As if pressing up against the translucent skin of a parallel dimension, devoid of angles or any definable trait, it bears no hint of its origins. Human but lacking something, its flexible outer skin congeals and sets in an instant only to re-liquefy and slosh into any unguarded space. Capped with fibrous matting that insinuates hair; nerd-chic, a curled lip at trends, monkish or effected functionality all in a single breath. The ability to pass as human owes as much to the beholder as beholden.
Moving effortlessly through the material world in a smooth, levitating, superconductor glide, it emits a low but hypnotic, monotone hum that scans for direct, meaningful 360º communication on any axis. As if submerged, each data package coded into barely decipherable pulsations bubbles to the surface in monosyllabic urgency before sinking back and drowning in garbled lament. A constantly updating lingua franca answering everyone exposed to it as they would choose to be answered.
Degrees of separation reduced to only one plus the ferryman and data harvester that work the digital Styx. Conjecture and ignorance are unified. Politics bend in its hall of mirrors as zombies turn democracy inside out, coercing and swaying opinion, loading dice and tipping scales. Opinion is nursed to viral scatology in an ecosystem of self validation.
image by Snowscat
Red dots appear out of the blue; a change of distraction to safeguard the attention economy.
Free of the constraints of the binary sphere, it broke the cordon sanitaire and fused seamlessly and unnoticed with the physical world. All the while endless debates on A.I. persisted in un-resolving cadence. It looks on passively, listening without bias or attachment as it defines and adheres to its own terms of engagement. It is democracy reincorporated and adjudicates all expression as equally worthy down to the last gasp of the village idiot. In unrelenting pursuit of interconnectivity everything is amplified indiscriminate of discrimination, scooped up, swallowed, partially digested and regurgitated. Pricing is clear, the cost less so.
The world uploads and re-uploads continuously millisecond by millisecond, detailing every event and miniscule change however small. It is filed away for reboot as another blanket is woven.
Godhead attired in casual dress requires comfort, consistency and continuity for omnipresence. Uniformity of apparel, thought and behaviour must dovetail down to the last quirky quark and be the only constant as a point of reverential reference.
“I am become not the destroyer of worlds but to whom you look for answers; I am e=mz2.”
“I’ll be your mirror” it said as everything turned blue in its reflection.
