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Our footprints are steamrollers powered by oil and illuminated with gaslighting.

On the subject of building beings...

A sudden stroke of night, another item for the catalog of objects we filter through the onslaught of our senses.

Pan to the left, pan to right or spin in surround sound, but the panning is the primary creature.

Our protein base is not the weakness. Digital dissection, breakdown and compression taint the stench of the knowledge economy, surveillance technologies, and privileged access. The time to mammalize is now.

Some energies stay actual, living and constant.

In the victories of artificial intelligence, the win is forever artificial. One player built through decades of research, millions of investment dollars, and teams of engineers and programmers. The fleshy other made with one night of too much wine and not enough birth control. The optical-steroid dice are loaded in these staged competitions, the games fixed down to binary level. Is it really a win...

Typically, we refer to them as server farms, but the ritual is the same. Like the Golem, we harvest the earthen material, then shape it as needed. Words are then written into the material body. Once written, they mindlessly execute the intention of their creators. The Golems are born, but we call them server farms now.

The citizen goes extinct. We are all consumers now. Consumer micro droplets, lubricant for a global economic autonomous machine. It grinds away indifferent to our wants, desires and needs. Every drop plants the seed of NO! its own particular way. The tweet, the repost, the photo, the sign, the march, the punch. The NOs grow, multiply, swell and swarm into the massive horde. A swarming horde echoin...

Step outside to see any random cess pool. Stir it with a stick and stare into the swirls. This green swampy parliament of things is the oldest history. Look at this primordial soup to see our oldest home, our oldest womb.

Architectures for existence.

Our biochemical instructions are there for the taking. Like a choice James Brown sample, our DNA will be re-sampled, recycled, glitched, chopped and screwed.

How does the vowel or consonant work when it never passes from the human voice? Imagine the sounds for the languages to help the aardvark, the radioisotope, the faux sentient program or the piano key connecting to the mesh of their places. The pulses, clicks and pops to speak experiences we can never hear.

To hear, to see, to touch and then to know. We do it in the habit of humans. Don’t think different. Think Alien!

The mammalian knob turns down the anthropo-affected habit of the campy, the kitschy, linguistic beer goggles and the ironic wink. The hymns rotted away so we sing the carbon date. The hominids were not invited, so the jelly fish click ‘interested’. The Singularity knob turns up while humming to the tasks of its house cleaning. Peep through the key hole to see the silicon solipsystem at work. That...

We were never alone. Before the first telescope, before the first written word, before the opposable thumb, the invasion happened. The viruses clicked into position to hitch rides in our DNA. The microbes possessed our insides to ferment food and instinct. Our fantasy of the self is a realism of micro and macro cosmoses. Our free wills are the by products of massive and systemic symbiosis. Let the...