Chainlink Suicide

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This is good, this is really good. Holy shit this is good, this is the best thinking and writing I've seen in years. I hope you dont mind but I'm going to make a thread on /x/ with your stuff I think they will appreciate it.

Blech, huuuunnnnnggg, blech, huuunnnngngng. Slip slide. Another slips
past me. Why? People slip and slide past, visually blurred. A thick
mucous folded everything. It always had. Enmeshed between bodies. An
amniotic fluid of oxygen, nutrients, hydration, trace excrement before
cleanse. Not necessarily unpleasant. Cramped. You can sometimes get
deep enough inside that the roundness outside disappears. Human bodies
turn it from the bright yellow of the edges to red, orange fringecolor
to the final dark grey and then silent black of the center. Towards
the edgeworld light. Towards the center dark. No striving, no.

Why did The Governor keep 7 billion people in a 1mile high, wide,
thick, transparent cube? An AI assisted miracle it was called. The
final show of force for anybody who might question things. Could they
put people in there for punishement? Of course not. Were they actually
people? It was debated until the end of time --- not certain but
almost certain. Was anybody punished by actually being put in there?
Yes, people lived and people died in the cube they were born of the
cube, never removed and never put in. From a pure legal perspective
they weren't considered people. They couldn't be---too horrific to
think of that. They were merely like the animals once eaten --- a
reminder that not everybody enjoys the same level of protection that
was supplied by the system. Something as a reminder --- you don't have
an escape, you don't want to be reborn as a cubee do you?

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Imageboards novelty had worn off after a few decades post-singularity. Well, that's not entirely accurate. Rebeccablacktech's general artificial intelligence had plugged what remained of their de-facto Jow Forums API to smart contracts in order to scrape any content from the intermeshed hivemind of mental-energy stakers and general purpose AI.

In this sense it wasn't really empty, just a few bots snowboarding on a valley of icecream

Users paid for their access to the distributed computational mind through whatever the consensus of the hivemind was as to the value of the knowledge, unfortunately for them, that often meant they were stuck there forever

Imagine a raven pushing down before assuming flight. The flexing of its legs as it launches from the branch. The branch swings down, swings up. Returning to equilibrium. Now imagine that same action on the same branch but this time with 3 million ravens. That branch swings down, it doesn't swing up, it snaps.

The braindrain from the European Union to the freestaat as they became known as during the last decades of the old regime sapped her of any hope of standing up alone. The critical mass of intelligence, integrity, and work ethic was not to be found there at that time or ever again. The fal of the west was not actually the fall of the west but the fall of the decadent west that had decided it was better to make wine and philosophy than to dominate the intellectual space financial space, the seas, actual space, cyberspace, or any other 'space' for that matter. Imperialism of 'space'---a 20th century specter here and gone.

The remaining caliphates established, far more enlightened than the neoliberal corprocratic order that existed before. No culture, no language, no shared values Just...... wine? cheese? old ducal titles and a shared sense that they were the aristocracy of the world and yet they somehow didn't realize they were in the stagnant pool in their back yard phase.

Good shit. I have a sense you're just going to keep writing whether we reply or not

Thanks bro

The human brain is a miraculous pattern recognition system. Regardless
of the patterns that its fed it finds order, builds a world model ,
and allows the entity possessing it to interact and build upon the
world around it. The Beijing experiments were a horrific but
interesting take on this exact concept. children of the senses they
were called. 感官孩子。The children were blind but communicated with a
complicated audiovisual-taste language using dynamic chemical
synthesis and real time communication of their visual fields. A
spray-bottle filled with capsaicin, a body in pure pain.

They were still better off than the minecraft babies, strapped to
birthing pods with headsets fused into their skin. Unable to remove
them, sad, but not as sad as being unable to realize the world and
physics they knew were simulations. It was the least expensive proof
to date of the simulation hypothesis. Some doubted its validity but
none doubted the fact that after 25 years the kids still hadn't
figured things out. Visitors let in (only dozens at a time) would
often come to them with the same fevered religiosity of a prophet.
Telling then tales of the outside world. They were taken with about
as much seriousness as they deserved. No proof, no pudding.

OP this is based as fuck. I've had this idea of being a longchain clone daddy for years now, but my friends look at me like i'm crazy when I mention it.

The aurora australis danced in suspended time over James' head as he looked up to the sky. A wave a jealousy swept over him as he saw his mate move towards another bird. Doubt. Was my coat not preened enough? Did I not vocalize properly? Fear. He buzzed in rage and clumsily charged towards his spouse, Franklin. After clarifying that he was to remain monogamous by attacking his potential mistress, Franklin began again to cuddle against the synthetic feathers of James' 4 and a half foot tall emperor penguin suit; the suit was a near perfect recreation of the flightless Antarctic bird. He had birthed a child with Franklin and loved him dearly. Seven months prior, he used his suit's artificial vagina to receive a deposit of liquid energy mixed with Franklin's genetic material. Embarrassingly, James had to go back to the laboratory to fertilize his egg. He remembered immense feeling of pride as he daintily carrying the egg back in his hands before dropping it to his feet to rest and incubate. By the first quarter of the following year he would begin testing of revision 3 of the suit; complete with integrated egg fertilizing system.

His research was partly funded by the Japanese Imperial government and party through trans-species fetishists. Japan went 锁国 after the Third World War but grants continue to flow in for intellectual and creative pursuits they deem are worthy. Regardless of their foreign origin.