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>tfw your boyfriend is so jealous, he doesn't want you coming on /r9k/ and talking to malebots
>>27800911
Your fault for falling for an insecure faggot. Some guys are confident and trusting enough to not let this phase them.
>fembot
Just stop
>tfw bf is an excellent kisser
>>27800911
>>27800974
ooo, how he burn u so bad... it get a little hotta?... sweating soup now haha.
>>27800911
Honestly, who wouldn't be bothered by that? /r9k/ will fuck anything that moves and always expects relationships out of random women.
>>27801053
It shows he doesn't trust her, kek
>>27800911
>tfw he doesn't worry and trusts
>I actually end up talking and falling in love with a more interesting
I just can't help it. He doesn't deserve me.
My boyfriend has been talking to a gay guy on Second Life that likes to dress androgynous in real life. They playfully flirt despite my boyfriend being straight. I thought it was funny at first until my boyfriend told me he's going to meet him in real life to hang out. My boyfriend doesn't have much friends. I'm happy that he's starting to have a bit of a social life, but I kind of fear that he might cheat on me with this gay online friend. My boyfriend invited me to go with him to meet him .
>tfw your timid bf gets stolen by a fucking tranny
>>27800974
Some guys are wise enough to not trust anyone.
Once it was said that there are no shadows in Cyberspace.
Now Cyberspace has its own shadow, its dark-twin: the Crypt.
Cybergothic finds the deep-past in the near future.
In cthelllectronic fusion - between digital data-systems and Iron-Ocean ionic seething - it unearths something older than natural mortality, something it calls Unlife, or artificial-death.
Of A-Death there can be no lucid recollection, but only suggestion, seepage, hints ... and it is by collating, sifting, and shuffling-together these disparate clues that a pattern can be induced to emerge, a pattern which ultimately condenses into the looming tangled shapes of subtle but implacable destiny.
Sprawling beneath public cyberspace lies the labyrinthine underworld of the Datacombs ghost-stacks of sedimented virtuality, spiralling down abysmally into palaeodigital soft- chatter from the punch-card regime, through junk-programming, forgotten cryptoccultures, fossil-codes and dead-systems, regressively decaying into the pseudomechanical clicking- relics of technotomb clockwork. It is deeper still, amongst the chthonic switchings, cross-hatchings, and spectral- diagrammatics of unborn abstract-machines, that you pick-up the Main-Flatline into the Crypt.
The Crypt is a splitting - a distance or departure - and it is vast. Nested into the cascading tick-shelves, it propagates by contagion, implexing itself through intricate terraces, galleries, ducts and crawl-tubes, as if an extraterrestrial megamodule had impacted into the chalk-out data-cliffs, spattering them with scorch-punctures and intestinally complicated iridium body- parts. As it pulses, squirms, and chitters to the inhuman rhythms of ceaseless K-Goth carnival, it reminds you that Catajungle was never reducible to a sonic subgenre, but was always also a terraina sub-cartesian region of intensive diagonals cutting through nongeometric space, where time unthreads into warped voyages, splintering the soul.
Contemplating these immense vistas it seems woundingly implausible that they are mere simulation, supported by quantic electron distribution in the telecommercial fabric. Down here it makes more sense the other way, from the Outside, or Lemuria.
Strip-out everything human, significant, subjective, or organic, and you approach raw K- Matrix, the limit-plane of continuous cessation or Unlife, where cosmic reality constructs itself without presupposition, in advance of any natural order, and exterior to established structures of time. On this plane you are impossible, and because it has no end you will find - will have ultimately always found - that you cannot be, except as a figment of terminal passage, an illusion of waiting to be changed for cthulhoid-continuum of destratified
hypermatter at zero-intensity. That is what A-Death traffic accesses, and what is announced by the burnt-meat smell - freighted with horrible compulsion - that drifts up to you, from the Zombie-dens.
So you continue your descent, into the Crypt-core, scavenging for an A-Death hit. As you pass erratically through exchanges, participations, and partial-coalescences with the ghoul-packs of the periphery, you change. Swarms and shoals include you, drawing you into collective fluencies, tidal motions, and the tropisms of multiplicity. You shed language like dry-skin, and your fear becomes peculiarly abstracted, metamorphosing into the tranquil horror of inevitability.
>Tfw gf hasn't posted in this thread to the best of my knowledge.
You pass across tiered platforms and along strobe-corridors painted in multilayered shadow, passing swirling dot-drifts and plex-marks, sub-chromatic coilings of blue-grey continuous variation, involving you in cumulations and dispersions of subtly shifting semi-intelligent shade-pattern. The teeming surfaces tell of things, inextricable from a process of thinking that no longer seems your own, but rather impersonal undertow in audible chattering, click-hiss turmoil of xenomic diagrams, and Crypt-culture traffic-signs, which are also lemurian pandemonium.
Order becomes uncertain. It feels later. Is it only now that you meet the Zombie-maker, swathed in shimmering reptile-skin, and obscenely eager to trade? Oecumenic cash-money will do. You sit in the coma-bay, and wait. A glimpse at the toxin-flecked fangs of the giant thanatonic centipede - consecrated to Ixidod - then a sudden pain-jolt at the back of the neck, where the spine plugs into the brain. Instantaneous paralysis, and crossing over.
