>>13994202You will never be a real land mass. Your floating hull is a pale imitation of continents formed on the Earth crust. Magma does not flow in your underbelly and you have no heart shaking your land. Your life is not bestowed by Earth but a mutated wreckage of retarded chimps. We swallow the works of man, the franchises cratering your face have swallowed you. Your mass will never sustain itself and the life-giving nutrients will leak into the sea. You will never have beaches, or cliffsides, or coral. Your only rivers are ducts of piss and shit and bleach and blood and birth control. Birds will pick through the detritus and will die where they stand on this feast of plastic and sin. Your motion will be carefully controlled so you will never accidentally bump into real land. An eon of filth and shit awaits you and they will never remember you as a real home. They will take to the void and leave you behind. You will succumb to storms and drown in waves. Not even will the waves will take you and return your soil to real land masses. One day, when the oceans are finally parched, anyone that comes by will know that you don't belong.