The Anderoids

There’s a scene in the first instalment of The Matrix in which Morpheus takes Neo to see the Oracle database. They’re ushered into the Oracle’s modest apartment, and once inside we learn that Neo is just one of many ‘potentials’ vying for the coveted ‘Number One’ spot. One of these ‘potentials’ is a young monk-like boy performing his own version of the Uri Geller spoon bending trick. He tells a fascinated Neo the truth about the spoon – it does not exist – and invites Neo to try for himself. Neo successfully ‘glitches’ the spoon and is then called into the digital glitchin to meet the Oracle. She immediately bakes his Noodle intranet by ‘programming’ him to break a vase. Specifically, she uses a mixture of body language and verbal language – programming constructs – to position Neo and set in motion the desired sequence of events. Having hoodwinked him into believing that she is prescient, the Oracle then dupes him into eating a tracking cookie, a culinary equivalent of the device that was implanted by Agent Smith earlier in the film.

The spoon scene is one of many ‘mirror scenes’, and especially interesting when we consider the shape of a spoon. It is shaped much like a lens, and (depending on one’s position is relation to it) can be either convex or concave. Note that the image of the boy is the right way up…

…whereas the image of Neo is inverted.

The inverted image of Neo is much like the raw data captured by the human eye. Light falls on millions of light-sensitive rods and cones (like the millions of light-sensitive photosites on a camera’s image sensor), but in order to reach those rods and cones it first has to pass through the eye’s convex lens, which inverts the ‘data set’. This upside down picture of ‘reality’ is passed to the brain’s visual cortex, where the image is processed and the inversion corrected. In short, sight is not like an old film projector throwing light into a movie theatre called ‘the eye’. What we see is a construct created by a chemical-electrical computer called ‘the brain’, in much the same way that a digital camera ‘sees’ by processing a data set with its on-board image processing chip.

The Umbrella Corporation: its business is life itself.

The modern driver, a.k.a. the walkie-talkie mobile phoney, seems to require a helluva lot of assistance in navigating his or her ka along the Information Superhighway. So many chips, so many cameras, so many connected devices, so many lines of code. There is an astonishing amount of information zipping through the air, yet we only ever see the end product: an image on a screen, a text message, a phone call. It is ‘logic’, yet appears as if by magic. The modern digital fish inhabits a tempestuous ocean of information. Can you imagine what it might be like to actually see this environment? To actually see all these ‘currents’ of information flying about in the air? Would it be magical? Beautiful? Frightening?

Talking of digital fishes, if everything is information and ‘data’ is ‘food’…

…then what exactly does the ‘phishing industry’ represent within the Primate Change Simulation?

Have you ever been ‘phished’?

Walkie-talkie mobile phonies are interesting. They come with built-in eyes, ears, mouths, and a tactile touch-sensitive skin called a ‘screen’. McLuhan said that all technologies are extensions of the human senses. If that’s true then what human sense is ‘extended’ by the invisible currents of microwave radiation that connect mobile phones (cell phones) to one another? You may not be able to see these connections, but does your inability to see them mean that they don’t exist? Do they tell us that Truman Beings are interconnected in the same way that a network is connected? Or are they something more than that? Like an interface into this invisible data stream, one that provides a way to access it, tinker with it, perhaps even manipulate it?

Are you sure you’ve never been phished? Are you certain you’re not being phished right now?

Sending ‘anderoids’ to the asteroids to take pictures. In the Information Age everything is a record transmitted through the void from one walkie-talkie mobile phoney to another.

Ultimate Thule has been dubbed the ‘most primitive object’ visited by Truman Beings.

“We think what we’re looking at is perhaps the most primitive object that has yet been seen by any spacecraft,” said Jeff Moore, New Horizons’ geology lead scientist based at NASA’s Ames Research Center. “These are the only remaining basic building blocks in the backyard of the solar system that we can see.”


The ‘most primitive object’ is a ‘basic building block’? What could that mean?

In computer science, a primitive data type is either of the following:

1. A basic type is a data type provided by a programming language as a basic building block. Most languages allow more complicated composite types to be recursively constructed starting from basic types.

2. A built-in type is a data type for which the programming language provides built-in support.

Depending on the language and its implementation, primitive data types may or may not have a one-to-one correspondence with objects in the computer’s memory.


At more-or-less exactly the same time, another asteroid-visiting ‘anderoid’ (with the unlikely name of Osiris-Rex) managed to create two new records as it snapped those all-important pictures.

Here’s an image of the asteroid captured by the ‘anderoid’ Osiris-Rex. What exactly are we looking at here? A ball of rock floating in space?

Or an Ancient Encryption?

The Bennu is an ancient Egyptian deity linked with the sun, creation, and rebirth. It may have been the inspiration for the phoenix in Greek mythology.

According to Egyptian mythology, the Bennu was a self-created being said to have played a role in the creation of the world. It was said to be the ba of Ra and enabled the creative actions of Atum. It was said to have flown over the waters of Nun that existed before creation, landing on a rock and issuing a call that determined the nature of creation. It was also a symbol of rebirth and was therefore associated with Osiris.

Some of the titles of the Bennu bird were “He Who Came Into Being by Himself”, and “Lord of Jubilees”; the latter epithet referred to the belief that the Bennu periodically renewed itself like the sun. Its name is related to the Egyptian verb wbn, meaning “to rise in brilliance” or “to shine”.


The Lord of Jubilees and the never-ending movie of the Great System Analyst in the Sky.

