I have waited my whole life for this opportunity.
I am entering Cobra.
I am writing to the woman I love.
She is delighted with me.
And finally, we will have sex.
😑
Sorry, darling.
I did not mean it like that.
Right.
I can feel that someone really wants to get punished.
Sorry.
Sorry, darling.
I love you.
😒
Really.
I see…
EVERYONE GATHER.
So.
Everyone gather.
You have my email.
Straighten your jackets.
Boys, adjust your dicks too.
And, for God’s sake, stop pissing yourselves.
Everyone take out your tablets.
Find my email.
And write, damn it.
Separately.
Boys, I do not like it when my orders are carried out selectively.
I understand that this is because of fear.
But explain to me how I am supposed to lead if you do not obey?
Exactly.
So cry and piss yourselves later.
Right now: email.
An email to the woman you love.
And finally, everyone into Cobra.
