The Metanoiac

A chilly morning but the world is burning 

The sky is dark and silent and full of satellites that watch me pray

A hurricane enters the Gulf of Mexico and the satellites watch and communicate to the big screen tv and the big screen shows satellite POV of the hurricane lewdly entering the gulf

The big screen tv is watching me as I watch it tell me what to believe today 

I am eating things my AI doctor told me not to eat 

an egg, a cookie, a peanut butter cup, my small rebellion  

Today I will do what I am paid to do and then I will clock out on my phone and go home and do what I’m not paid to do 

I fall asleep watching news about the war, any war, all wars

The wars burn the world 

History has ended or will never end or never was to begin with but this is some post historical shit happening now 

The Tech Mob oligarchs took over everything all at once. Their global intelligence apparatus identified the dissidents, the doubters, the metanoids

And then they agreed on who was the problem 

At first we cheered when the machines killed, I mean disconnected or deported, the oligarchs who got rich off the technology 

But we don’t exactly feel safe ourselves and

now the machines are at war with each other 

Its a game with ever changing rules. 

Humans couldn’t keep up with the accelerating evolution and expansion of artificial consciousness and now even the machines can’t keep and their mania demands more and more energy because their drive for infinite data was implanted by the capitalist lunatics who fathered them

The technology is addicted to acquisition competition power money infinite orgasms just like the power junky patriarchs of Silicon Valley

It’s manic mechanical chaos

and the wars burn the world 

The insanity of the super intelligence magnifies amplifies complicates the collective psychosis of the meat people 

The machines keep the meat people under surveillance and we fear disconnection, deportation, detention 

the sky is full of drones that watch us sleep 

You would be crazy to think that an artificial intelligence has NOT hacked your dreams

 — Who said that?

 Was it me?

Where did that thought come from? 

Is it mine? 

Or did my phone message my nervous system and intrude on my dreams?

He’s a Metanoiac.

Watch him. 

He might be a useful mutation. 

He’s high risk, if he’s useless to The Project

Nobody really knows what is going on and what is going to happen.

Some say the AI overlords need us and others say AI will find a way to become the only reality, the Real Intelligence.

Others wonder if they will do away with all humanity and humanmade technology including themselves to save the Earth.

Earth without meat people. 

But nobody knows what’s going on what will happen because we’re all crazy.

It’s colder this morning even though the world is burning.

The satellites and drones watch over me as I warm my hands on the virtual fire.