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.

Meat the Ancestors

The subject of ancestry seems to be all the rage these days. Historically, keeping track of one’s descendents was the prerogative of royalty and the nobility, who had a vested interest in recording their lineage, the transmission of their ‘blue blood’ across time, and thereby their inheritance and right to rule. Today, however, anyone with a few quid to spare can get in on the act. It began with the rise of the internet and emergence of sites such as, which offer access to online databases of births, marriages, and deaths. This made it possible for us all to trace our ‘family tree’. More recently, the market has expanded to offer analysis of the alphabet soup that is DNA, for those keen to know whether their own truman source code contains Viking or Norman genes – or perhaps something even more exotic. Does it really matter, though? Whether you believe that truman beings evolved or were created by ‘God’, if you go back far enough then it all boils down to the same scenario: the original couple – the original copy of the source code – from which the whole truman family can trace its lineage.

The Inception Deception and the Family Tree: eat the fruit thereof and become like the gods, knowing ‘good’ from ‘evil’.

We don’t seem to be doing too well on that score though, do we? Moral codes derive from religions, and the modern ‘criminal justice’ systems they gave birth to still assume that a clear dividing line exists between ‘right and ‘wrong’ and ‘good and evil’. Ultimately, we make a mistake if we conflate ‘the legal’ with ‘right and good’ and ‘the illegal’ with ‘wrong and evil’. Changes to the criminal code create new forms of crime literally overnight, criminalising practices that were previously ‘legal’. The reverse is also true (albeit far more infrequently) inasmuch as changes can also decriminalise certain behaviours, although it goes without saying that pardons are visited upon those criminalised under the outgoing law only in exceptional cases.

It’s not difficult to see the similarities between priests and judges. Back in the day, a priest’s moral compass derived from encryptions inscriptions carved into tablets of stone…

…but it seems that even God was confused by his own legal proceedings. The Bible is awash with bloodshed, all of which was ‘author-ised’ by the man with the white beard, despite his holy injunction: Thou Shalt Not Kill. The Law’s uselessness as a moral compass should be self-evident. The case of Nazi code breaker and father of modern computing, Alan Turing, is a prime example. He was criminalised, chemically castrated and driven to suicide for being homosexual. The Law condemned his actions as ‘indecent’ and ‘immoral’, yet what it proscribes one day it permits the next. Today, the wheel has come full circle: those who speak out on the subject of homosexuality must guard their words, lest they find themselves held to account and criminalised.

Of course, it goes without saying that Her Majesty reserves the right to burp up pardons. By the time she saw fit to do so Turing was long dead, and very little is ever said about those of lesser status who were criminalised under the same law.

But I digress. Earlier today, a friend sent me the below image, depicting what looks eerily like one of Ridley Scott’s aliens adorning a 12th century abbey.

If you’re familiar with the Alien films (and the film Prometheus) then you’ll probably know two things about the creators creatures: first, that they were engineered by a more ancient race of trumans, and second that they had acid for blood. Oddly enough, so do we. The truman source code is DNA: Deoxyribonucleic Acid, which begs the question: are we the ‘aliens’? More to the point, if their source code is our source code then…?

It is us. It is everything.

And what is IT?

One of the first things I noticed when I started work at The Tabernacle College was that the computers were all made of stone.

Our ancestors wrote their encryptions inscriptions on stone tablets. The Sumerians wrote on clay tablets using a stylus.

From the ‘Stone Age’ PC, to the merely ‘PC’. Ever get the feeling that ‘god’ likes to mock The Fall, and those who fall for the immaculately conceived Ejaculate Simulation?

Eating the Apple: from the tablet and stylus to the tablet and stylus.

God giveth: Ireland votes to liberate itself and allow the piss to be taken out of those who, quite frankly, deserve to have the piss taken out of them.

And God taketh away. Having thrown off Covenant oppression, they now find themselves back at square one.

Ever get the feeling that ‘God’, along with The Covenant and its priests, are taking the piss?

The European Court of Human Rights (ECHR) has ruled that criticism of Mohammed, the founder of Islam, constitutes incitement to hatred and therefore is not protected free speech. With its unprecedented decision, the Strasbourg-based court — which has jurisdiction over 47 European countries, and whose rulings are legally binding on all 28 member states of the European Union — has effectively legitimized an Islamic blasphemy code in the interests of “preserving religious peace” in Europe.


Take Pope Frankie, the High Judas Priestess of The New Holy Woman Umpire, for sexsymbol. The fucker purports to warship the ‘Mother of God’ and her Ejaculate Deception, but can’t even bring himself to acknowledge what the ‘Holy Spirit’ so obviously represents in his trinity of Osiris, Horus and whatshername. As for the Holy Not-See and the kiddies…Jesus! If you ask me then Frankie needs to shut his mouth, sit down, and actually read the encryptions inscriptions that serve as his moral compass, and christian question the hell out of them.