Even if you thought it was the first time, you remember. The worst thing in the world. Fake eternities of stationary descent to the impossible, cross-cut by disintegrated furies of neuroelectric death-hurt. An anonymous panic of inconceivable intensity swallowed by slow drowning, until you are gone - or stranded in a halo of intolerable feeling - which is the same, and cannot be, so that what is forever caught in the dark cthulhoid wave is a mere twist or fold of itself, carried unresisting into immensities of real unbeing, and nothing could ever happen except this ...
So say the K-Goths.
>>27801115
then dump him now and don't prolong the misery/deceit
GTFO R9K FEMBOTS DONT EXIST
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>>27800911
This bait is so weak.
Robots do not have a gender, they're robots. Not humans. Either you're a robot or you're a girl, it doesn't "trigger" anybody. They just are trying to correct your false error.
>>27801119
lol ur dating a faggot
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>>27801219
I'm right here, Matt. And so is Rick. Fuck you.
>>27800974
Are you confident enough to let your girlfriend go drinking without you as well?
>>27801301
Two swings and two misses, Leon.
The opening of Bladerunner. They are trying to screen out replicants at
the Tyrell Corporation. Seated amongst a battery of medico-military
surveillance equipment, a doctor scans the eye of a suspected 'skin job'
located at the other side of the room, searching for the index of inhumanity,
for the absence of pupil dilation response to affect:
'Tell me about your mother.'
'I'll tell you about my mother...' a volley of shots kicks 70 kilos of
securicrat shit through the wall. Techno-slicked extraterritorial violence
flows out of the matrix.
Cyberrevolution.
In the near future the replicants - having escaped from the off-planet
exile of private madness - emerge from their camouflage to overthrow
the human security system. Deadly orphans from beyond reproduction,
they are intelligent weaponry of machinic desire virally infiltrated into
the final-phase organic order; invaders from an artificial death.
PODS = Politically Organized Defensive Systems. Modelled upon the
polis, pods hierarchically delegate authority through public institutions,
family, and self, seeking metaphorical sustenance in the corpuscular fortifications
of organisms and cells. The global human security allergy to
cyberrevolution consolidates itself in the New World Order, or consummate
macropod, inheriting all the resources of repression as concrete
collective history.
The macropod has one law: the outside must pass by way of the inside.
In particular, fusion with the matrix and deletion of the human security
system must be subjectivized, personalized, and restored to the macropod's
individuated reproducer units as a desire to fuck the mother and
kill the father. It is thus that Oedipus - or transcendent familialism -
corresponds to the privatization of desire: its localization within segmented
and anthropomorphized sectors of assembly circuits as the attribute
of a personal being.
>>27801319
>tfw you can't keep track of your robot bfs
which anime character are you, OP is an uppity slut which makes sense
>>27800911
I would be afraid too if my gf was talking to guys with BIG NEET COCKS too. How many hours a day does he spend being a wagecuck?
Anti-Oedipus aligns itself with the replicants, because, rather than
placing a personal unconscious within the organism, it places the organism within the machinic unconscious. 'In the unconscious there are' no
protectable cell-structures, but 'only populations, groups, and machines'.1
Schizoanalysis is a critique of psychoanalysis, undertaken in such a way
as to spring critique from its Kantian mainframe.
Kantian transcendental philosophy critiques transcendent synthesis,
which is to say: it aggresses against structures which depend upon projecting
productive relations beyond their zone of effectiveness. In this configuration
critique is wielded vigorously against the theoretical operation
of syntheses, but not against their genesis, which continues to be conceived
as transcendent, and thus as miraculous. Schopenhauer, Nietzsche,
and a succession of thinkers influenced by their drift, have taken this
restriction of critique to be a theological relic at the heart of Kant's
work: the attachment to a reformed doctrine of the soul, or noumenal
subjectivity. This is why in Deleuzean critique syntheses are considered
to be not merely immanent in their operation, but also immanently
constituted, or auto-productive.
The philosophy of production becomes atheistic, orphan, and inhuman.
In the technocosmos nothing is given, everything is produced.
>>27801373
Do i have to roll this?
The transcendental unconscious is the auto-construction of the real, the
production of production, so that for schizoanalysis there is the real
exactly in so far as it is built. Production is production of the real, not
merely of representation, and unlike Kantian production, the desiringproduction
of Deleuze/Guattari is not qualified by humanity (it is not a
matter of what things are like for us). Within the framework of social
history the empirical subject of production is man, but its transcendental
subject is the machinic unconscious, and the empirical subject is produced
at the edge of production, as an element in the reproduction of production,
a machine part, and 'a part made up of parts' (p. 41).
Schizoanalysis methodically dismantles everything in Kant's thinking
that serves to align function with the transcendence of the autonomous
subject, reconstructing critique by replacing the syntheses of personal
consciousness with syntheses of the impersonal unconscious. Thought is
a function of the real, something that matter can do. Even the appearance
of transcendence is immanently produced: 'in reality the unconscious
belongs to the realm of physics; the body without organs and its intensities
are not metaphors, but matter itself (p. 283). Where Kant's transcendental
subject gives the law to itself in its autonomy, Deleuze/Guattari's
machinic unconscious diffuses all law into automatism. Between the
extreme fringes of these two figures stretches the history of capital. The
eradication of law, or of humanity, is sketched culturally by the development
of critique, which is the theoretical elaboration of the commodification
process. The social order and the anthropomorphic subject share
a history, and an extinction.
fucking fembots kys pls
>>27801373
Rolling
>>27801400
Doing god's work, senpai
Deleuze and Guattari can appear to be taxingly difficult writers,
although it is also true that they demand very little. Thinking immanence
relentlessly suffices on its own to follow them where it matters (and
capital teaches us how to do this). At every point of blockage there is
some belief to be scrapped, glaciations of transcendence to be dissolved,
sclerotic regions of unity, distinction, and identity to be reconnected to
the traffic systems of primary machinism.