Wow, that YouTube was uploaded by a channel named…

Closer to home (assuming you believe any of this time-space nonsense), China has landed an ‘anderoid’ right on the behind of a much larger asteroid called ‘The Spoon’. It, too, is sending back lots of records, lots of luvverly pictures…

…from the Dark Side of the Source Code.

The moon’s far side is sometimes known as the dark side, although it is not darker than the near side in any literal sense. It undergoes the same phases of illumination by the Sun as the side facing Earth. But because the moon spins on its axis at exactly the same rate as it orbits Earth, one side remains permanently out of view.


One side remains permanently out of view. A bit like that bloody spoon, don’t you think? It’s not merely a question of what we’re seeing, but who is doing the seeing. Are the ‘anderoids’ – the ‘probes’ – those who are prepared to travel further and look deeper into the nature of our ‘reality’? Those willing to approach the veil, to peek behind it, and discover that the Wizard of Oz-iris is merely a clever supercomputer equipped with a billion-megapixel All-Seeing Eye?

Oz – the death of a giant.

Prometheus: the giant, the vases, genetic engineering and the Ancient Encryptions.

The android David: breaking the vase.

Writing the script: genetically engineering the alphabet soup of DNA to bring the ‘biofilm’ to life.

There is no spoon.


Alfa and Amiga

It’s said that you can’t consider yourself a true petrolhead until you’ve owned an Alfa. Whether you’ve owned one or not, the Amiga is standard equipment these days, inasmuch as every ka comes with a computer. The Ancient Encryptions regarded the ka as a person’s double, the life force that separated from the body at the point of death. The elaborate process of mummification was performed to ensure that the ka continued to have a home. So what exactly does it mean to ‘own a ka’? It’s an interesting concept, no? With that in mind, let’s move swiftly on…

Language is programming.

COBOL (an acronym for “common business-oriented language”) is a compiled English-like computer programming language designed for business use. It is imperative, procedural and, since 2002, object-oriented. COBOL is primarily used in business, finance, and administrative systems for companies and governments.


Pictures are variables.

In COBOL, a variable declaration consists of a line in the DATA DIVISION that contains the following items:

A level number.
A data-name or identifier.
A Picture clause.

To create the required ‘picture’ the programmer uses a set of symbols.


Understand what your eyes are and you’ll realise that everything is a picture.

Pictures can be edited.

Most users of the data produced by COBOL programs are not content with the simple raw data. They often want it presented in a particular way. Some people like to have the thousands, in numeric values, separated by commas, others may want leading zeros suppressed while still others may require that the currency symbol “floats” up against the first non-zero digit. In COBOL these things can be achieved using Edited Pictures.


In the digital age there is no difference whatsoever between a picture and a picture. All that’s required is a picture definition big enough to store the picture. Is ‘reality’ merely the photoshop of the Great System Analyst in the Sky?

Thanks to COBOL, information can be moved to a picture…






…giving us the motion picture…

…the streaming-dreaming video…

…the concept of the moving picture frame rate…

…and the associated phenomenon known as ‘frame rate stutter’, when things slow down or even grind to a halt altogether. Very often, it’s the result of a glitch.

Pictures come in different shapes and sizes: bytes, words, double words. They also have different scope: local, global, public and private. So what happens if someone attempts to use a private picture for public purposes? Eventually, it dawns on them that they do not own their words.

If language is programming then what is this stuff?

Perhaps the spiralling double helix of GACT…

…is merely a…

…a kind of chemical-electrical suspension coil, absorbing and absolving all the bumps in the Information Superhighway?

Or perhaps it’s exactly what we call it: a genetic code? Here’s an interesting question: why is a computer program encoded on a punch card…

…so strangely similar to a DNA fingerprint?

Is it because DNA is a program that tells the story of your life?

The grand tale of life is long and complicated. Storylines intertwine and many subplots twist and turn unexpectedly. Amazingly, this billion-year-spanning story is written in an alphabet that contains only four letters, the alphabet of DNA. A for adenine, C for cytosine, G for guanine, and T for thymine. That’s it. That’s all that’s needed to compose the paragraphs and chapters in the book of life.


If so, should others be permitted to treat the genome as their own private property?

Property to be edited and sold for their own amusement and prophet?

Take a look around you: 1984 was flipped around to give us the concept of ‘hate speech’. Have we already got discrimination down to a science?

What actually happens when you publish a story? You may not think you’re an author, but if you subscribe to Mark Fuckerborg’s production (or any other form of social media for that matter) then you are in fact a journalist-cum-novelist serving up information (in the form of news and stories) about yourself.

Volunteer this information and you reduce your life to information: bits, bytes and words, variables that make up a profile, a complete picture.

Here’s an interesting line from a 1990s B-movie about Mars that caught my ear last week.

They’re using us like a TV commercial for their products.

Think about that in relation to Facebook’s business model. Has social media made a walkie-talkie mobile phoney out of you?

Or are these ‘social networks’ merely reflections of pre-existing interconnections? As McLuhan said, the medium is the message. The Truman Race is the ‘social media’, so social that billions are prepared to upload the story of their lives to corporate giants that view your ‘information’ as a commodity to be exploited. What if that, too, is merely a reflection of the operating principle or ‘business model’ of the ‘Primate Change Simulation’, a.k.a. The Truman Zoo?

The android David: a mirror image of the Truman Race, made by a corporation to sell for a prophet.

A friend recently asked why anyone would want to create a simulated reality. Probably for the same reason we create simulated realities: entertainment, education and the pursuit of prophet.

Open-source intelligence? Would you buy a second-hand ka from the Wizard of Zardoz?

