I was right.

I – am – going to gloat.

So here is me gloating:

I told you the Nation State didn’t have a chance. I told you we’d be a bunch of roaming nomads.

In 1997.

I was right. – Wells Fargo is about to go under, Yahoo has been hacked releasing the data of 500,000,000 – probably by a Chinese hacker with acne.

Of course. They want you to believe it was the Ruskies.

HA.

It’s 2016.

There have been 34 Terror Attacks globally, in the last year alone.

18 U.S. mass Shootings. The 3rd world is in flames.

Baltimore.

The computer quells the literate impulse of The Renaissance, forever to be replaced with non-visual-by-means of the Eye, Eternal: NOW.

The message of the cursor is NOWness.

Like the trigger of a revolver that feels so much better to squeeze… Like the screen, incomplete by the nature of the space between its pixels, bringing – ‘Participation.’ – The gun, the rifle, incomplete without its pilot.

Not the complete, book.

The pen, the pencil, its paper and margins – the permanent, such a disappointment nowadays…

The computer is ephemeral, but also conditions the boundless impulse.

Ya remember what the 19th century’s end felt like? It’s because we accepted anything was possible and the state of technology moved so quickly that we felt boundless. Like floating in space, but moving toward something …wonderful.

Massive.

The Desktop is boundless. The Desk, the page… has edges and sequence.

Not A-synchronous.

Browsers are heterogenous option systems.

The gravity defying buildings of today could never be built without computers.

Transactions are parsed into packet-data. And so our brains interpret how it processes information, as decentralized into soundbites and whole new boundaries emerge on the face of the Earth.

The Net has rendered us into Earthlings. Never Citizens. Again.

Nations cannot rule over many lives under the weight of (n)etworks.

Industrialism is officially over.

Networks?

Decentralized. Balkanized.

We are about to take the mirror of Capitalism, and shatter it into a billion pieces.

Look down at the ground, and what?

T-1000.

If we are the 5th Estate. – What it reforms into, is the Sixth.

It already happened to the Soviet Union. And we gloated over our “Victory.”

Only to learn it wasn’t the Pentagon that defeated the Ruskies, but the Fax machine.

And the cell phone’s decentralizing effects on politico-social-geographic transactions.

Now you will listen.

Colonies. Tribes.

Tri-

balism.

It is the imperial age we have rediscovered. The new Fuedalism.

1929, is 2008. Don’t let em fool ya.

Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, Good Morning America, The Steelers and

…Tent Cities.

Detroit.

Can you hear those violins?

The life-boats are for women and children, only.

Whole Opera Houses, not underwater.

Not 500 protestors arrested in Times Square.

And – not – reported on any major network.

Beef. Meat. Pounding 3rd world villagers into nothing for a coffee bean.

The future of The Corporation is a contradiction in terms.

Over-proliferation is the infancy of the end of production.

We see it now as transactions reach near light speed, a culture of returning goods, and moving products faster and faster for the consumer to exchange, changes the nature of a product to a service. And so too with it, the perception of a product as an end-state. That is, that of products themselves. This is because an ‘end-state’ itself–is what a product, is.

Then, automation will not only replace workers and slaves, but their Stockholders too.

What’s a Stock Market when computers predict every little rise and fall… Of every company, even future ones?

Impossible. That’s what capitalism is, or any ‘ism’ is, in the digital era.

Machines will produce everything and be in everything. Clothes will be grown and keep growing as ongoing botany on your person.

Mass production. Nope. Mass anything is gone.

Machine-Gestalt. Machines make and repair themselves. The Aircraft take off in our sleep…

In the end, eventually…nothing will be reproduced either, but last eternity. Yielding the Static age. Where Clocks the size of Skyscrapers, chime only once in every 10,000 years.

The computer will embed itself deep into us, into our tables and chairs until they are so transparent we know; they aren’t really there at all.

And a camera, every atom, then every Quark.