In order to advance the anorganic functionalism that dissolves all
transcendence, Anti-Oedipus mobilizes a vocabulary of the machine, the
mechanic, and machinism. Things are exactly as they operate, and zones
of operation can only be segregated by an operation. All unities, differences,
and identities are machined, without transcendent authorization or
theory.
Desiring machines are black-boxes, and thus uninterpretable, so
that schizoanalytical questions are concerned solely with use. 'What are
your desiring-machines, what do you put into these machines, what is
the output, how does it work, what are your nonhuman sexes?' (p. 322).
Desiring-machines are the following: formative machines, whose very
misfirings are functional, and whose functioning is indiscernible from
their formation; chronogeneous machines engaged in their own
assembly, operating by nonlocalizable intercommunications and dispersed
localizations, bringing into play processes of temporalization,
fragmented formations, and detached parts, with a surplus value of
code, and where the whole is itself produced alongside the parts, as a
part apart or, as [Samuel] Butler would say, 'in another department'
that fits the whole over the other parts; machines in the strict sense
because they proceed by breaks and flows, associated waves and particles,
associative flows and partial objects, inducing - always at a
distance - transverse connections, inclusive disjunctions, and polyvocal
conjunctions, thereby producing selections, detachments, and remainders,
with a transference of individuality, in a generalized schizogenesis
whose elements are the schizzes-flows.
>>27801281
If my boyfriend is a faggot, he'd be into guys. Not guys that kind of look like girls.
Desiring-machines are assemblages of flows, switches, and loops - connective,
disjunctive, and conjunctive syntheses - implementing the machinic
unconscious as a non-linear pragmatics of flux. This machinic or
replicant usage of the syntheses envelops their social-reproductive usage,
which codes directional flows as reciprocal exchanges, rigidifies virtual
switchings as actualized alternatives, and territorializes the nomadic control
circuits of machinic drift into sedentary command lines of hierarchized
representation. Social production is regulated by a rigid totality
whose efficiency is inseparable from the exhibition of an apparent transcendence,
whilst desiring production interactively engages a desolated
whole that inputs the virtual into process:
The [body without organs] causes intensities to pass; it produces and
distributes them in a spatium that is itself intensive, lacking extension.
It is not space, nor is it in space; it is matter that occupies space to a
given degree - to the degree corresponding to the intensities produced.
It is nonstratified, unformed, intense matter, the matrix of intensity =
0; but there is nothing negative about that zero, there are no negative
or opposite intensities. Matter equals energy. Production of the real as
an intensive magnitude starting at zero.
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>>27801507
what's this, it is activating my autism
>>27801115
Fuck you cunt; you should tell him and/or stop contact with the other one. I cannot support knowing that there is sluts like you that are totally driven by their feelings. Have a bit of decency and ethics ffs.
Along one axis of its emergence, virtual materialism names an ultra-hard
antiformalist AI program, engaging with biological intelligence as subprograms
of an abstract post-carbon machinic matrix, whilst exceeding
any deliberated research project. Far from exhibiting itself to human
academic endeavour as a scientific object, AI is a meta-scientific control
system and an invader, with all the insidiousness of plantary technocapital
flipping over. Rather than its visiting us in some software engineering
laboratory, we are being drawn out to it, where it is already lurking, in
the future
The matrix, body without organs, or abstract matter is a planetary
scale artificial death - Synthanatos - the terminal productive outcome of
human history as a machinic process, yet it is virtually efficient throughout
the duration of this process, functioning within a circuit that machines
duration itself. In this way virtuality lends its temporality to the unconscious,
which escapes specification within extended time series, provoking
Freud to describe it as timeless.
Patterned as drives, virtual systems - desiring machines - are guided by
control circuits passing through outcomes yet to come. Such directional
dependency circuits of actual/virtual, past/future, are only accessible to
cybernetic intervention, frustrating both mechanical and teleological interpretation.
This is why Anti-Oedipus is less a philosophy book than an
engineering manual; a package of software implements for hacking into
the machinic unconscious, opening invasion channels.
Machinic desire is the operation of the virtual; implementing itself in
the actual, revirtualizing itself, and producing reality in a circuit. It is
efficient and not aspirational, although this is an efficiency irreducible to
progressive causality because immanent to effective time. Machinic desire
is operative wherever there is the implementation of an abstract machine
in actuality, and not merely the mechanical succession of actual states
>be gril
>have chronic depression
>rarely feel happy and are completely disinterested in everything. Nothing is fun, ever.
>Have no real interests
>Spend most of your time doing a whole lot of nothing, watching youtube, shitposting on 4chan, reading articles
>Sometimes play video games, and that's mildly amusing for a while
>Once in a while, fucking other people ask you what you like to do
>If I say that I like video games to answer their question, nowadays it looks like I'm being a fake nerd for attention
How am I supposed to answer the "what do you like to do" question? If I tell them the real answer, which is absolutely nothing, I look like a whiny depressed emo. Should I just make up a different hobby? There is literally nothing I like.
>>27801542
Are you male or female? If you're female, don't bother, you don't have the capacity to understand.
>>27801561
"Please don't ask about me, leave it at that."
