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Nobody wants to take a $100B risk to build a data center just to have a petty lawsuit pause the entire construction and get trapped in an unending lawfare battle over physical infrastructure Right now many terrestrial data centers are already being killed before they even leave the planning stages because nobody can move past these painful bottlenecks: • Land disputes • Strained grid connections • Environmental lawsuits • NIMBY fights • Endless lawsuits That is why space-based data centers matter so much By moving compute off-planet with space-based data centers, Elon Musk is completely bypassing the terrestrial gridlock. And he is the only one who can execute this at the necessary scale Elon Musk is the only hope left to revive US compute and secure American AI dominance. The future is orbital 🇺🇸

remember, "Blue No Matter Who", like "ceasefire", "international law" and other highly esteemed concepts in the liberal media class, only apply to non-Zionists. Haley Stevens and her grotesque freakish fiancé do not have to abide by such pesky things as they are Israel First. In any normal society a depraved freak like this, who campaigns by pledging unending loyalty and fealty to a foreign genocidal death-cult, saying it comes to her in her dreams, would be ostracized and shunned. But in the US she was almost made Senator, and now she will start a lucrative media or political career as a Republican darling despite having negative charisma and only being known for her deranged idiotic feigned quirky mannerisms and disgusting shrieking voice.

⭕️First Charter of Human Rights 

I am Kourosh (Cyrus), King of the world, great king, mighty king, king of Babylon, king of the land of Sumer and Akkad, king of the four quarters, son of Camboujiyah (Cambyases), great king, king of Anshân, grandson of Kourosh (Cyrus), great king, king of Anshân, descendant of Chaish-Pesh (Teispes), great king, king of Anshân, progeny of an unending royal line, whose rule Bel and Nabu cherish, whose kingship they desire for their hearts, pleasure. When I well -disposed, entered Babylon, I set up a seat of domination in the royal palace amidst jubilation and rejoicing. Marduk the great god, caused the big-hearted inhabitations of Babylon to .................. me, I sought daily to worship him. At my deeds Marduk, the great lord, rejoiced and to me, Kourosh (Cyrus), the king who worshipped him, and to Kaboujiyah (Cambyases), my son, the offspring of (my) loins, and to all my troops he graciously gave his blessing, and in good sprit before him we glorified exceedingly his high divinity. All the kings who sat in throne rooms, throughout the four quarters, from the Upper to the Lower Sea, those who dwelt in ..................., all the kings of the West Country, who dwelt in tents, brought me their heavy tribute and kissed my feet in Babylon. From ... to the cities of Ashur, Susa, Agade and Eshnuna, the cities of Zamban, Meurnu, Der as far as the region of the land of Gutium, the holy cities beyond the Tigris whose sanctuaries had been in ruins over a long period, the gods whose abode is in the midst of them, I returned to their places and housed them in lasting abodes. 


I gathered together all their inhabitations and restored (to them) their dwellings. The gods of Sumer and Akkad whom Nabounids had, to the anger of the lord of the gods, brought into Babylon. I, at the bidding of Marduk, the great lord, made to dwell in peace in their habitations, delightful abodes. 


May all the gods whom I have placed within their sanctuaries address a daily prayer in my favour before Bel and Nabu, that my days may be long, and may they say to Marduk my lord, "May Kourosh (Cyrus) the King, who reveres thee, and Kaboujiyah (Cambyases) his son ..." Now that I put the crown of kingdom of Iran, Babylon, and the nations of the four directions on the head with the help of (Ahura) Mazda, I announce that I will respect the traditions, customs and religions of the nations of my empire and never let any of my governors and subordinates look down on or insult them until I am alive. From now on, till (Ahura) Mazda grants me the kingdom favor, I will impose my monarchy on no nation. Each is free to accept it , and if any one of them rejects it , I never resolve on war to reign. Until I am the king of Iran, Babylon, and the nations of the four directions, I never let anyone oppress any others, and if it occurs , I will take his or her right back and penalize the oppressor. 


And until I am the monarch, I will never let anyone take possession of movable and landed properties of the others by force or without compensation. Until I am alive, I prevent unpaid, forced labor. To day, I announce that everyone is free to choose a religion. People are free to live in all regions and take up a job provided that they never violate other's rights. 


No one could be penalized for his or her relatives' faults. I prevent slavery and my governors and subordinates are obliged to prohibit exchanging men and women as slaves within their own ruling domains. Such a traditions should be exterminated the world over. 


I implore to (Ahura) Mazda to make me succeed in fulfilling my obligations to the nations of Iran (Persia), Babylon, and the ones of the four directions. #CyrusDay#

In the year 2026, after a storm of unusual violence, I was cast upon a shore that no chart had ever recorded. Koch island as I named it, was small enough that, standing on a low hill, I could see its entire extent. Its meadows and woods occupied a finite space — a man might, with diligence, paint every inch of its surface before nightfall. Yet when I set out to walk its circumference, the path refused to end. Each stretch of beach I thought familiar dissolved, upon closer approach, into a jagged promontory: the middle third of every shore replaced by two new sides of a smaller triangle, thrusting seaward. What had been one length became four, each a third as long. I walked for hours. The island remained no larger, yet the distance before me grew without bound. No matter how carefully I followed the water’s edge, I could not complete the circuit in any finite time. A native, watching me from the trees, explained in a language of gestures that the coastline lived between dimensions. Magnify any portion by three and four identical copies appeared. Its measure, he indicated, was the logarithm of four divided by the logarithm of three — greater than a line, less than a surface. Continuous underfoot, yet nowhere could a straight staff be laid truly tangent to the shore. I had nearly abandoned the attempt when, from the interior of the island, a low horn sounded — long, pure, and unending. The native smiled and pointed toward a narrow, tapering valley that ran farther than the eye could follow. “Gabriel’s,” he said. “You may fill it with a finite measure of wine, yet no amount of paint will ever coat its walls.” I listened a long while, and did not try to walk around either wonder again.