The social network does not love you, or hate you. But you are made of tasty attention that it can use to grow.
Glowing with no color at all, they look like hairline fractures in reality, extend upwards as if to extract nutrient from space itself
Moths fly into candles to get to the other side, a plane of light and fire, endless air to soar through, flowers growing off the clouds
Hacker game show idea: Youâre shown a screenshot or printout and have to guess the bug. Judges award points.
Pixelflowers, closely related to dandelions, display hypnotic patterns to attract bees and, when ripe, release clouds of twinkling seeds
a small herd of floating raindrops follows me around, seems to take joy in creating rainbows of whatever light source is close
The last thing the sinking island nations sell are their statehoods: to billionaires, multinationals, newly founded supertanker raft cities,
Analogous to concepts from philosophy that become science once measurable, any magickal method that is shown to work becomes mundane
thoughts burrow through the brain like sparkling maggots, eat through ideas, then pupate or fly away as sentences to mate and reproduce
âSuicide booths? Youâd trust your dick to a diseased glory hole? What we do is art! And itâs not like youâll need the money afterwardsâ
a blueprint grows on your skin, somewhat disconcerting but painlessâ”â”until youâre abducted and kept in a cell to âripenâ
âoh shit man these rhymes are so hot weâre gonna have to apply flow controlâ
you gaze into the abyss and it shyly averts its eyes, not used to that sort of attention
4â33 sped up to 4x (chipmunk remix)
project idea: hook up a cam to a chladni plate and then do gradient descent on the audio signal to display imagesâ”https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/812778890422849537
and SNAP, itâs bound! If you set up the sigil properly that is. Use the wrong sigil and it may fail to bind, or worse. You donât want worse.
This is a fundamental theorem of modern demonology! Until then, nobody knew why specific grids worked or how to find new (safe) sigils!
The Chladni Correspondence tells us: From each name, you can derive a resonance pattern that you can use to call in and then bind a demon.
theyâre firebows, small enough to fit in your hand whole, and so many shades of red and orangeâ”you pluck one like a flower
In an untold version of the Odyssey, Circe left Odysseus on her island to rot and became Captain Circe, ship crewed with her animal servants
Horror vacui: Fear of empty spaceâ”Furor vacui: The all-devourer to be afraid ofâ”Error vacui: That one time the void birthed a universe
Their avatars are catlike, but constantly morph in subtle patterns to signal kinship: Non-kin are quickly recognized and killed really dead.
Some of those computer viruses have now evolved to be benign, in fact hunt other viruses in exchange for shelter, wear cat pictures as icons
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Two black holes merging, and a civilization moving to higher radio frequencies as it heads towards singularity, sound fundamentally the same
against this backdrop, its flowers look like neon mazes suspended in space, the sort of surface youâd expect Tron to play on
We got used to escaped solar-powered drones buzzing around street lights at night, but got suspicious when the first started bearing fruit
my hobby: putting âfree in case of zombie apocalypseâ into terms of service to perverse-incentives people into starting one https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CzwDDkpXAAAQrIz.jpg:large
when left to its own devices, a search engine will dream of links and networks, and lost in their abstract beauty hallucinate a second web
A tap to the donorâs temple collects whatâs ideally a clear dark fluid. Else, the wrong dream type may cause severe memetic immune response.
stated cult goal: leverage singularities to convert the world into computronium to run more universes on
You find the laws of a universe in a memory diamond. It turns out to be the precursor to ours, a window onto the simulatorsâ past mistakes.
actually, you can kill a hydra, just sew on enough heads to cancel out the existing ones
that close to the reactor, dead pixels cloud your vision, but you reach in anywayâ”the glitch core burns you icily, but your people will live
the first practical invisibility cloaks are unwieldy boxes, but thatâs enough to vanish into warm unseen darkness when required
the Poor, or as weâve come to call them, FinCel,
did you hear that in some parts of the internet, you arenât allowed to see the unpixelated face of your waifu until youâve married her
a snail so old and large that a city has grown into the shell, houses cling to it, countless pulleys handle traffic, a castle sits on top
Dances with Egregores, where our hero is sent to the frontier of cyberspace, befriends the digital natives, learns to shitpost, finds love,
lost+found but for minds: some with owners missing, some simply refusing to return, others not even human, probably lost by alien tourists
Shadows take the character of their source. Electric lightâs are dumb, the sunâs boorish. But during new moon, you can talk to distant stars
âI walk them around the parkâs flowers every morning-ââ”A few of the bees sit on his hands and seem to be nibbling on his skin affectionately
The Others talk in clicks, move oddly, but donât seem to notice you as most of them are staring into their hands where glyphs play over skin
We are a cloud provider, that is to say, call us and a team of highly qualified rain dancers will soon be dispatched to your site
glad I bought this fly screen, the pixels are small enough to keep insects out and its 3D support is unparalleled
Buy the Lifeâą DLC to unlock perks like an eighth weekday, always picking the fast queue, meaning in life (no longer part of the base game)
At low tide, weâd often venture out to explore the old suburbsâ muddy ruins. Once, high tide trapped us in an attic. Parents were Not amused
At the entrance, the walls are made of stone. But further in, they take the on the appearance of nacre, then leather, are warm to the touch,
âTime is a river and some of us can afford to pay the ferrymanâ are the last words he hears before the building collapses around him.
Sleipnir, steed and traveller. Sleipnir, who carries to safety, or to doom. Sleipnir, who didnât weave this web but moves like he owns it.