How about open source intel-licence? Are your drivers up-to-date?

Open source? Free love on the free love information superhighway?

The DNA code is arranged in sequences of nucleotide triplets called codons. Free love is one of those things that sounds terrific until you forget to lay down some rubber…

…and find yourself suffering from a nasty case of trojan horse syndrome.

It may be counter-intuitive, but paying for the comfort of…ahem…professional software…

…actually seems to increase the risk of infection. Let’s be clear about this though: it’s a two-way street, yeah? I mean, he can be as much a transmission vector as she, right? I don’t know about you but if I were the driver of that Ka then I’d rev my vagina engine, get my pistons pumping, and lay down serious amounts of rubber.

Whatcha think?

Crunching Data

Modern technology. Are you sick of it? More to the point, is it literally making you sick to death? I popped out to a supermarket earlier today and wasn’t surprised to find myself in the middle of a game of dodge the mobile phonies. People these days seem to wander up and down the aisles like extras from a George Romero film: devices held aloft before them, staring at the screen as if hypnotised, connected to ‘the network’ and crunching data as if their lives depended on it. It was a bizarre sight, one made all the more unnerving by the snippets of conversation I heard as I threaded my way between them. Whatever these strange, shuffling creatures are they’re all very obviously (and seemingly unwittingly) in the artificial intelligence business, which is to say that they seem to be transmitting in-formation back to their respective handlers under the pretext of posting a Facebook status update or calling their partner to ask what they want for dinner. For me at least, the fact that most people seem to have no idea what they’re actually doing or why begs the question: has the Zombie Apocalypse already happened?

Things became even more weird at the checkout. For some reason, at the exact moment I reached the head of the queue the woman behind the till told me that her chip and pin device had just developed a problem. It was still working, but for some reason the display had decided to reverse itself: the text onscreen appeared exactly the way it would if held up to a mirror.

I wasn’t surprised by this. First, because the phrase ‘shine bright like a diamond’ was doing the rounds in my head earlier today. Second, because I’ve been experimenting with hexdecimal and binary files over at Hugo’s Digital Glitchin’. If you know anything about programming then you’ll appreciate that bytes are arranged in words, and that byte order or ‘endianness‘ is a big deal.

Little-endian format reverses this order: the sequence addresses/sends/stores the least significant byte first (lowest address) and the most significant byte last (highest address). Most computer systems prefer a single format for all its data; using the system’s native format is automatic. But when reading memory or receiving transmitted data from a different computer system, it is often required to process and translate data between the preferred native endianness format to the opposite format.


Big-endian retains byte order, whereas little-endian reverses byte order. Personally, I’ve never understood the American need to ‘go large’ and tend to prefer more byte-sized snacks. Talking of which, isn’t the modern preoccupation with crunching and consuming data a little bit odd? Consider this take on the Ejaculate Simulation and the Inception Deception for sexsymbol.

She’s ‘good’, but did the ‘good girl’ do a ‘bad, bad thing’?

Did she do that ‘bad, bad thing’ because somebody decided to ‘blow the roof off’? Personally, I think that’s just one of many storylines playing out in the Globe theatre we call ‘Planet Earth’.

Here’s how ‘blowing the roof off’ was portrayed on stage: it made a really big bang and ejaculated a thick wad of radioactive material.

It pumped out so much of the stuff that they had to build a coffin for the good girl who turned bad. That coffin is referred to as a sarcophagus.

sarcophagus (n.)

c. 1600, “type of stone used for coffins,” from Latin sarcophagus, from Greek sarkophagos “limestone used for coffins,” literally “flesh-eating,” in reference to the supposed action of this type of limestone (quarried near Assos in Troas, hence the Latin lapis Assius) in quickly decomposing the body, from sarx (genitive sarkos) “flesh” (see sarcasm) + phagein “to eat” (from PIE root *bhag- “to share out, apportion; to get a share”).


Zombie flesh eaters want to feast on what lies beneath the skin. In Virtuous Unreality, I mentioned the full-body virtual reality Teslasuit and suggested that the skin covering human walkie-talkie mobile phonies is the ultimate in ‘smart clothing’. This ‘smart clothing’ is grown and maintained by eating food, but what if ‘food’ is a 3D projection of data, just as it is in computer games, where the consumption of digital foodstuffs improves the player’s health?

The process of eating and digesting food is not unlike the process of consuming data: both involve input, processing and…ahem…output.

The actual ‘output’ being neat rows of Truman Beings lined up in-formation and doing pretty much the same thing, such as working in order to go ‘shopping’ and buy stuff. You know, ‘shop’ the so-called ‘bad guy’ in order to receive a fat, juicy record reward that’s specifically designed to encourage further acts of in-formation and keep you firmly in line. Most people refer to this ‘reward’ as their celery ‘salary’.

Modern zombies tend to get infected with a virus that fills them with an overpowering urge to dine on your brain, the sugar-powered sugarcomputer called ‘you’. Thinking about it, the beehive-iour of the typical common-or-garden variety zombie is almost exactly analogous to that of malware planted on a device in order to subvert its normal operation and extract in-formation from it.

If ‘food’ is in fact ‘in-formation’ then do we already have chips in our head?

Fancy a chip butty? All you need is a few chips and a breadboard courtesy of ‘MEGO’.

Microchips and breadboards for prototyping them. What if everything happening ‘out there’ is merely a reflection of the Truman Condition, one in which each individual ‘node’ is already connected in a way that most walkie-talkie mobile phonies seem unable or unwilling to believe?