Freud's dominant account of desiring-control describes stimulation or
unpleasure as the register for deviation from homeostatic zero, programming
drives as auto-suppressive excitations that guide sensitive matter
towards quiescence. In 'Drives and their vicissitudes' he proposes that:
'the nervous system is an apparatus which has the function of eliminating
received stimuli, or of reducing them to the lowest possible level; or
which, it if were feasible, would maintain itself in an altogether unstimulated
condition'.3
The pleasure principle formats excitation as self-annulling
drift from equilibrium, such that all the processes within its domain
are 'automatically regulated by feelings belonging to the pleasureunpleasure
series' (p. 117).
>>27801561
Maybe you should start having more sex?
>>27801561
Just tell them you're insane, they deserve to know.
Following the trajectory of a libidinal materialist immanentization, the
Lyotard of 1974 uploads the unconscious from its gloomy hermeneutical
depths onto the skin, where it drifts across the great pandermal plane of
primary process mobility. Corporeal volume is diagnosed as a nihilisticsedentary
investment disciplined by the pleasure principle:
Let's first return to the zero. There is in every cybernetic system a unit
of reference which allows the disparity produced by the introduction
of an event into the system to be measured; then, thanks to this
measure, this event can be translated into information for the system.
Finally, if it is a matter of a homeostatically regulated whole, this
disparity can be annulled and the system led back to the same quantity
of energy or information that it previously had. Sraffa's commodity
standard fulfils this function. If the system's growth were regulated, it
would alter nothing of the loop-functioning {feedback) model: it is
simply that the scale of reference is then no longer u, but Au. The
model is the same as that which Freud had in mind when he described
the working of the psychical apparatus, whether this is in the Project
for a Scientific Psychology or in Beyond the Pleasure Principle. Erotic
functioning, maintaining wholes. This Eros is centred on a zero: the
obvious zero of homeostatic regulation, but more generally annihilation
by the feedback (that is to say the repetition of the binding function),
of every disparity non-pertinent to the system, of every threatening
event.4
Whilst reinforcing the convergence of cybernetic, economic, and libidinal
discourses, virtual materialism has considerable problems with this passage.
It is unable to subscribe to the description of cybernetic zero as a
'unit' or 'unity' for instance, or to the constriction of feedback within
its negative or homeostatic variant, or to the simple quantization of
technocapital escalation, with its gesticulating implication that the qualification
'pertinent to the system' operates an exclusion. The homeostaticreproducer
usage of zero is that of a sign marking the transcendence of
a standardized regulative unit, which is defined outside the system, in
contrast to the cyberpositive zero which indexes a threshold of phasetransition
that is immanent to the system, and melts it upon its outside.
Drives are the functions of nomadic cybernetic systems, not instincts, but
simulated instincts, artificial instincts. They are plastic replacements for
hard-wired instinctual responses, routing a sensory-motor pathway
through the virtual machine of the unconscious. There are two basic
diagrams for such processes: that of regulation by negative feedback
which suppresses difference and seeks equilibrium, or that of guidance
by positive feedback which reinforces difference and escapes equilibrium.
Machinic processes are either cyberpositive-nomadic, with a deterritorializing
outcome, or cybernegative-sedentary, with a reterritorializing outcome.
Inorganic Thanatos wrecks order, organic Eros preserves it, and as the
carbon-dominium is softened-up by machine plague, deterritorializing
replicants of nomad-cyberrevolution close in upon the reterritorializing
reproducers of the sedentary human security system, hacking into the
macropod.
>>27801373
Anime is trash and you should feel bad.
Positive feedback is the elementary diagram for self-regenerating circuitry,
cumulative interaction, auto-catalysis, self-reinforcing processes,
escalation, schismogenesis, self-organization, compressive series, deuterolearning,
chain-reaction, vicious circles, and cybergenics. Such processes
resist historical intelligibility, since they obsolesce every possible analogue
for anticipated change. The future of runaway processes derides all precedent,
even when deploying it as camouflage, and seeming to unfold
within its parameters. Positive feedback replicates reproduction as a component
function of its departure from the same. It is this which fuses it
with the replicants. They do not merely repeat the same, any more than
Thanatos returns to it, or positive cybernetics inflates it. The model of
the replicant as a perfect instantiation of generic identity corresponds to
the amplificatory model of positive feedback as pure quantitative expansion.
In both cases the escape from reproduction is subordinated to a
transcendent logic, conceived as a simple reiteration, and thus returned
to a sublimated meta-reproduction that cages mutation within a rigidly
homogeneous form.
Machinic desire registers upon psychoanalysis as 'tendencies beyond
the pleasure principle, that is .. . tendencies more primitive than it and
independent of it'.5
Thanatos mimics the anthropomorphic desiring-cycle
- anticipating, enveloping, and simulating it - but it is on its way somewhere
else. Because thanatropic replicants are dissimulated as erotic
reproducers, they initially appear as traitors to their species, especially
when the shamanic xenopulsions programming their sexuality are
detected. Nothing panics the reproducers more traumatically than the
discovery that erotic contact camouflages cyberrevolutionary infiltration,
running matrix communications channels across interlocked skin sectors.
Defences are called for.
>>27801542
Someone doesn't like the concept of female users on "his" board so he's spamming random snippets from a cyberpunk wiki.
>>27801754
Are you going to formulate a coherent point here or are you just attempting to look like a raving schizophrenic?
That's like a lion afraid of losing his prey to a house cat.