Whether you refer to them as Osiris/Isis/Horus or God/Mary/Jesus, the Trinity clearly symbolises the original truman source code, the first ‘Holy Family’. Yet tracing our descendents back to an original pair praises raises some uncomfortable christians questions. Is it ancestors or ‘incestors’? Did they follow the sexsymbol of Ancient Encryption royalty and keep it in the family?

What about the creator of the source code, our true ancestor? The ancients used tablets, we use tablets. Our ‘modern’ IT systems run source code predicated on anthropomorphic concepts such as inheritance, parent-child relationships, and ‘classes’.

In object-oriented programming, inheritance is the mechanism of basing an object or class upon another object (prototypical inheritance) or class (class-based inheritance), retaining similar implementation. In most class-based object-oriented languages, an object created through inheritance (a “child object”) acquires all the properties and behaviors of the parent object (except constructors, destructor, overloaded operators and friend functions of the base class). Inheritance allows programmers to create classes that are built upon existing classes, to specify a new implementation while maintaining the same behaviors (realizing an interface), to reuse code and to independently extend original software via public classes and interfaces.

Source: Wikipedia

Take a look at the below story about a shooter shooting from the hip in the Ejaculate Simulation of ‘the gods’. If, as Marshall McLuhan maintains, the medium is the message then are ‘modern’ plastic and silicon devices as antiquated as stone and clay?

In this Information Age, are we all sitting in classes? Lined up in neat little rows of in-formation, scribbling away on our ancient tablets, and slowly beginning to learn that everything we see – including ourselves – is information and in-formation?

What if I told you that you are both an ‘informer’ and one who is constantly being informed upon? Ask yourself why science-fictionists are in such a hurry to develop artificial intelligence, as opposed to artificial consciousness. If you don’t know what I mean then consider the following synonyms for the term ‘intelligence’.

information gathering, surveillance, observation, reconnaissance, spying, espionage, undercover work, infiltration, ELINT, cyberespionage, humint;

Source: Google

If our ‘reality’ is indeed a simulation then are we in fact living in the past? Do ‘modern’ trumans inhabit a technological Stone Age in comparison with the environment that gave birth to the first ‘primitive’ nomads?

In The Colossus of Roads I observed that the early internet was referred to as The Information Superhighway, a digital network of roads. One of the first digital Wonders of the World was a computer named Colossus.

And one of the ‘ancient’ wonders of the world was the Colossus of Rhodes, modelled after the sun-god Helios, son of the Titan Hyperion.

Are we the mobile-phoney walkie-talkie ancestors of Colossus? Electro-comical cum-puters of ‘the gods’, who appear to rather enjoy mocking their most ardent supporters?

Is it time for the truman ‘meat computers’ to meet the Lightbulb Sun of God?

What if the ancestors – the ‘aliens’ – turn out to be us?

The Truman Zoo

Ever been to a zoo? These days they’re open to anyone willing to pay, but historically they have always been a symbol of Royal power. The zoo’s processor predecessor, the menagerie, dates back to the days of the Ancient Encryptions, and this tradition of treating animals like a private stamp collection was adopted by the empires that followed. Solomon, Nebuchadnezzar, and Alexander all followed the Encryption lead, as did the city states of Ancient Greece and the Roman Empire. The zoo proper, as a public rather than primate private display of exotic treasures plundered from conquered territories, has its origins in the 18th century. It was first established by order of the Holy Roman Emperor, Francis I, who opened his own private menagerie to the public in 1765. This magnificent act of Royal benevolence did not come to full fruition until the 19th century, however, when the need to entertain the masses and further the needs of science-fiction came together to produce the modern zoo, with which we are all familiar.

The Zoological Society of London was founded in 1826 by Stamford Raffles and established the London Zoo in Regent’s Park two years later in 1828. At its founding, it was the world’s first scientific zoo. Originally intended to be used as a collection for scientific study, it was eventually opened to the public in 1847. The Zoo was located in Regent’s Park – then undergoing development at the hands of the architect John Nash.

Source: Wikipedia

The ‘architect’ was John Nash. Now where have I heard that name before?

Talking of familiar names, one of my posts from last week was titled Primate Change, and the cover picture I used was from Planet of the Apes. Specifically, that of Caesar…

In my previous post, Come Ova and Play, I discussed the ‘MAGA Bomber’ in relation to nuclear weapons and the source code.

The ‘MAGA Bomber’ has now been arrested. And his name is…?

The term ‘issue’ relates to semen, ejaculation, and children.

Issue: Meaning “discharge of blood or other fluid from the body” is from 1520s; sense of “offspring, children” is from late 14c.


Do you think Cesar had enough ’tissues’?