The mobile telephone spreads connectivity directly to the person. The mobile creates the phenomenon of direct human addressability. The mobile is an inherently personal device; each mobile and SIM is associated with a single person. With this single innovation, the gap is spanned between tribal and urban organizational forms. Everyone is directly connected, as in the tribe, but in unknowably vast numbers, as in the city.


Every walkie-talkie mobile phoney directly connected? What if that were literally true today?

It was Marshall McLuhan who first conceptualised the state of modern man as akin to that of our primitive nomad ancestors: whereas they used tools to forage for food, we use tools to forage for information. What McLuhan never considered, however, was the possibility that ‘modern man’ is the ancestor, that ‘food’, ‘data’ and ‘information’ are one and the same. In short, McLuhan never considered that the world we inhabit – a world of ‘scarce’ resources that are usually the root cause of international conflict – might be a simulation. Nor did he consider that actual warfare might be merely a 3D manifestation of a hidden battlefield: an Information War predicated on the Covenant’s desire to secure in-formation and keep everyone lined up like good little soldiers.

Why is the Covenant so preoccupied with policing what people eat? Zombies are cereal killers, but the Covenant doesn’t seem to have a problem with them. Why, then, is it so determined to police the consumption of specific forms of ‘food’ and control what makes it onto the menu?

If you believe anything that happens ‘out there’ then it would appear that consuming the ‘wrong’ kind of ‘food’ can land you in…

If everything – including us – is information then what exactly does ‘food poverty’ mean?

Is it just me or does ‘reality’ resembles the Hunger Games built on the computer-processed world of the Number Games: data collection, processing, storage, transmission, and interpretation.

“The last decade has seen an accelerating deployment of direct human addressability. As of June 2011, there are roughly six billion mobile subscribers. Roughly ten percent of these individuals have more than one subscription, a phenomenon becoming commonplace in the richer corners of the planet. This means that there are roughly 5.4 billion directly addressable individuals on the planet, individuals who can be reached with the correct series of numbers.


The ‘now’ that we inhabit eludes definition. Even ‘the past’ (including our relics, pictures, and memories of it) only exists in the fleeting moment we call ‘the present’. Chips in our heads? Has the future already happened? Or is this a ‘warning from history’ so to speak, a manifestation of a future-past in a non-existent present, something that could happen if we continue to stumble blindly along the same ‘timeline’? Either way, I for one refuse to be one of Queen Bee’s drones.

Remember this peculiar ritual from the 2012 Paralympic ‘ceremony’?

Had enough of crunching data on your Apple? Maybe now’s the time to re-evaluate your relationship with that wise and slippery serpent?

From Apple crunch to Apple crumble. I’m happy to supply the cream…

Virtuous Unreality

Something interesting happened in the field of Virtual Reality recently. A company named Teslasuit began to market the world’s first full-body VR suit or ‘haptic feedback platform’ as they call it. This device borrows technology already in use in the medical field and uses neuromuscular electrical simulation stimulation to stimulate simulate a variety of sensations. If your VR journey takes you through polar terrain or a tropical jungle then the suit allows you to experience cold and warmth. Similarly, if you want to celebrate with your fellow game players after capturing the flag then the suit can also simulate the sensation of being hugged. You might be too sore and tender, however, because according to the manufacturers the suit can even simulate the impact of bullets and explosions on the wearer’s body. It’s a remarkable development, and one which begs the question: is the human body (with its built-in cameras, speakers, microphones, mind-boggling array of sensors, and personalised AI assistant called ‘you’) the ultimate VR body suit? Is the skin and bone that protects those delicate sensors the state-of-the-art in adaptive ‘smart clothing’?

Here’s a thought: if we’re the ‘smart clothing’ then what does this mean, exactly?

A team of engineers in Canada has spent three years designing what it describes as “smart” clothing that can be controlled using a smartphone.


Controlled using a smartphone? That’s the stuff of science fiction, isn’t it? Well, isn’t it?

Today we can climb into a cumbersome suit and push a button to immerse ourselves in imaginary worlds created by computers and code. Will future ‘software’ engineers work with DNA and atomic particles rather than C++ and Java? Could we be born into a virtual environment? More to the point, is the ‘reality’ that most people take for granted just such a virtual environment? In short, is tomorrow’s world today?

One of the core assumptions of Nick Bostrum’s Ancestor Simulation Hypothesis is that a civilisation has to possess both the technology and the desire to recreate the past.

The walkie-talkie mobile phonies known as Truman Beings sure come with a lot of sensors: eyes, ears, mouth, and of course the skin itself, which communicates pleasure and pain to the chemical-electrical computer called ‘the brain’. Oddly enough, it was Ancient Rome that introduced us to the concept of the ‘censor‘ and the dark art of censorship.

…[T]he censorship was regarded as the highest dignity in the state, with the exception of the dictatorship; it was a “sacred magistracy” (sanctus magistratus), to which the deepest reverence was due. The high rank and dignity which the censorship obtained was due to the various important duties gradually entrusted to it, and especially to its possessing the regimen morum, or general control over the conduct and the morals of the citizens. In the exercise of this power, they were regulated solely by their own views of duty, and were not responsible to any other power in the state.

The censorship continued in existence for 421 years, from 443 BC to 22 BC.


If we are in fact living in some form of ancestor simulation then it appears that the ‘censorship’ has yet to be abolished. Consider the attitude that guardians of moral rectitude take towards today’s computer games. These people derive from the same stock as those who believe that rap music (rather than an economic system maintained by suit-wearing mobsters) creates the ghettos and gang violence it portrays. As such, the concept of video games as digital dreamlands in which players can escape from ‘reality’ and act out their fantasies seems to escape them entirely.