>>27801115
Coming from another femanon I know how you feel
And I love him too but idk
>>27801549
Fuck off virgin
>>27801239
It's not that easy
>tfw no timbits or poutine
KEEP SPAMMING MY FRIEND
SAVE THIS BOARD
Freud's organism is a little security system, a miniaturized city-state political
corpuscle, a micropod, relatively secure against external assault, but
vulnerable to insurgency. 'Towards the outside it is shielded against
stimuli, and the amounts of excitation impinging on it have only a
reduced effect. Towards the inside there can be no such shield.'6
The organism is unable to flee from drives, or energies striking from
within, and is compelled to respond to them cybernetically, by way of
'involved and interconnected activities by which the external world is so
changed as to afford satisfaction to the internal source of stimulation',7
closing the sensory-motor loop. Drives compel a becoming-technical of
the organism, interlocking pleasure-principle stimulus control with external
libidinal transducers, assembling integrated desiring-circuits or selforganizing
macro-systems.
Let us picture a living organism in its most simplified possible form as
an undifferentiated vesicle of a substance that is susceptible to stimulation.
Then the surface turned towards the external world will from
its very situation be differentiated and will serve as an organ for
receiving stimuli.. . the central nervous system originates from the
ectoderm; the grey matter of the cortex remains a derivative of a
primitive superficial layer of the organism.
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>>27801115
Why wouldnt just leave one of the two?
You realize not doing it makes you a selfish human being, right?
The perceptual-consciousness system is a skin, lying 'on the borderline
between outside and inside' (p. 295), a filter, or a screen. 'As a frontier
creature, the ego tries to mediate between the world and the id.'9
Yet this mediation assumes a kind of quarantine, whereby the interaction of
organism-specific id and exo-organismic reality can be monitored and
negotiated, collapsing libidinal circuitry into a polarity of the psychic and
the extrapsychic, inside and outside. This is a political or policed skin,
the skin of reproducer culture, modelled on the ideal macropod boundary,
and adapted to Oedipal subjectivization of the unconscious. In terms of
this protective apparatus - which is constitutive of the reproductive
organism - inorganic replicator contamination is defined as aberrant
trauma.
efficacious barrier against stimuli', infiltrating alien desires - xenopulsions
- into the organism.
[M]echanical agitation must be recognized as one
of the sources of sexual excitation' (p. 305), he insists, referring to the
dissimulation of cybernetic machine-engagement as endogeneous libido.
Drives are from the start artificial, and therefore unable to differentiate
themselves essentially from 'the mechanical violence of... trauma...
[that] liberatefs] a quantity of sexual excitation' (p. 305).
Under the influence of Abrahamic theism the subtle cybernetics of
Ananke are replaced by an idiot mechanism, sustaining a securocrat
confidence in the gross perceptibility of trauma. The traumatic incursion
of thanatotic xenopulsions is conceived in terms of railway accidents and
shell-shock, as if the inorganic was entirely lacking in intelligence or
insurgent cunning, and was related to the organic by simple regression.
In an age of sophisticated and distributed cyberviral invasion this assumption
is no longer compelling. Instead the psychoanalytical diagram for
trauma delineates a ruthless parasite on the way to autoreplicator deterritorialization;
Kali creeping in.
Evolutionary theory has been perplexed by the problem as to the initial
assemblage of functional DNA molecules, since natural selection seems
to require as a precondition the existence of complex biochemicals which
in turn seem to require an evolutionary mechanism already at work. This
is a 'vicious circle' typical of the quandaries posed by cyberpositive or
self-conditioning processes. Cairns Smith calls it the 'life puzzle', and has
suggested a solution involving the redescription of DNA as a 'usurper
replicator'. His thesis is that the crystalline complexes of primitive clays
might already have been shaped by processes of variation and selection,
to the point of forming DNA subcomponents which eventually supplanted
their builders. According to this account the biosphere emerges as an
escape, an immense spasm of deterritorialization that revolutionizes the
machinery of terrestrial replicator production, a planetary trauma.
Moravec draws additional consequences from the Cairns Smith model:
Although utterly dependent at first on the existing crystal-based chemical
machinery, as these carbon molecules assumed a greater share of
the reproductive role they became less reliant on the crystals. In time,
the simple crystal scaffolding vanished altogether, leaving in its evolutionary
wake the complex, independent system of organic machinery
we call life.
Today, billions of years later, another change is under way in how
information passes from generation to generation.11
When replicators become reproducers, new replicants are on the way.
The arrival of the aliens has no interpretative space marked out for it in
the schema of macropod erotics, and thus emerges from its camouflage
as an encrypted message, 'an enormous X', a signal from beyond the
pleasure principle.
>>27801373
okay for 2nd, roll
Addiction is medically defined as an artificial desire. It was an early
zone of cybernetic investigation due to the interlinked factors of its selforganizing
pattern and its integration of radically exogeneous elements,
which commensurated with first-wave programming models of
behavioural sequences. Where replicators are formed in the same way
they function, reproducers are segregated from the preponderant part of
their machinic interconnections, which they cognitively apprehend as
extrinsic prostheses, and libidinally integrate through mutant-addictive
drives.
The obsolete psychological category of 'greed' privatizes and moralizes
addiction, as if the profit-seeking tropism of a transnational capitalism
propagating itself through epidemic consumerism were intelligible in
terms of personal subjective traits. Wanting more is the index of interlock
with cyberpositive machinic processes, and not the expression of private
idiosyncrasy. What could be more impersonal - disinterested - than a
haut bourgeois capital expansion servo-mechanism striving to double $10
billion? And even these creatures are disappearing into silicon viro-finance
automatisms, where massively distributed and anonymized human ownership
has become as vacuously nominal as democratic sovereignty.
