5/eh

(Science Fiction) Many still reject the Network. For their work I am grateful. At present juncture, I feel death drawing near. I have no will to become a zombie as such, and doubt even my senses, my limbs. If the Network truly subsumes All, I depart from All. Lateral infection notwithstanding.

4/eh

(Science Fiction) Though I maintain my breath, the chemical soporifics are difficult to endure. It's not unlike an attack by a cybernetic hivemind species whose entire motive is infection. A man-made mind-virus, computer-aided, sure, but not superior. Man is fallible; it's a man-made mistake.

3/eh

(Science Fiction) When they speak, they are not speaking from a place of heart and empathy, but reading lines from a prompt. They believed they would become more intelligent, more powerful. Instead, they lost their minds. A hollow society subsumed into a network of control.

There is no core.

2/eh

(Science Fiction) Even those I once thought nearest to me, and the only people I could trust, have been stolen by the Network. I see the way they aggress, and I can tell they are afraid. Their own senses betray them; they don't hear my words anymore. Instead, they see a fabricated transcript.

I really don't get it, it sounds like she's reading lines. They never hear anything I say, so I can only assume they've got some sort of filter and it's misinterpreting, or changing what I said in their heads? It's so weird, I know they all just build the lie about me being crazy. 100% they project.

I meant induction en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inducti...

Acoustic resonance imaging (utilized within ultrasound scanning) is not expensive nor an inaccessible technology, and I've long hoped to make a homebrew solution; that does exist already; bonus, a green light sensor on a watch can learn and reproduce from subtle light changes the motions of fingers.

if you have a set of canal earbuds (or maybe even anything) with a microphone and audio output, the data transmitted from the microphone can absolutely be used for acoustic resonance imaging of your brain, and that is just a fun bit of something I will hope that I have time to code someday.

Notes for students who study "my" life, art, and the legacy of our quest to become less ignorant:

- The number of unresolved stories and questions is innumerable.
- You get out what you put in, interpretation-wise.
- "At some point, it can make sense. But only if you don't try to make sense of it."

(observers laughing in non-being) "ah, how is this one self-aware? dare we continue to fuck with her? but of course, what else can be done..." (thank you observers, I am existing to my fullest practice. I breathe)

(slurry title of my life's memorial film they will reenact with timetravel; I wonder, who am I this time doing this great research into pain and sorrow, to watch her whole life on full manual without any hints?)

That said, I know that the "eliki" (fucking give me a break) or cancer of hatred is actually infested and maintained by those who perpetuate violence and hatred, and so I just have no choice but to become their scapegoat and continue to perfect my art in the violent isolation of a horrible situation

As a result of that feeling of utter isolation and hatred pointed towards me without my ever having a say in what people have decided I deserve, I am drawn continuously toward my own desire for suicide. It's a lifelong thing. I get it, you want me to die. I keep fending it off. I have work to do. OK