want a better OS? virtual office, just saying. now that we got decent graphics and those goggles and stuff. now all we need are reliable robots to tell us where exactly on the floor did we throw the McMahon account.
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| "objectous" benjamin harubin 2016 electronic media |
where are the controls for this thing?
life II storage- build your private kingdom/bedroom.
don't let your data fall into the wrong hands.
buy insurance.
encode into DNA and sow the little von neumanns.
like prove that the aliens aren't here.
or that we are not, in fact, the extaterrestials, giorgio. can any you coneheads?
the cloud is a pastiche, a palimpsest of geologic stratification with degradation
and transformation, burial and retrieval.
but the current state of information flow is not omni omni. or even beer.
so, does information ever get lost-
forever in a black hole,
or will it hawkingly radiate,
chaotic patterns emerging like hot minerals from a mid ocean vent plume,
fed on by ravenous crawlers and spiders and vac bots,
which in turn eventually provide food for information scientists.
millions fragments of chats survive in icechunks,
in fragmented rock.
but we are yet nowhere near actually cloning that dinosaur
let alone the mammoth.
nay,
even,
the uncertainty of history (and knowledge) is increasing,
increasingly at a greater rate.
do we know who we are and where we've been?
blur the line between fact and fantasy cause now gaming is top biz.
-and the media modulates the matrix.
so, we don't can't really prove our point.
we make it up as we go along. naive, i know.'/
to be all scientific and shit, you gotta be very organized; rigorous, even. files.
organized by you
in your memory palace
where there's a door behind a cabinet in the attic that you haven't seen in a long long time and it leads to unused wings that you never knew were there.
