Mobile computers entice fitted creatures to transmit basic concerns into primary spaces. Migrating cares—apposite to the realm of the unclouded imagination—form virtual clouds. Towards the inside, nebulous hosts run vaporous servers tracking tenuous browsers. Yet another outbreak reinforcing the lie that vassals withering in idealism are rulers flowering in pragmatism.
The admired industrial revolutions of 1750 & 1850 conjured radical visions persuading throngs that gadgetry conveys ethereal capabilities. Collective humanity lunged at these mirages like a parched soul in the outback. Vanity increased, and we perceived ourselves soaring towards magnificent crests. Renegade philosophies thus unearthed pale doggerels as The White Man’s Burden. Wild assertions and violent actions symbolize ranks, grasping at nothing. Impressions of the King of kings and Lord of lords ordering this world—creating consequences for human behavior—waned.
Indeed, despite integrating mechanized resources into the milieu, uncertainty remains constant. Over thousands of years, humanity has endured common and personal vicissitudes—further designated as corporeal, intellectual, and moral. These contexts bear infinite characteristics, so any prescribed mediation from finite characters occasions trivial revolutions.
Observable restlessness was latent years ago; subdued by sovereign populations underpinned by a certain level of true faith. Subjectivity now prevails originating from dependence on hi-tech machines—a retrograde action—that ever more flags humans as relics. A revelation that poses a dilemma. Mechanical creatures posture an opportunity. Trans-humanism derives from “old religion.” Sortilege espouses paradise outside sacrifice, fame without shame, and salvation short of prostration. One wafer chip insert will spark renewal as a cyber-organism (or, putting it loosely: a mongrel).
People will choose the path of least resistance. Control of an ecological unit—such as a population—provides regulators with the liberty to include alternative sequences affecting reflex organisms. Should a biological crisis arise, for instance, an additional chain, or strand, will render the envisaged aftermath. Outwardly, it is the same as we observe modifications of the physical environment to the delight of throngs. So, patron saints soliciting fosterlings is conventionalism, or orthodoxy. Likewise, hangers-on trudging further down slippery slopes.
Experts/guides certainly mention nothing about practicing sorcery, or worshipping Lucifer…
Trust is not the answer, it is the question. A pandemic of public faith infuses those who have separated themselves from the hoi polloi in a spirit of antipathy. The corps d’ elite look down with disdain while proles look up in admiration. Crumbs fall from the tables of governors, and those governed sound manna from heaven. Pandemonium enfolds the public domain as people lunge for what they perceive is rightfully theirs, thus betraying wretchedness.
Whirra! Cannot change reality, only portray it.
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