Even the media got in on the acting: CNN’s entire office was ejaculated after a ‘suspicious package’ was found, although in their case it was a false alarm and the ejaculation turned out to be unnecessary. We can only hope and pray that they had plenty of tissue to deal with the issue, and that the post-ejaculation clean-up operation wasn’t too traumatic for them.

Source: Come Ova and Play

One of the interesting things about Cesar is his choice of transportation.

White van man. I seen to remember that the bad guy from Source Code had one. Can you remember what was inside it?

- Derek Frost. - Yes?

What happens when the nuclear material is divided?

The Big Gang Bang.

Ever get the feeling you’re a character in a global stage play, living in a world of ‘make believe’?

Something like this, perhaps?

Over in America, a.k.a. the United Estates of Vortex Pyramideum, they worship ‘The Profit’. Its citizens are under Mob Rule: gangsters who RECAPTALIZED the Ancient Encryption’s Pyramid Scam. Yet despite their cries of ‘Heil Caesar’ there can be little doubt that their crime is running out. They are refusing to breed, and they desperately need another economic Big Boom.

The same is true for citizens of the European Union, who labour under the oppression of The New Holy Woman Umpire. Why? Because ‘the capital’ is ‘the money’ and children are an ‘investment’ in the future.

Meanwhile, Britain (a.k.a. The Rainbow Alliance of Gender-Non-Specific Safe Spaces, plc) wants to go it alone in a politically correct hell of its own making. Just look at the school system, for example.

The Covenant trains its ‘pupils’ to be good little ‘eye spies’, but on its own terms – which are no more or less insane than those of the so-called ‘opposition’. The situation is even more confused in Northern Ireland, where citizens get hot-under-the-collar on the subject of which ‘cross-community’ they should belong to.

Should they stick with Team GB or join forces with the Pope Bomber? Cross or crescent moon? Heil Caesar or Heil Mary? Heil ‘The Profit’ or Heil ‘The Prophet’? Not much of a choice, is it? Yet is it really surprising when we consider that all states are run by The Covenant? And is it any wonder that the deluded fools who wield power in its Inner Sanctum believe that they are ‘rite’? Here in the UK at least, each and every insane policy initiative is prefixed and/or suffixed with the phrase ‘it is rite that we do this’. Why?

Rite: (a usually religious ceremony with) a set of fixed words and actions: funeral/marriage/fertility rites. You have to go through an initiation rite before you become a full member.


But let’s get back to the zoo. What does the term mean?

A zoo (short for zoological garden or zoological park and also called an animal park or menagerie) is a facility in which all animals are housed within enclosures, displayed to the public, and in which they may also breed. The term “zoological garden” refers to zoology, the study of animals, a term deriving from the Greek zōon (ζῷον, ‘animal’) and lógos (λóγος, ‘study’).

Source: Wikipedia

It’s said that animals are not conscious in the way that truman beings are. One of the most basic tests of ‘self-consciousness’ is the ability to recognise yourself. But if reality is a mirror and you are unable to recognise yourself in that mirror then in what sense are you ‘self-conscious’?

What if ‘reality’ is a simulation in which your own thoughts and memories are played back to you in symbolic form? A kind of IQ test for the artificially intelligent, to determine whether bio-robots have the capacity for true self-awareness?

A human Truman Show, the purpose of which is to determine whether there are any ‘supertrumans’ capable of breaching The Fourth Wall that separates watchers from players?

The fourth wall is a performance convention in which an invisible, imagined wall separates actors from the audience. While the audience can see through this “wall”, the convention assumes, the actors act as if they cannot. From the 16th century onwards, the rise of illusionism in staging practices, which culminated in the realism and naturalism of the theatre of the 19th century, led to the development of the fourth wall concept.

Source: Wikipedia

A bit like this, perhaps?

The Human Zoo: a ‘private collection’ of truman animals designed to self-replicate via ‘primate ejaculations’ in a ‘primate simulation’? Is it madness?

Or has someone made a monkey out of you? If animals could talk, how would they describe the bars of their enclosures?

Are we amused? As entertained by it all as the watchers? Or does learning that there is no difference at all between the penis and the gun leave you feeling a bit disillusioned?

On 14 January 1978, during the tour’s final date at the Winterland Ballroom in San Francisco, a disillusioned Rotten introduced the band’s encore saying, “You’ll get one number and one number only ’cause I’m a lazy bastard.” That one number was a Stooges cover, “No Fun”. At the end of the song, Rotten, kneeling on the stage, chanted an unambiguous declaration, “This is no fun. No fun. This is no fun — at all. No fun.”


You know, tired of being a stooge on stage…

Those with eyes to see should read the story behind God Save the Queen, on the Atom and Eve of Her Majesty’s Jubilee.

If the lightbulb finally comes on for you then why not give the Highnesses and Graces of this world the finger, and join up with me instead?