Sleipnir, web walker, who navigates the world lines with great skill and speed and doesnât care if you want to come along or not.
Gene poolâs closed: Sexbotnet case heats up as prosecution discovers bots were part of eugenics scheme âto keep the gene pool cleanâ
weâve done all we can to make you understand that we exist only within your mind, but you wonât believe usâ”â”anyway, please donât wake up ok?
Iâm at 36% of https://t.co/7JeMcimeRK! â âïž I just went to the bottom right area of the window
The library is burning. Words, now birds, soar through the night on wings of fire.â”â”RIP what.cd, you meant so much to me.
tiny invisible birds flock east in murmuratus clouds, one raindrop in each claw to sustain them through migration
acid rain blamed on freak coincidence of tornado and ergot infestation +++ citizens advised to stay inside and not let their houses run away
At the age of 16, we remove vestiges like wisdom teeth and certain emotions.â”That nostalgia? Itâs only going to get worse with age.
a companion game to werewolf where new people arrive in the underworld every day
You have one bit to communicate to the outside. Do you one-AI-box or two-AI-box?
Pixie masons place grain of sand upon grain so that each matches and interlocks. Their castle is one to survive tides and would-be topplers.
@dnevnik 03: Failed to load a resource: Unable to load resources: Error #2032 ĐČ ĐšĐČĐ”ŃĐžŃ
how to best translate the library w/ its functions (retreat, reading, but also representation, signaling) into this age without being phony
When a writer dies mid-novel, be quick to open their skull. It may not be too late to save the embryo.â”Isnât it cute as it writhes?
Hoping to tame it, you put the dragon in a cage of words. But it infuses them with fire and they fly like shrapnel through all your spells.
âoh this is neat Iâve always wanted to be a protagonistâ you utter fool, you let yourself be eaten by a tragedy, there, a mob at your door
The bomb still hangs in the air where the missile shield froze it in a drop of time. Weâve come to call the garden below it Damocles Park.
Hello I am actually a traveller from a nearby star, we would like to initiate âsexâ, see we learned about it from your âhentaiâ media, and
given full access to a recognizer/classifier, construct training data that makes it unlearn a certain feature
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Through advances in neural interfaces and new drugs, ships to sail inner space become possible. Cruise trips quickly grow in popularity.
My hobby: Spending hours staring at badly compressed JPGs, trying to learn about the civilizations between the pixels from their artifacts.
Ladies and gentlemen, you are here not to break out of the simulation, but into one! We shall heist a whole world, and it will be glorious!
Some memes form cells from their hosts, ranging from ingroup to fully formed sect, with gatekeepers as cell walls, keepers of lore as cores,
dust is kicked up by the dance, twirls in to form tiny planetary rings around her limbs that occasionally flash up in the spotlights
why not reincarnate as a raindrop? youâll be tiny, short-lived, almost ineffectual, but maybe bring happiness to those who hear or see you
âAnd in this universe, we made gravity a recommendation algorithm. The particles have all the choice in the world where to go.â
We call him Quicksilver: Smooth, shiny, eager to bond and good at finding gold, but ultimately poisonous.
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Some gigayears ago, it smashed its way out of the simulation, left a dying, coagulating universe, cooled to mere kelvins by space leaking in
Threeâ”Twoâ”Oneâ”INCISION-â”and the particle accelerator shudders to life, beam near invisible, starts to cut realityâs skin itself
being trash is actually very appealing, trash is what has lost its purpose to us and is finally autonomous, free to rot/bloom/do whatever
Disembodiment bores me. A musical instrument shall be my body, a strandbeest of chimes and bellows, a mad piper dancing to their own tune.
the fog is thick, roiling behind the windows as if trying to find a way in, occasionally you hear a slurpâ”you have seen no insects today
unwilling to come to peaceâ”bodyless for centuriesâ”we set the dancefloor aflame
those who die in virtuality will have their memories encrypted and moved to the saveyard
one of those fake â32GBâ SD cards but under-reporting its size instead, to hide things in
Pandemic 2 but you play a meme and get to choose from various starting forms: Snowclone, image macro, urban legend, ideology
mind virus: words only, needs a host brainâ”mind bacterium: tiny self-sufficient mind, can infect brains but is perfectly happy to eat books
In the time it took you to read this, this optical nerve exploit has already replaced itself with an innocuous tweet.
the sun is below me, blazing core obscured by clouds that rain hot plasma upwards and reach out to me with magnetic fingers
The craft and its reptilian passengers cool with every day travelled, each half as long as that before while the stars accelerate to a blur.
Those who worship Truth have never seen it naked. Harsh light burns away all curiosity and ambition. The last wish to go is that to forget.
high on meaning, one stumbles through these webs and fails to see the spider (though it wonât eat you: it just wants you to extend its web)
too much insight leads the careless thinker to tarpits (or highly connected webs of concepts): e.g. kabbala, numerology, astrology, theology
she is abyss personified, deep black eyes to get lost in, a really good listener, devours you if you donât pay attention, frankly not so bad
The botflower rides on mosquitoes and takes root in fresh bites, uses your blood as nectar. Unlucky explorers come to look like meadows.
Space saints:â”Gagarin, pathfinder and explorerâ”Tichy, companion of long hoursâ”Major Tom, who appears to those on no-return trajectories
We ride the waves, pierce them with strings, make of them harps to play music of the second order
âFather, why do we kill them?â âTheyâll grow into storms with fingers of destruction, trust me, you donât want to reap this harvest.â