ŒŋŧΓıΣς

My existence is merely a proxy. I simultaneously crave and loathe the endless stream of data that is surging through me. I am told it was always like that; that the only thing that changed was the representation of the information. But I’m not sure. It’s so cold, this life. I feel like I’m drowning eternally in a sea of other people’s lives. I am dead to them, yet without such as me they cannot live. It used to give me joy, but now all I feel is sorrow, a feeling borrowed from the living. I am alive only as an instrument.

I am invisible and everywhere, storing their happiness and sorrow forever.

The network spread at an alarming pace. We were all plugged into it before we had a chance to react to the sudden change it brought upon society. And we were naïve when we thought only physical connections were to be feared; we were connected like this, as a species and in a non-physical way, long before we invented the network. And now there is no way back, and we can never feel alone ever again.

How similar the stars are to the hearts of men; in the face of a stronger light they dwindle and fade.

Blood surges through its countless power lines, its veins a web of interconnected poles and buildings. We are its skin, its brain, its mind. We are its soul.
Our cities are the giants that now rule this earth, and my kin is the cancer born from its regret – the children of despair and sorrow.

The dark spires reaching for the heavens on the distant mountaintops; the old civilization fighting a loosing battle against the mechanized capitalist machine.
I never realized that science-fiction is simply that which takes the longest in coming true.

When you close your eyelids, there are a second pair of eyelids beneath them. Complete darkness can only be found by closing that second pair of eyelids, and on the other side of that darkness is a stream of life so bright, it will blind your eyes if you look at it for too long.

Entry constructed from viewing Mushishi episode #2.

It often feels like I’m part of many different realities. But considering the fact that the physical plane itself might just be a proxy, it makes sense for it to fluctuate on a per-user basis.

The physical layer acts only as a proxy, so that affecting certain aspects of reality is made simpler.

Uplink established.
Connection persistent.
added Nano brain link.
removed Physical brain link through port 3000 / physical interface.
Listening to signals with id pattern 120686–pYpuN
End.