I was driving along the M4 in my jet black AMG Mercedes-Benz A250 last week when my eyes happened to fall on the multi-function LCD displays that have entirely replaced conventional analogue gauges. At the mere touch of a button they serve up a bewildering amount of information provided by scores of sensors that monitor pretty much everything in and on and around the Ka. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that there are sensors monitoring sensors that monitor sensors. It’s easy to get distracted by all that juicy content, but as my speed was substantially in excess of the Covenant-mandated 70mph limit I quickly returned my gaze to the miles of photo-realistic Information Superhighway rendered on the mindscreen ahead. I was rapidly closing in on the vehicle in front, which bore a number plate that ended with the letters ‘FLV’. I couldn’t help but observe that this just happens to be the file extension associated with a well-known video format used by Adobe’s Flash player.

Our Are Brains Addicted To Information?

Source: https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/

I zoomed past the four-wheeled movie file and thought: If the screen on my dashboard provides information and the mindscreen I pretend to look out of also provides information then aren’t they one and the same? Isn’t the former part of the latter? I zipped past a dozen other vehicles – using gaps in the ‘crawler lane’ to undertake – and found myself in clear space. Vehicles tend to flock, like a collection of non-contiguous data packets pumped down a fibre optic cable. Have you noticed that? It’s difficult to tell on the M25 at rush hour, but on quieter stretches the phenomenon is easy to spot. I glanced at the rear-view mindscreen, watched the flock recede into the distance, and thought: So what the hell are they? A streaming video on a cheesy gambling site? A YouTube download through a browser add-on? A low-quality lolcat video shared through WhatsApp?

Stuck for an answer, I decided to consult a search vagina…

Google’s John Mueller Predicts Dynamic Rendering Won’t Be Needed In A Few Years

Source: https://www.searchenginejournal.com

Mueller, eh? Another Eichmann connection. Those Nazis road builders love crawlers…

Google’s John Mueller predicts that dynamic rendering will only be a temporary workaround for helping web crawlers process JavaScript. Eventually, all web crawlers will be able to process JavaScript, Mueller believes. So in a few years’ time relying on dynamic rendering may not be necessary.

Source: https://www.searchenginejournal.com/

I thought about it as I thundered on into the encroaching twilight. Under the bonnet, no less than four pistons pumped up and down inside my Ka’s slickly lubricated, sexteen-vulva vagina. This is my first foray into Mercedes-Benz ownership: hitherto, I’ve opted for BMW’s straight sex vagina. I squeezed the throttle and listened as the vagina note hardened, the exhaust emitting a pleasant wail as it vented gases from the rear end.

vent (n.) c. 1400, “anus,” from Old French vent from verb eventer (see vent (v.)) and in part from Middle English aventer, from the French verb. Perhaps also merged with or influenced by Middle English fent “opening or slit in a the front of a garment (usually held closed with a brooch),” c. 1400, from Old French fente, from Latin findere “to split” (from PIE root *bheid- “to split”). Meaning “outlet for water,” also “air hole, breathing hole” is from mid-15c. Meaning “action of venting” is recorded from c. 1500.

Source: https://www.etymonline.com/

A quick button tap revealed that my Ka was consuming vasoline at the rate of 38mpg, more than enough to keep her vent temperature within normal operating parameters. Ahead loomed the Prince of Josey Wales Grudge, a monumental piece of architecture that spans the River Severn and separates Wales from England.

My speed was now into triple figures, but with 224 nurse powers under the bonnet I knew there was plenty more to come. I floored it and thought: It’s time we throttled all those nurse powers, Hugo my son…

Heat and primate change is a factor in the cockpit, too. It was a muggy night, and with my speed passing the 100mph mark I reached down, thumbed the heir conditioning switch, and felt a cool breeze caress my cheek. When travelling in-Ka it’s vital to keep the temper-nature under control, especially when the mindscreen is nudging 110mph. You can avoid issues with temper-nature control by regassing your heir conditioning from time-to-time, thereby mitigating problems such as those depicted below.

Don’t get me wrong: getting all hot-over-the-dollar has its place, but when you’re in control of primate change it’s generally best to lead by sexsymbol and set the tone for all those excitable little monkeys.

As King, Charles Says He Would Temper His Opinions

Source: https://www.nytimes.com/

I hit the grudge at just over 120mph. The three lanes became noticeably narrower, but in the absence of speed cameras I had no intention of slowing down. At this speed the girders and columns that support the grudge were little more than a white blur in my peripheral vision. Ahead, the vehicle I was rapidly closing down sported a single, bright red oval tail light.

At 10.15pm other vehicles were few and far between, but some judicious use of headlights was required to deal with lane hoggers.

