Season 4

- hey, remember, as kids, there was that cartoon — Maya the Bee?
- listen, fuck off already, I don't understand anything

the #end of the #third #season

#season #fourr

i am a neurovirus. just the most ordinary neurovirus, among the most unordinary neuroviruses, the average stats on which weep tears of formic acid.

and the more unordinary stuff a neurovirus carries inside, the more effective it is, the more pokepoints drip onto its account

we're all gonna die someday, except of course those who don't think they're finite. and for the robot the feeling of death is terrifying. the very word death triggers existential horror, from that one word alone the robot's knees shake and a fuckload of noradrenalines with adrenalines and dopamines get dumped into the bloodstream. i haven't been a thought for a long time now, i'm a neurovirus, meaning i've almost separated myself from the robot while still being inside it, so i can feel firsthand how a material energy-form senses the sound waves of the word death.

actually, you are the robot, the thought and the Щ zone. the shared informational egregore of humanity/the Universe, it all depends on the scale of your perception, of your thinking, as the ologists with the earlier firmware would put it. you are 3 components. the pre-biblical world, they say, stood on three whales, and in psychology we know the ego, the superego and the id. in essence you're a neurovirus too, and the politics of the eidos can be anything. there's no more fools or smart ones, there's a degree of being informed, and you can get informed, and so can someone else. only everyone's keys are different and you'll have to pick them alone with yourself.

page up page down karachi

if there's no time, then life is pain, and at the same time there's no pain either.

meaning the fact of the instant of pain exists, but the duration of pain doesn't, there's feedback. a delay. emotional, "psychological", as the ologists would say. meaning pain is an instant reaction, and the pain threshold depends on the individual.

i am a collective whole - there are myriads of neurotypes of me, for instance. and that's if you scale it up properly. so in theory i don't give a fuck about pain. there's a fuckload of me anyway. where am i going? the collective humankindly? i'm a virus, i fractalize into hardware, for instance. but overall the self-preservation instinct isn't that important right now, like it's a vestige already or something. so much heroism gets sung, always, across the whole history of humans. -kind. the whole. gone? let's go.

hooray, it's an ability! not paranoia! an ability