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.