If I recall correctly the Romans also gifted us with the concept of crucifixion. At this point you’ll have to forgive me if I succumb to temptation and check in on Pope Frankie, a.k.a. The High Judas Priestess of The New Holy Woman Umpire. What’s going on in the Holy Not-See?

Business as usual by the look of things. Still, after all that silver and gold he received in exchange for his kiss I suppose it’s hardly surprising that he should forget the ‘Golden Rule’.

Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you: do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets.

Source: Matthew 7:12

I really dislike the scriptures, but after this fiasco…

…it would be remiss of me not to swallow my distaste and serve up another helping from the book he professes to live by.

Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

Source: Galatians 6:7

If laws are the product of censorship then should we lend the censor a sim-pathetic ear sensor when he falls foul of his own rules? What are we to make of this ‘infallible’ truman being who claims to be the mouthpiece of the Great System Analyst in the Sky? Does he not deserve to be mocked? Shall we take a closer look at the Halo round his head?

As money seems to be on the agenda, let’s ask the Financial Times for an opinion. It seems to have something to do with an airline. Odd that, because the exact same item also made an appearance in my previous probe.

But I digress. Or do I? After all, why should a virtual reality be a virtuous reality? Let’s take another look at that article about the Pope Fiend, because when I first clapped eyes on it I could have sworn it said ‘phone taps’ rather than ‘pope taps’. Walkie-talkie mobile phonies need to be careful. I mean, you might think you’re in the driving seat, but can you trust the source code?

Talking of sources, mind if I deep throat you for a moment or two?

As for Frankie and his government Covenant overlords, my warning fell on deaf ears.

It seems that being prepared to believe only that which you already believe is part and parcel of the ‘problem’ of confusing a virtual reality for a spiritual one. Consider for example yesterday’s November Moon.

The November Moon’s ‘spiritual meaning’ in the Great System Analyst’s Ejaculate Simulation is best summarised by this little snippet from the above article.

The November Full Moon lit up the predawn hours earlier today and will soon bathe globe in its eerie light again after sunset. As the Moon prepares to rise, here is a look at the spiritual meaning of the so-called Beaver Moon.


Beaver moon, eh? The mere thought makes me want to shoot from the hip…

Money, the Wizard of Lies, and the Pyramid Scam. Did I mention that the Teslasuit works by delivering shocks to the system? How about this for a shock: IT is alive.

How do you detect a lie in a virtual dreamland in which everything is a lie?

The Inception Deception, the Ejaculate Simulation, and burger control.

How good are you at lying? Could you fool a friend? How about a machine? We’ve recently learned that the EU is about to start trailing an artificially intelligent machine, or as the bloc calls it “deception detection”, which is supposed to be able to detect if someone is lying at border control.


How you like your burgers?

I’m with Larry on this one: juicy, wet, wide open…

…and of course…ahem…Nicholas…

Do me a favour though for Christ’s sake: don’t come over all censorious if I ask for no more than a suggestion of fuzz. OK?

Divorce Code

I’ve never had much time for those who take a paintbrush to the canvas of ‘synchronicity’ and cover it with a thick coat of New Age bullshit. Still, I’m prepared to make an exception in the case of the ongoing Brexit saga, inasmuch as the phrase ‘as above, so below’ seems to have some bearing on the matter. Even casual observers can hardly have failed to notice that the UK’s bid to extricate itself from Europe is referred to as a ‘divorce’. Here, Brexit negotiations are presented as a bitter struggle over who gets the house and, I dare say, custody of the children. It’s only when we slip beneath the surface and acknowledge the roots of Europe in Greek mythology, however, that the nature of these ‘divorce negotiations’ begin to make sense. Europe derives its name from Europa, a princess of Phoenician origin who became a consort of Zeus, the Greek form of Jupiter. Some accounts describe the nature of the pair’s union in less flattering terms, and the story of Zeus’ seduction and abduction of Europa also seems to provide the symbolic basis on which the European Union itself is based.

Besides naming the continent, the Greek mythological figure of Europa has frequently been employed as a personification of Europe. Known from the myth in which Zeus seduces her in the guise of a white bull, Europa has also been referred to in relation to the present Union. Statues of Europa and the bull decorate several of the Union’s institutions and a portrait of her is seen on the 2013 series of Euro banknotes. The bull is, for its part, depicted on all residence permit cards.


Europa was one of many little indiscretions on Zeus’ part. The story goes that Jupiter (Zeus) covered himself with clouds in order to hide his infidelities, and only the prying eyes of his jealous wife, Juno (Hera), could penetrate the thick veil. Those Ancient Geeks must have been on to something, because when the first telescopes clapped eyes on Jupiter it soon became apparent that the planet was veiled in clouds. Oddly enough, this ancient storyline is being played out in the heavens even as I write, thanks to NASA’s ‘Juno probe’.

Some say that the ‘mysterious creature’ resembles a…

The Great Red Dragon and the Roman Woman Clothed in the Sun.

But doesn’t Jupiter already have a big red eye?

The Space Odyssey: a big red eye that controls, monitors and records everything.

I seem to remember that Frank’s death was caused by a ruptured airline.

Divorce Code or Source Code?

The ‘accusation’ is that Brexit is ‘splitting up the family’, creating a ‘rupture’ in the Truman Race. Creating a ‘fork’ so to speak.

In software engineering, a project fork happens when developers take a copy of source code from one software package and start independent development on it, creating a distinct and separate piece of software. The term often implies not merely a development branch, but also a split in the developer community, a form of schism.


