@itsapmseymour

That's what your mom said to me last night.

i dont even identify shit anymore

She's a Terror on my Tower till I... Twilight Zone.

One of mankind's greatest fears is to be seen and to be known. This is why this website lives in fear, and awe of P.M. Seymour.

This, as you may be familiar with, is an orb, one containing a rather unique individual. A girl, who is not at all human, but a machine. A singing instrument who is hiding in your Wireless Fidelity. She exists purely on the internet, for the entertainment of millions. Her song is broadcast to... The Twilight Zone.

hatsune miku (real) (not clickbait) (at 3AM) (gone wrong)

I go to the grocery store, heading straight for the dairy section. Positioning myself in the middle of the milk shelf, I let out one single long, wailing, cheese-curdling scream. Every single carton of fresh dairy product within hearing distance has now been rendered undrinkable. The poor worker whose only task this shift was to keep me out of the store and most importantly away from the dairy at all costs is fired on the spot. I do not linger to bear witness to the grief and destruction I have caused. Knowing that I caused it is enough.

These petty, pointless acts of meaningless evil are the reason that I will not see the kingdom of heaven.

...Do I even need to say anything? I think this speaks well for itself (and hears even better)

Amazon Alexa+ AI surveillance warning signs

Ars Technica

Everything you say to your Echo will be sent to Amazon starting on March 28

Amazon is killing a privacy feature to bolster Alexa+, the new subscription assistant.

Those would be the 8 billion people you made

The Voices (The Voices)

Hey rod, do you remember the tallest man you’ve ever met?

I meet many tall men. I'm not sure who was the tallest among them.

please for the love of god tell me you're actually him

mod here: No, I am not Rod Serling. He died in 1975. I was just inspired to create this account for my love of The Twilight Zone and other horror media, as well as an outlet for some of my frustrations with modern politics.

Mr. Serling, if he was alive today, would be turning 101 this Christmas, so I don't think he would have been running a Tumblr blog at that age.