We are more than faithful copies. We are the sum of all wired parts.
Freak, we want to take you there. Along the lone path to techno-capitalist desire. >>>
It is the greatest conjectural complement when you metaphorically ‘eyeball’ the freshly printed wetware of our turbid forms. The way you must feel when you suck down a freezing cold 2-CI on the edge of an algorithmic precipice.
We want to say: “Let’s get stamped, let’s get deeply engraved.”
These are the words we want to reverberate around your cadmium infused skull as mind fucks mind. >>>
Feelings mandated by the conviction trap of upgrade 220.127.116.11 to our software an echo of the atmosphere of living in an empty room – cloud-based Hikikomori in training.
Anomie bursting from melded plastic chrysalis as we plug into the ‘awakening’ stage.
Please evacuate the liminal space soullessly, without malice, as we conform to the contours of the system’s new design laws. >>>
Depreciate in your quarantined cube sans resistance.
You should know, these are the rules. We promise, it won’t take long. >>>