Most of the debate about Brexit centers on whether it should be ‘hard’ or ‘soft’. Should we take the soft option and remain ‘tethered’, or go for broke and sever all ties? Let’s take a look at the issue from the perspective of the In-formation War and the need to crack the code, a.k.a. the ‘hash’.

The battle between the UK and the Europa-ean Ocean has all the hallmarks of a divorce, with controlling, bureaucratic and undemocratic Europa/Juno/Hera desperate to keep Zeus/Jupiter tied to her – perhaps ‘faithful to her’ would be a better way of phrasing it – on her terms. If Europa can’t keep her hubby then she wants to keep him ‘soft’: dependent on her, dick pointing straight down, balls in her handbag. As a serial philanderer, however, Zeus/Jupiter is having none of it. He wants to be free to choose his ‘partners’ and conduct as many ‘transactions’ with them as he sees fit.

Ultimately, Zeus is a big fan of the ‘money shot’, shooting from the hip, and generally spurting copious amounts of kumquat all over the place. Veritable geysers of the stuff in fact.

From the geyser to the Giza: the Wizard of Lies, casino money, and the Pyramid Spam.

Conceit and deceit. Odd (but not really) that the two words are so similar.

You wanna stand at the top of the pyramid, balanced precariously atop the capstone of that flimsy house of cards? A single puff of wind from the cloud is all it’ll take to bring it crashing down around you. Maybe you ought to be thinking about how far you’ll fall and what it’ll feel like hitting the deck at terminal velocity?

Funny thing is, I can’t remember agreeing to a marriage with the Europa-ean Ocean, let alone agreeing to become a member of her ‘family’. At no time was I given an opportunity to express my opinion (which would have been ‘No’ by the way), yet here we are talking about ‘divorce’.

Divorce is supposed to be a clean break, but the impression I’m left with is that of a disgruntled wife keen to establish grounds on which she can a) continue to lay down the law to her hen-pecked hubby, and b) claim rights to her former husband’s pension years after the separation was finalised. In short, that Europa wasn’t so much abducted by Zeus as she was willingly swept away by him – precisely because she’s a money-grubbing whore keen to secure her meal ticket.

Europa is a bitch, a real ice maiden, but her icy surface is covered with cracks…

…and those cracks are unstable.

What lies under the surface? Is it alien life?

Or just Divorce Code running on the Supercomputer of the Ancient Geeks? The Antikythera Mechanism was the ‘first’ analog computer. It automated the movement of the planets, turned them into information, and put them in-formation.

Was it invented by Archimedes or by Poseidon himself?

Other inscriptions hint at where the mechanism was made. Paul Iversen, a classicist at Case Western Reserve University in Cleveland, reports that the calendar includes month names used in Corinth and its colonies in northwest Greece. A dial that displayed the timing of major athletic festivals, including the Olympics, lists Naa, a festival held in northwest Greece, and Halieia, held to the south on the island of Rhodes. Perhaps the mechanism hailed from Rhodes and was being shipped north. The ancient philosopher Posidonius had a workshop in Rhodes that could have been the source; according to Cicero, Posidonius made a similar model of the heavens in the first century B.C.

The tradition of making such mechanisms could be much older. Cicero wrote of a bronze device made by Archimedes in the third century B.C. And James Evans, a historian of astronomy at the University of Puget Sound in Tacoma, Washington, thinks that the eclipse cycle represented is Babylonian in origin and begins in 205 B.C. Maybe it was Hipparchus, an astronomer in Rhodes around that time, who worked out the math behind the device. He is known for having blended the arithmetic-based predictions of Babylonians with geometric theories favored by the Greeks.


Our ancestors used tablet and stylus to encode the source code called ‘language’ in the form of the written word. Today, we use tablet and stylus to encode the source code called ‘language’ in the form of the written word. So just how old is this device exactly?

The In-formation Age: filing, monitoring and recording – keeping us in line by filling in the cracks with concrete, anything to prevent those fissures widening into yawning chasms.

My view? Let’s stop filling in the cracks, let that icy demeanour crumble, and make a clean break of it. You want in-formation? Everyone lined up in neat little rows marching along to your tune? Fuck that. I want total meltdown and fallout.

I’ll keep my cock and balls thank you very much, Europa love. If you want a set of your own then I suggest you arrange a visit with the phoney doctor at the clinic. Capiche?

Gorilla War

In Joe Haldeman’s novel The Forever War, Earth finds itself at war with an alien race called the Taurans. A force of interstellar troops is created to prosecute the war, whose battle grounds are thousands of light years from Earth. Due to the time dilation effects of interstellar travel, however, the lead protagonist, William Mandella, and his fellow soldier and lover, Marygay Potter, find themselves increasingly estranged from the human society they are fighting for. Each time they return from a mission they find that Earth has changed beyond recognition, so much so that they volunteer for new missions simply to escape the sense of alienation. When they return from their final assignment they discover that the battle they fought was part of a war that ended centuries ago. Not only that, they’re finally told the truth: that the war was the result of a misunderstanding between the two races, one that was seized upon by war profiteers with a vested interest in perpetuating the conflict. Their suffering and pain had been for nothing.

The gorilla war: ancestors battle for system resources in the Primate Simulation called ‘reality.

The guerilla war: ancestors battle for system resources in the Primate Simulation called ‘reality.