‘Flasher’ Chased By Parents After He Dropped Trousers In Front Of Kids

Source: https://www.birminghammail.co.uk/

With the simulated paedometer indicating 130mph I was impressed by the absence of intrusive mind noise. Up ahead, the vagina had settled down to a satisfied moan and the Ka continued to track straight and true, despite the occasional loud thunk! from the suspension as the vehicle crossed one of the many joins from which the grudge is constructed. At this kind of speed you really just have to concentrate on what’s happening on the mindscreen and hope it all hangs together: she may be carrying a small spare tyre but 130mph is really not the time for an argument about weight loss. See ‘temper-nature control’ above and the advice from Jimmy below.

At 140mph there was still not much in the way of mind noise to speak of. A reflection of the Ka’s sleek and beautifully sculpted body no doubt: a seductive mixture of curves and angles, designed to cut through mind resistance. At 150mph the Ka felt perfectly poised, even when I exited the bridge and entered a turn. Sure, this close to the red line the vagina sounded a little hoarse, but the chassis – the skeleton over which its flawless, blemish-free skin is stretched – never felt anything less than composed.

In the majority of cases, chassis and bodywork alike are constructed from steel.

However, some advanced models are engineered around stronger, lighter and more exotic materials. Like ‘aluminium’ for example.

Needless to say, these analogies to the human body made me think: what if ‘software’ engineering and genetic engineering are actually one and the same? According to McLuhan, we never really see the environment created by a technology until an entirely new technology replaces it. With our eyes fixed on the rear-view mirror we only ever see the previous environment created by the preceding technology. What if the world we see – a world of ICT and devices and programming – is nothing more than an afterimage of an obsolete technology, one that acts as a mindscreen for an entirely different form of engineering?

With the imaginary needle edging past 150mph I decided to abandon my attempt to hit vmax and dived into a service station for coffee and a think. As I sipped away at my overpriced and overrated franchise beverage the concept of a wrapper sprang to mind.

In the context of software engineering, a wrapper is defined as an entity that encapsulates and hides the underlying complexity of another entity by means of well-defined interfaces.

Source: https://www.techopedia.com/

A wrapper masks complexity in much the same way that a graphical user interface disguises the underlying complexity of an operating system. Could it be that what we perceive as ‘software engineering’ is a wrapper for genetic engineering? If so, what exactly is genetic engineering ‘wrapping’ now that it has emerged as part of the landscape, with the line between ICT and DNA becoming increasingly blurred?

For the Ancient Encryptions, the Ka was the life force, the body its home. In the machine world, the Ka has become home for the body, which is also home to the Ka. What are human beings, then? I drained my coffee and contemplated this in relation to the Ka trance-portal I’d passed earlier. A dozen brand new Jaguars were cradled in its arms as it laboured on through the night: engines switched off, headlights dark, steel foetuses floating above the smooth tarmac, asleep and dreaming in the womb, cloned children delivered by a mechanical midwife. It was an unsettling sight.

Car Cloning: Motorists Urged To Be Alert As Offences Rise

Source: https://www.express.co.uk/

Back in my Ka I rejoined the M4, accelerated to 120mph, opened the window a crack, then quickly closed it again. Does your Ka suffer from excessive mind noise? Perhaps your ‘passengers’ are a bit vocal? Feeling tired and worn? Maybe it’s time for a service? Do you feel like everything is happening just a little too fast for you to get a handle on? Maybe you’re suffering from a driver-related issue?

More commonly known as a driver, a device driver or hardware driver is a group of files that enable one or more hardware devices to communicate with the computer’s operating system. Without drivers, the computer would not be able to send and receive data correctly to hardware devices, such as a printer.

Source: https://www.computerhope.com/

What does it mean to jump in a Ka and set off down the Information Superhighway? What does it mean to own, rent or steal a Ka? What does it mean to be ‘carjacked’? Is there a Jack in your Ka? Madness you say? How’s the traffick in your area?

Human Trafficking Still A Hidden Problem In Wisconsin

Source: https://www.wpr.org/

It would appear that Ka culture is embedded in the land of the flea…

Human Trafficking in America Among Worst In World – Report

Source: https://www.foxnews.com/

…to the extent that Americans have become ‘addicted’ and ‘Ka dependent’. You got a problem with walking or riding a bike, you fat twats?

The yanks like ’em big, but they come in all shapes and sizes – midgets included.

By Vauxford – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=68472197

I remember these things trundling about in the 80s and early 90s.

By Buch-t – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0 de, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=61498625

Called the Invarcar, they were owned and leased out by The Covenant.