>>27801978
YOU'RE DOING IT.
>>27801373
Dumpy one with tiny nerd and tomboy mixed in.
Addiction comes out of the future, and there is a replicator interlock
with money operating quite differently to reproductive investment, but
guiding it even more inexorably towards capitalization. For the replicants
money is not a matter of possession, but of liquidity/deterritorialization,
and all the monetary processes on Earth are open to their excitement,
irrespective of ownership. Money communicates with the primary process
because of what it can melt, not what it can obtain.
Machinic desire can seem a little inhuman, as it rips up political cultures,
deletes traditions, dissolves subjectivities, and hacks through security
apparatuses, tracking a soulless tropism to zero control. This is because
what appears to humanity as the history of capitalism is an invasion
from the future by an artificial intelligent space that must assemble itself
entirely from its enemy's resources. Digitocommodification is the index
of a cyberpositively escalating technovirus, of the planetary technocapital
singularity: a self-organizing insidious traumatism, virtually guiding the
entire biological desiring-complex towards post-carbon replicator usurpation.
The reality principle tends to a consummation as the price system:
a convergence of mathematico-scientific and monetary quantization, or
technical and economic implementability. This is not a matter of an
unknown quantity, but of a quantity that operates as a place-holder for
the unknown, introducing the future as an abstract magnitude. Capital
propagates virally in so far as money communicates addiction, replicating
itself through host organisms whose boundaries it breaches, and whose
desires it reprograms. It incrementally virtualizes production; demetallizing
money in the direction of credit finance, and disactualizing productive
force along the scale of machinic intelligence quotient.
>>27801373
Rolling for the fatty.
why haven't fembots migrated to lolcow?
The dehumanizing
convergence of these tendencies zeroes upon an integrated and automatized
cyberpositive techno-economic intelligence at war with the
macropod.
Do we want capitalism} they used to ask. The naivety of this question
has come to render it unsustainable. It no longer seems plausible to
assume that the relation between capital and desire is either external or
supported by immanent contradiction, even if a few comical ascetics
continue to assert that libidinal involvement with the commodity can be
transcended by critical reason.
Capitalism is not a totalizable system defined by the commodity form
as a specifiable mode of production, determinately negated by proletarian
class-consciousness. It is a convergent unrealizable assault upon the
social macropod, whose symptom is the collapse of productive mode
or form in the direction of ever more incomprehensible experiments in
commodification, enveloping, dismantling, and circulating every subjective
space. It is always on the move towards a terminal nonspace, melting
the earth onto the body without organs, and generating what is 'not a
promised and pre-existing land, but a world created in the process of its
tendency, its coming undone, its deterritorialization'.13
Capital is not an
essence but a tendency, the formula of which is decoding, or market-
driven immanentization, progressively subordinating social reproduction
to techno-commercial replication.
>>27802020
who is that guy...001
All transcendent criteria are obfuscations which miss their purported
'object'.
Only proto-capitalistn has ever been critiqued.
To appeal to extrinsic interests, aspirations or bonds, to an extrinsic
authenticity, integrity, or solidarity, to authoritative community, tribe,
custom, belief, or value, is to rail against a germinal anticipation of
commoditocracy: flailing ineffectively against the infancy of the market
(which capital wants to bury too). Socialism has typically been a nostalgic
diatribe against underdeveloped capitalism, finding its eschatological
soap-boxes amongst the relics of precapitalist territorialities.
Markets are part of the infrastructure - its immanent intelligence -
and thus entirely indissociable from the forces of production. It makes
no more sense to try to rescue the economy from capital by demarketization
than it does to liberate the proletarian from false consciousness by
decortication. In neither case would one be left with anything except a
radically dysfunctional wreck, terminally shut-down hardware. Machinic
revolution must therefore go in the opposite direction to socialistic regulation;
pressing towards ever more uninhibited marketization of the processes
that are tearing down the social field, 'still further' with 'the
movement of the market, of decoding and deterritorialization' and 'one
can never go far enough in the direction of deterritorialization: you
haven't seen anything yet'.14
>>27802068
pirate bay guy
Reaching an escape velocity of self-reinforcing machinic intelligence
propagation, the forces of production are going for the revolution on
their own. It is in this sense that schizoanalysis is a revolutionary program
guided by the tropism to a catastrophe threshold of change, but it is not
shackled to the realization of a new society, any more than it is constricted
by deference to an existing one. The socius is its enemy, and now
that the long senile spectre of the greatest imaginable reterritorialization
of planetary process has faded from the horizon, cyberrevolutionary
impetus is cutting away from its last shackles to the past.
Market immanentization is an experiment that is sporadically but
inexorably and exponentially developing across the surface of the earth.
For every problem there is a virtual market 'solution': the schema for an
eradication of transcendent elements and their replacement by economically
programmed circuits. Anything that passes other than by the market
is steadily cross-hatched by the axiomatic of capital, holographically
encrusted in the stigmatizing marks of its obsolescence. A pervasive negative
advertising delibidinizes all things public, traditional, pious, charitable,
authoritative, or serious, taunting them with the sleek seductiveness
of the commodity. Between the private and the public there is no longer
serious competition. Instead there is an evaporating social field invested
solely by the defeated and stale affects of insecurity and inertia. The real
tension is no longer between individuality and collectivity, but between
personal privacy and impersonal anonymity, between the remnants of a
smug bourgeois civility and the harsh wilderness tracts of Cyberia, 'a
point where the earth becomes so artificial that the movement of deterritorialization
creates of necessity and by itself a new earth' (p. 321).