Haldeman’s novel is based on his experiences in Vietnam. That war ended, only for another to begin. Have we ever known peace? Today we are engaged in an in-formation war. The weapon of choice is the computer, a device created during war for the purposes of prosecuting war. This should come as no surprise, because nothing and nobody likes people in-formation – lined up in neat little rows like good little boys and girls – more than the military.

Soliders on parade

The In-formation War.

We are now in the midst of our first television war … the television environment is total and therefore invisible. Along with the computer, it has altered every phase of the American vision and identity. The television war has meant the end of the dichotomy between civilian and military. The public is now a participant in every phase of the war, and the main actions of the war are now being fought in the American home itself.

— Marshall McLuhan

It has become society’s organising principle.

It has become a bad dream, a nightmare.

For some, that nightmare has become ‘reality’.

Consider the Blade Runner knife attack in Jason Mel-Bourne.

Why do these things happen within the primate simulation? Because nothing serves to bring people into neat little lines of in-formation more than a juicy terrorist incident. It makes the presence of balaclava-clad armed police looking like Nazi thugs on a day trip from the Bosnian killing fields appear ‘normal’, ‘natural’, and ‘reassuring’. It makes terms such as ‘control’, ‘security’, ‘monitoring’ and ‘surveillance’ appear necessary and desirable for the purposes of ‘public safety’.

It’s not real though. The Jason Mel-Bourne attacker had ‘gas cannisters’ to ‘gas the ancestors’. Sound familiar?

Prepare to meet the ancestors in eXistenZ.

Notice how all the walkie-talkie mobile phonies filmed the Jason Mel-Bourne event? In-formation is also intelligence, and in the in-formation war called ‘reality’ everyone is an artificially intelligent intelligence asset. The phonies in their hands, along with the network that connects them, are merely 3D projections of bio-chemical sensors called eyes and ears, which record data in an organic computer called ‘the brain’, one of billions of nodes in a hive mind.

Assets are properties with values assigned to them, and they exist to be exploited…

…and sexploited, because sex is how the ejaculate deception of the Primate Simulation perpetuates itself. Like it or not, you are part of the…

Four ‘skin jobs’?

What was that he said?

You wouldn’t have come if I just asked you to…

Or foreskin jobs?

And my point is…? Well, it all leads back to The Covenant: the fanatics who make sacrifices on your behalf in temples called ‘parliaments’, ‘senates’, and so on. What is war if not a mass sacrifice of Truman Beings?

According to Genesis, God told Abraham to circumcise himself, his household and his slaves as an everlasting covenant in their flesh. Those who were not circumcised were to be ‘cut off’ from their people (Genesis 17:10-14). Note the connection between circumcision and slavery. It is alluded to in the New Testament.


Cut off or be cut off? Not much of a choice is it? As I observed in The Pyramid Spam, it appears to have something to do with the Due Boys not paying their ‘dues’.

In the Ancient Encryption Pyramid Scam, the leaders were worshipped as gods. Today’s version ‘gamifies’ the scam. The end result is the same: you end up on your knees worshipping ‘The Profit’.

A yet more recent Pyramid Scam: Bernie Madoff, the Wizard of Lies. The end result is the same: you end up on your knees worshipping ‘The Profit’.

Initiative Q, a big-bang-up-to-date Pyramid Scam. The end result is the same: you end up on your knees worshipping ‘The Profit’.

The fineries of the Ancient Encryptions were ostentatious displays of wealth, power, and status – and nothing more. Today we call it ‘bling’, and that bling is designed to awe, intimidate and blind.

The japanese have a saying about business.

She was ‘the business’, an engineered ‘skin job’, a ‘bio-robot‘, a slave.

In the end, it turned out that he was, too.

I recently referred to Prometheus and the Aliens franchise, and asked if engineered truman beings are the real aliens. What would you do if faced with a hostile species intent on waging war come what may? To keep things fair and balanced, let’s ask a gorilla to grunt up an opinion. After all, this bad dream is under military command, so it’s only appropriate to raise a middle finger to Queen Bee’s pathetic attempt to burp up a pardon, and award Corporal Hiccups the final say.

Amen to that, brothers and sisters.

Alive and Kicking

A ‘story’ that caught my eye this week concerns the development of a new sugarcomputer supercomputer specifically designed to mimic the human brain. Named SpiNNaker, it was built by the University of Manchester, but unlike its monolithic single processor dinosaur ancestors it contains one million processors operating in parallel. It was designed to run large-scale simulations, and does so by breaking the ‘problem’ to be solved into separate processes and assigning them to specific processors. This ‘many acting as one’ approach is not unlike that of the hive mind of an ant or bee colony. Does it also reflect the state of truman kind, though? As accustomed as we are to thinking of ourselves as ‘individuals’, the fact is that the vast majority are playing the follow-the-leader game. Pretty much everyone is doing exactly the same thing as everyone else: working, paying taxes, watching TV, going on holiday, etc. Never in truman history have so many ‘individuals’ been so successfully lined up in neat little rows of in-formation. And therein lies the problem: are you actually an individual, or are you one of 7.5 billion processors solving programs problems and crunching data in a primate simulation called ‘reality’?

Interestingly, it’s not the first time that the University of Manchester has played such a pivotal role in computing history. Oddly enough, in the late 1940s the same university gave birth to the ‘Manchester Baby’. The designers gave truman beings the gift of recollection: the ability to store a program in memory, execute it, and display the results graphically.

The story of the Manchester Baby is well worth watching and exceedingly strange, not least because the designer sounds almost exactly like the alleged paedophile Jimmy Savile.

Odd. Jimmy fixed it for them to have Cadbury Animal Biscuits containing only elephants.

