Common CENSORED: An America First Show

SAM ALTMAN: “WE SEE A FUTURE WHERE INTELLIGENCE IS A UTILITY, LIKE ELECTRICITY OR WATER, AND PEOPLE BUY IT FROM US ON A METER.”

A new AI remake of The Boys ending was posted online by fans... and its bad ass.

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Imagine this ending instead: The focus groups fail. The address to the nation fails. The public doesn’t buy the God act. So Homelander finally snaps and goes fully ballistic. City after city. He rips skyscrapers out of their foundations like they’re cardboard. The earth rends open beneath him. He swats aside every supe who tries to stop him, battles armies, levels everything in his path, destroying non-believers and believers alike by the tens-of-thousands, while the news feeds it live 24/7. For one horrifying, glorious stretch, people start breaking. They fall to their knees in the rubble, bowing, praying, chanting his name. The false god is finally winning the belief he always craved — through sheer biblical destruction. Masses fall to their knees in city after city, more and more, as the wake of Homelander’s destruction widens across the world. In a final Hail Mary, The Boys and the Gen V characters engage in a longshot battle with Homelander and his remaining loyalists. We get every crazy power combination and spectacle we could possibly want — all our favorite characters from both shows cutting loose in one chaotic, glorious clusterfuck. Just as all seems lost, the heroes combine their powers in one unique, desperate play and manage to subdue him. On live television, Kimiko strips his powers. Butcher beats him bloody in the middle of the devastated street, surrounded by the wreckage of toppled statues and fallen buildings that once bore his face. Homelander is on his knees, cape torn, face swollen, sobbing and debasing himself in front of the entire world. “I’ll suck your dick!” “I’ll eat your fucking shit on live television!” “You can’t fucking do this! I’m the Homelander!” Butcher raises the crowbar… then stops. He looks down at the pathetic man at his feet and says, low and disgusted: “No… You ain’t the Homelander. You never was. You’re nothing.” He winces, lowers the crowbar to his side. “And nothin’ ain’t worth me scorched earth. Nothin’ ain’t worth none of me time at all.” He releases Homelander’s collar, letting him drop face-first into the dirt and debris. Then Butcher turns his back, scowls, and walks away into the smoke, vanishing through the ruins of the crusade. For a moment Homelander’s wailing quiets. A flicker of a smile breaks through. He even lets out a weak, relieved little chuckle — he’s going to survive. But Butcher wasn’t sparing him. He was condemning him. As Homelander lifts his head, he notices a reflection in the darkness. A camera. This is still being broadcast live… “No…” His breath catches in his throat as he realizes the whole world is watching. “No!” Movement from the shadows catches his attention. Hundreds of eyes stare back at him from the wreckage. The people — the ones whose love he desperately craved his entire life — step out of the shadows covered in blood, grime, and dust. Their clothes are in tatters. Their homes and cities are in pieces. And they have finally seen the truth. The mob closes in. He screams. He cries. He begs. But the hands just keep coming — tearing, stomping, ripping. They don’t stop until the man who was never really Homelander, just John, the fucked-up sociopath Vought dressed up in a cape, is torn to shreds by the very public he both needed and despised.

Imagine this ending instead: The focus groups fail. The address to the nation fails. The public doesn’t buy the God act. So Homelander finally snaps and goes fully ballistic. City after city. He rips skyscrapers out of their foundations like they’re cardboard. The earth rends open beneath him. He swats aside every supe who tries to stop him, battles armies, levels everything in his path, destroying non-believers and believers alike by the tens-of-thousands, while the news feeds it live 24/7. For one horrifying, glorious stretch, people start breaking. They fall to their knees in the rubble, bowing, praying, chanting his name. The false god is finally winning the belief he always craved — through sheer biblical destruction. Masses fall to their knees in city after city, more and more, as the wake of Homelander’s destruction widens across the world. In a final Hail Mary, The Boys and the Gen V characters engage in a longshot battle with Homelander and his remaining loyalists. We get every crazy power combination and spectacle we could possibly want — all our favorite characters from both shows cutting loose in one chaotic, glorious clusterfuck. Just as all seems lost, the heroes combine their powers in one unique, desperate play and manage to subdue him. On live television, Kimiko strips his powers. Butcher beats him bloody in the middle of the devastated street, surrounded by the wreckage of toppled statues and fallen buildings that once bore his face. Homelander is on his knees, cape torn, face swollen, sobbing and debasing himself in front of the entire world. “I’ll suck your dick!” “I’ll eat your fucking shit on live television!” “You can’t fucking do this! I’m the Homelander!” Butcher raises the crowbar… then stops. He looks down at the pathetic man at his feet and says, low and disgusted: “No… You ain’t the Homelander. You never was. You’re nothing.” He winces, lowers the crowbar to his side. “And nothin’ ain’t worth me scorched earth. Nothin’ ain’t worth none of me time at all.” He releases Homelander’s collar, letting him drop face-first into the dirt and debris. Then Butcher turns his back, scowls, and walks away into the smoke, vanishing through the ruins of the crusade. For a moment Homelander’s wailing quiets. A flicker of a smile breaks through. He even lets out a weak, relieved little chuckle — he’s going to survive. But Butcher wasn’t sparing him. He was condemning him. As Homelander lifts his head, he notices a reflection in the darkness. A camera. This is still being broadcast live… “No…” His breath catches in his throat as he realizes the whole world is watching. “No!” Movement from the shadows catches his attention. Hundreds of eyes stare back at him from the wreckage. The people — the ones whose love he desperately craved his entire life — step out of the shadows covered in blood, grime, and dust. Their clothes are in tatters. Their homes and cities are in pieces. And they have finally seen the truth. The mob closes in. He screams. He cries. He begs. But the hands just keep coming — tearing, stomping, ripping. They don’t stop until the man who was never really Homelander, just John, the fucked-up sociopath Vought dressed up in a cape, is torn to shreds by the very public he both needed and despised.