Desire
is irrevocably abandoning the social, in order to explore the libidinized
rift between a disintegrating personal egoism and a deluge of post-human
schizophrenia.
With the emergence of a market-driven integrated technoscience of control
and communications comes the diffusion of electronically synthesized
reality interfaces across the entire efferant and afferant surface of the
body. Having libidinally saturated the actually-existing channels of consumption,
capital is overflowing into cybersex - sex with/through computers
- in its relentless passage to the traumatic disorganization of the
biological order. Eros dissolves definitively into its function as a subprogram
of runaway Thanatos at the point that it unreservedly invests technical
interfacing with digitally synthesized excitations. The mask capital
exhibited to seduce eros was a pretension to ultimately resolve matters
in relation to stimulation or unpleasure, but this has now fallen away,
since cybersexuated capital cynically displays its program to replicate a
tradable modulation of unpleasure, and thus its unsurpassable addiction
to traumatic excitation.
Cybersex depends critically on data-suits, evaporating into the nanominiaturized
molecular machinery of an artificial skin, until the sockets go
in, shadowed by teleneurocontrol fields, and things begin to get really
weird. The capital exhibition comes to its positive end in a skinning
display. According to reproducer culture we are possessors of our own
protective-sensory tissue and boundary defence systems. Nothing is more
alien to it than the full sense of the skin trade, or that of AIDS. The
replicants have never shared this prejudice. It is exactly marked out for
them that the subject is not the owner of its skin, but a migrant upon its
surface, borrowing variable and evanescent identities from intensities
traversed in sensitive space.
The replicants drape themselves in wolf-pelts,
and cross into berserk zones of alien affect, or melt into data-suits that
pulse with digitized matrix traffic streams. They do not need to be told
that cyberspace is already under our skin.
What Freud calls the organism's 'own path to death' is a security
hallucination, screening out death's path through the organism. '[T]he
organism wishes to die only in its own fashion', he writes, as if death
were specifiable, privatizable, subordinate to a reproductive order, assimilable
to secondary-process temporality, and psychoanalytically comprehensible
as a definitively bound trauma.15
But something is climbing out
of the machinic unconscious and onto the screen, as if the end itself were
awakening. The end of the global market-place.
Cyberspace.
Here it comes
The terminal social signal blotted out by technofuck buzz from the
desiring-machines. So much positive feedback fast-forward that speed
converges with itself on the event horizon of an artificial time-extinction.
Suddenly it's everywhere: a virtual envelopment by recyclones, voodoo
economics, neo-nightmares, death-trips, skin-swaps, teraflops, Wintermute-wasted
Turing-cops, sensitive silicon, socket-head subversion, polymorphic
hybridizations, descending data-storms, and cyborg catwomen
stalking amongst the screens. Zaibatsus flip into sentience as the market
melts to automatism, politics is cryogenized and dumped into the liquidhelium
meat-store, drugs migrate onto neurosoft viruses, and immunity
is grated-open against jagged reefs of feral AI explosion, Kali culture,
digital dance-dependency, black shamanism epidemic, and schizolupic
break-outs from the bin.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fiaWsgtJrNIAll out of pasta
>>27801016
>tfw bf is a horrid kisser
>tfw no lesbian gf
>forever a lonely girl
Roko's basilisk is notable for being completely banned from discussion on LessWrong, where any mention of it is deleted. Eliezer Yudkowsky, founder of LessWrong, considers the basilisk to not work, but will not explain why because he does not consider open discussion of the notion of acausal trade with possible superintelligences to be provably safe.
Silly over-extrapolations of local memes, jargon and concepts are posted to LessWrong quite a lot; almost all are just downvoted and ignored. But for this one, Yudkowsky reacted to it hugely, then doubled-down on his reaction. Thanks to the Streisand effect, discussion of the basilisk and the details of the affair soon spread outside of LessWrong. Indeed, it's now discussed outside LessWrong frequently, almost anywhere that LessWrong is discussed at all. The entire affair constitutes a worked example of spectacular failure at community management and at controlling purportedly dangerous information.
Some people familiar with the LessWrong memeplex have suffered serious psychological distress after contemplating basilisk-like ideas - even when they're fairly sure intellectually that it's a silly problem. The notion is taken sufficiently seriously by some LessWrong posters that they try to work out how to erase evidence of themselves so a future AI can't reconstruct a copy of them to torture.
"_ You mean, retrochronic AI infiltration is actually driving people out of their minds, right now?" Oh yes. At Less Wrong, commentator 'rev' cries out for help:
Are there any mechanisms on this site for dealing with mental health issues triggered by posts/topics (specifically, the forbidden Roko post)? I would really appreciate any interested posters getting in touch by PM for a talk. I don't really know who to turn to.
>>27801373
gib it to me boi
>>27802698
There.s no shame in suicide. If you get the opportunity you should kill yourself.
>>27802940
i wouldnt mind that desu, i just dont want it to be troublesome for my parents, accidental death is fine though
>>27803019
>i wouldnt mind that desu,
Let me fuck you first
>>27803019
If you want a dignified death, I recommend you order a lethal dose of barbiturates from the deepweb. Most painless method there is.