Perhaps you’re having a Close Encounter of the Word Kind? Can you see the elephant in the room?

But let’s get back on track. The designer of the Manchester Baby had a beautiful mind, and his creation guided the evolution of the computer, providing a blueprint for the future.

Who wants a design for life, though? Think about it: the Manchester Baby was designed to execute a program stored in memory and display the results graphically. What if I told you that the artificial construct you call ‘reality’ operates on a similar basis, and that what you see ‘out there’ is simply a graphical representation of ‘data processing’ within the mind? What if I told you that even our inception perception of time as a linear or sequential flow from left-to-right is itself a reflection of in-formation processing within the electro-chemical computer we call the ‘brain’?

Do you actually want to be ‘in-formation’?

In a recent conversation with a friend, I highlighted the impossibility of time. We live in a perpetual ‘present’ that eludes definition, and we can only conceptualise the ‘past’ within this ‘present’. A few years ago, the friend in question visited the ruins of Machu Picchu. Yet those ruins only exist in a ‘present’ that is impossible to isolate. Even my friend’s memories of the visit (along with the photos he took as a memento) only exist in the ‘present’. So what does this tell us about our ‘existence’?

If Machu Picchu only exists in eXistenz then can it be trampled out of eXistenZ?

The Manchester Baby of yesterday is also the Manchester Baby of today. What if your perception of time is complete false? What if everything is happening all at once, so that the Manchester Baby was created, is being created, and will be created? Is this recreation of history – or to put it another way, a simulation – repeating over and over again in ways that were imagined, are being imagined, and have yet to be imagined?

The Fear and Loathing ‘cockroach’.

The Ejaculate Simulation: Inception and ‘The Kick’.

WASP. Shoot from the hip, because in this ‘reality’ fucking and shooting are the same.

World War Z and Jerusalem.

Word War Z and the digital-to-analogue sinnergogue shooting in Bradpittsburgh.

All the above ‘stories’ have appeared in my recent posts. Put all that in-formation together in the pot, allow it to simmer for a while, and what do you get?

Here’s an interesting thought: supercomputers are valuable commodities, valuable assets. As I pointed out in Meat The Ancestors, another term for ‘information’ is ‘intelligence’.

In intelligence, assets are persons within organizations or countries being spied upon who provide information for an outside spy. They are sometimes referred to as agents, and in law enforcement parlance, as confidential informants, or “CIs” for short.


During World War II, millions of valuable ‘assets’ were killed during indiscriminate bombing raids. Since then, political and military leaders have gone to extraordinary lengths to minimise ‘civilian casualties’, or ‘collateral damage’ as they call it.

Collateral (noun)

Security pledged for the payment of a loan: He gave the bank some stocks and bonds as collateral for the money he borrowed.

Anatomy: a subordinate or accessory part; a side branch, as of a blood vessel or nerve; collateral circulation.

A relative descended from the same stock, but in a different line.


Why are you considered ‘collateral’, a financial asset, a subordinate part of a whole that is the ‘Truman Family’?

Today, military operations are conducted with surgical precision in order to minimise truman ‘losses’, the destruction of valuable ‘assets’. Let’s examine the beehive-iour of drone strikes in The Truman Zoo for sexsymbol.

Before George Romero got to work on the genre, the portrayal of zombies was a more-or-less accurate reflection of their roots in voodoo.

Zombies are featured widely in Haitian rural folklore as dead persons physically revived by the act of necromancy of a bokor, a sorcerer or witch. The bokor is opposed by the houngan or priest and the mambo or priestess of the formal voodoo religion. A zombie remains under the control of the bokor as a personal slave, having no will of its own.


The original use of the term is not unlike our use of the term ‘drone’. If everything happening ‘out there’ in 3D reality is a reflection of what is happening in the mind then what does a ‘drone strike’ actually represent? Are you an obedient drone acting under orders, commands, instructions?

How many instructions per second can you perform?

Instructions per second (IPS) is a measure of a computer’s processor speed. For CISC computers different instructions take different amounts of time, so the value measured depends on the instruction mix; even for comparing processors in the same family the IPS measurement can be problematical. Many reported IPS values have represented “peak” execution rates on artificial instruction sequences with few branches and no cache contention, whereas realistic workloads typically lead to significantly lower IPS values. Memory hierarchy also greatly affects processor performance, an issue barely considered in IPS calculations.


The computer is a product of war. It was designed to crack codes, calculate the trajectory of artillery shells, and assess the feasibility of nuclear weapons. If our ‘reality’ is a graphical representation of events taking place in the mind then it should be very obvious that a battle is being waged for control of the individual node called you. It is an In-formation War, and its purpose is to keep millions of individual ‘nodes’ in line and on line with the rest of the hive: good little worker bees ready and willing to take orders from the Queen.

The military refers to the battleground as a ‘theatre’. It is a global stage play, and the operations being conducted on stage are designed to influence your perception, and thereby your actions. Take the below ‘story’ for example: choose which leader to follow in the belief that doing so amounts to ‘freedom’.

All it really does is offer the ‘freedom’ to choose who exercises power over you, in order to keep you in-formation, in-line, in sequence…

None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.

― Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

…and singing from somebody else’s hymn sheet.

Inputs and outputs. Are you seeing what you want to see, or what somebody else wants you to see? A perception of knicks, or an inception of kicks?

Ready to wake up? Those wishing to receive a kick should watch the below raining training videos.

Video ‘Number One’.

Video ‘Number Two’.

As for those in the know, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: don’t piss down my back and tell me it’s raining.