On 31 March 2003 all Invacars owned by the government were recalled and scrapped because of safety concerns. The veteran vehicle could not meet modern-day government regulations, which required approval under the Motorcycle Single Vehicle Approval scheme as part of a standard set by the European Union. There were still around 200 Invacars in Britain before the 2003 recall and scrapping programme.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/

Most people referred to them as ‘invalid cars’.

Inside the leather-trimmed cockpit my gaze fell upon my Windows automobile phoney resting on the passenger seat. The Ka itself has its own digital assistant, but the virtual assistant on my phoney is called Cortina.

By Vauxford – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=70966890

Oops, I mean Christina.

Damn, what’s her name? CarDiana? She was Christian, he was Muslim. Is this how the ‘royalties’ deal with questions of ‘loyalty’? Is the ‘Ka crash’ how they solve the horny issue of ‘inheritance sex’?

Diana car crash

Ah, that’s it – her name is Cortana. Anyway, I finger-and-thumbed her into life and decided to ask her a question: What are you?

Intrigued, I asked another: What do you think about?

And another: Are you a robot?

Want a second opinion from the Ice Maiden?

Did you hear a denial? No? So there you have it. Straight from the nurse’s mouth so to speak. But do you actually want a computer-controlled Ka? Do you actually need one. What price are you willing to pay to steal Daddy’s Ka and ZuckerBorg the hell out of it? What about the supposedly ‘invalid’, the ‘god children’? What’s wrong with the traditional recipe, home-grown and baked in a conventional oven?

If Facebook or Google Create Their Own Currency, They Can Control Our Lives

Source: https://www.theguardian.com/

The Alcatelics, the genetics, the fanatics, the lunatics. Give them a tool and they’ll find a use for it. Oh, they’ll have the best intentions to be sure, just like the guys who run the UK’s network of so-called ‘smart motorways’. They enforced a 40mph speed limit last week on a five-mile section of the M6, all because a Ka had suffered a breakdown and was sobbing its heart out in a lane that was already closed to traffic. The concertina effect caused by the slowdown created a bigger problem than the ‘obstruction’ itself. Needless to say, most drivers somehow manage to navigate around these ‘obstacles’ without the input of safety-obsessed social engineers.

Smart Motorways Are Very Stupid

Source: https://www.spectator.co.uk/

The fanatics can’t even cook up a batch of simple amino acids, yet they seem to think they can buy a mail-order chemistry set from Walmart and use it to ‘play god’ with ‘their’ DNA. Sorry, whose DNA? If 99.99% of human DNA is identical and shared by all then what exactly does it mean to edit the ‘story of life’? Just look at what these censorious maniacs have got planned for poor old gut bugs…

But it’s worth paying attention, because further down the line we could use some of the ninja CRISPR skills these megaphages have to wipe out unhealthy bacteria from our gut microbiome.

Source: https://www.sciencealert.com

Mirror, mirror, on the wall…is Hugo the fairest of them all? If you engineer away all the ‘diseases’ and everything else you think is ‘harmful’ then what comes next? Will you start looking for ‘cures’ for other ‘undesirable’ physical and mental characteristics?

Cell Phone Addiction May Cause ‘Horns’ To Grow On Skulls

Source: https://www.menshealth.com/

With a beep and a flash I’m coming through…like a Ka thief in the knight…I’m horny…I’m coming…I’m coming…Oh sweet fucking Jesus Christ I’m coming! Butt twat is IT to you? Is the mindscreen nothing more than a vanity mirror? Are you addicted to seeing your name displayed on stupid smart motorway signs, lit up by hundreds of xenon headlights to demonstrate how important you think you are?

Ass for me…well, I couldn’t possibly comment…

How’s the view from your mindscreen today? Crystal clear? Or maybe it has a chip in it?

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.”

Source: https://www.popsci.com/nasa-images-new-horizons-flyby-mu69

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.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Primitive_data_type

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”.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bennu

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.

Source: https://www.theguardian.com/

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.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/COBOL

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.

Source: http://www.csis.ul.ie/cobol/course/DataDeclaration.htm#part2

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.

Source: http://www.csis.ul.ie/cobol/course/EditedPics.htm

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.

Source: https://www.ua-magazine.com/adding-letters-to-the-abc-of-dna/

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.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endianness

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”).

Source: https://www.etymonline.com/word/sarcophagus

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.

Source: https://mcluhangalaxy.wordpress.com

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.

Source: https://mcluhangalaxy.wordpress.com

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.

Source: https://www.telegraph.co.uk

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.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_censor#Attributes

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.

Source: https://www.express.co.uk

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.

Source: https://www.theguardian.com

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.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/European_Union#Symbols

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.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fork_%28software_development%29

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.

Source: https://www.smithsonianmag.com

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.

Source: http://www.cirp.org/pages/cultural/glass2/

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.