Ray Kurzweil knows it. The job of sentient beings is to make the Universe itself, animate.

Are you?

Animate

?

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I was right.

I was right.

I was right.

I – am – going to gloat.

So here is me gloating:

I told you the Nation State didn’t have a chance. I told you we’d be a bunch of roaming nomads.

In 1997.

I was right. – Wells Fargo is about to go under, Yahoo has been hacked releasing the data of 500,000,000 – probably by a Chinese hacker with acne.

Of course. They want you to believe it was the Ruskies.

HA.

It’s 2016.

There have been 34 Terror Attacks globally, in the last year alone.

18 U.S. mass Shootings. The 3rd world is in flames.

Baltimore.

Baltimore.

Baltimore.

The computer quells the literate impulse of The Renaissance, forever to be replaced with non-visual-by-means of the Eye, Eternal: NOW.

The message of the cursor is NOWness.

Like the trigger of a revolver that feels so much better to squeeze… Like the screen, incomplete by the nature of the space between its pixels, bringing – ‘Participation.’ – The gun, the rifle, incomplete without its pilot.

Not the complete, book.

The pen, the pencil, its paper and margins – the permanent, such a disappointment nowadays…

The computer is ephemeral, but also conditions the boundless impulse.

Ya remember what the 19th century’s end felt like? It’s because we accepted anything was possible and the state of technology moved so quickly that we felt boundless. Like floating in space, but moving toward something …wonderful.

Massive.

The Desktop is boundless. The Desk, the page… has edges and sequence.

Not A-synchronous.

Browsers are heterogenous option systems.

The gravity defying buildings of today could never be built without computers.

Transactions are parsed into packet-data. And so our brains interpret how it processes information, as decentralized into soundbites and whole new boundaries emerge on the face of the Earth.

The Net has rendered us into Earthlings. Never Citizens. Again.

Nations cannot rule over many lives under the weight of (n)etworks.

Industrialism is officially over.

Networks?

Decentralized. Balkanized.

We are about to take the mirror of Capitalism, and shatter it into a billion pieces.

Look down at the ground, and what?

T-1000.

If we are the 5th Estate. – What it reforms into, is the Sixth.

It already happened to the Soviet Union. And we gloated over our “Victory.”

Only to learn it wasn’t the Pentagon that defeated the Ruskies, but the Fax machine.

And the cell phone’s decentralizing effects on politico-social-geographic transactions.

Now you will listen.

Now you will listen.

Now you will listen.

Colonies. Tribes.

Tri-

balism.

It is the imperial age we have rediscovered. The new Fuedalism.

1929, is 2008. Don’t let em fool ya.

Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, Good Morning America, The Steelers and

…Tent Cities.

Detroit.

Can you hear those violins?

The life-boats are for women and children, only.

Whole Opera Houses, not underwater.

Not 500 protestors arrested in Times Square.

And – not – reported on any major network.

Beef. Meat. Pounding 3rd world villagers into nothing for a coffee bean.

The future of The Corporation is a contradiction in terms.

Over-proliferation is the infancy of the end of production.

Then, automation will not only replace workers and slaves, but their Stockholders too.

What’s a Stock Market when computers predict every little rise and fall… Of every company, even future ones?

Impossible. That’s what capitalism is, or any ‘ism’ is, in the digital era.

Machines will produce everything and be in everything. Clothes will be grown and keep growing as ongoing botany on your person.

Mass production. Nope. Mass anything is gone.

Machine-Gestalt. Machines make and repair themselves. The Aircraft take off in our sleep…

In the end, eventually…nothing will be reproduced either, but last eternity. Yielding the Static age. Where Clocks the size of Skyscrapers, chime only once in every 10,000 years.

The computer will embed itself deep into us, into our tables and chairs until they are so transparent we know; they aren’t really there at all.

And a camera, every atom, then every Quark.

Ray Kurzweil knows it. The job of sentient beings is to make the Universe itself, animate.

Are you?

Animate

?