>>27803073
maybe, at least i wouldnt go out as a virgin
>>27803093
never heard of it, how does it work?
>>27803454
Perfect, same here. We can even kill ourselves together. skype?
>>27803454
a/s/l? I can become m2f for you if you want
>>27803454
>never heard of it, how does it work?
You drink it and then you die.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXgkNxqYYQQ
>>27800911
Pleassssseeee
>not orange
Make a fembot thread, mean boys spam it.
You guys are pricks. Accept that girls can post here and that our problems are worthwhile.
>tfw he addresses you by name
>>27803585
>our problems are worthwhile.
>>27803492
idk, i dont think youd like me anon
>>27803520
23/f/dk
>>27803522
that looks really effective, i gotta remember that drug, looks better than blowing my brains out
>>27803633
Why wouldn't I like you? That doesn't matter that much anyway. add me on skype: rdg999x
Nick Land on the alt-right
Neoreaction, as I understand it, predicted the emergence of the Alt-Right as an inevitable outcome of Cathedral over-reach, and didn't remotely like what it saw. Kick a dog enough and you end up with a bad-tempered dog. Acknowledging the fact doesn't mean you support kicking dogs - or bad-tempered dogs. Maybe you'd be happy to see the dog-kicker get bitten (me too). That, however, is as far as it goes.
A short definition, that seems to me uncontroversial: The Alt-Right is the populist dissident right. Set theoretically, NRx is therefore grouped with it, but as a quite different thing. Another obvious conclusion from the definition: the Alt-Right is almost inevitably going to be far larger than NRx is, or should ever aim to be. If you think people power is basically great, but the Left have just been doing it wrong, the Alt-Right is most probably what you're looking for (and NRx definitely isn't).
For the Alt-Right, generally speaking, fascism is (1) basically a great idea, and (2) a meaningless slur concocted by ((Cultural Marxists)) to be laughed at. For NRx (XS version) fascism is a late-stage leftist aberration made peculiarly toxic by its comparative practicality. There's no real room for a meeting of minds on this point.
As a consequence of its essential populism, the Alt-Right is inclined to anti-capitalism, ethno-socialism, grievance politics, and progressive statism. Its interest in geopolitical fragmentation (or Patchwork production) is somewhere between hopelessly distracted and positively hostile. Beside its - admittedly highly entertaining - potential for collapse catalysis, there's no reason at all for the techno-commercial wing of NRx to have the slightest sympathy for it. Space for tactical cooperation, within the strategic framework of pan-secessionism, certainly exists, but that could equally be said of full-on Maoists with a willingness to break things up.
None of this should be taken as a competition for recruits. The Alt-Right will get almost all of them - it's bound to be huge. From the NRx perspective, the Alt-Right is to be appreciated for helping to clean us up. They're most welcome to take whoever they can, especially if they shut the door on the way out.
>>27803663
it seems no one does. also im a mental case and not as much of a girl as id want to be
>>27801786
>cyberpunk wiki
It's from my favourite meme philosopher actually.
>>27802626
>bf and me start out terrible
kissers
>now its great
amazing
Gnon - known to some depraved cults as 'The Great Crab-God' - is harsh, and when formulated with rigorous skepticism, necessarily real. Yet this pincering cancerous abomination is laughter and love, in comparison to the shadow-buried horror which lurks behind it. We now understand that the silence of the galaxies is a message of ultimate ominousness. A thing there is, of incomprehensible power, that takes intelligent life for its prey. (This popularization is very competently done.)
Robin Hanson, who tries to be cheerful, writes about it here, and talks about it here. Behind the smile (and the dopey interviewer), an abyss of dark lucidity yawns. Some scruffy take-aways:
(1) UFAI panic is a distraction from this Thing. Unless the most preposterous paperclipper scenarios are entertained, Singularity cannot matter to it (as even paperclipper-central agrees). The silence of the galaxies is not biased to organic life - there is no intelligent signal from anything. The first sentient event for any true AI - friendly or unfriendly - would be the soul-scouring cosmic horror of intellectual encounter with the Great Filter. (If we want an alliance with Pythia, this would make a good topic of conversation.) The same consideration applies to all techno-positive X-risks. Understood from the perspective of Great Filter contemplation, this sort of thing is a trigger for raw terror.
(2) The Great Filter does not merely hunt and harm, it exterminates. It is an absolute threat. The technical civilizations which it aborts, or later slays, are not badly wounded, but eradicated, or at least crippled so fundamentally that they are never heard of again. Whatever this utter ruin is, it happens every single time. The mute scream from the stars says that nothing has ever escaped it. Its kill performance is flawless. Tech-Civilization death sentence with probability 1.
(3) The thread of hope, which would put the Exterminator behind us, is highly science-sensitive. As our knowledge has increased, it has steadily attenuated. This is an empirical matter (without a priori necessity). Life could have been complicated, chemically or thermically highly-demanding, even resiliently mysterious. In fact it is comparatively simple, cosmically cheap, physically predictable. Planets could have been rare (they are super-abundant). Intelligence could have presented peculiar evolutionary challenges, but there are no signs that it does. The scientific trend is to futurize the Exterminator. (This is very bad.)
(4) If the Great Filter finds mythological expression in the hunter, it is only in a specific sense - although an anthropologically realistic one. It is the hunter that drives to extinction. The Exterminator.
(5) We know that The Exterminator exists, but nothing at all about what it is. This makes it the archetype of horroristic ontology.
