# in ancient wired endland they're collapsing in streets brains are melting down at the magic internet bs token exchange more weird cool events are happening in one compressed nodal point of local spacetime than scientists can cope with information overload is a contemporary scourge for such an elderly land possibly the most abundant competitive twitching life form in this apocalyptic effusion of endless details factoids is the shaggy dog notstory shake down so last week we was down the rub and john the barman says: did you know a typical issue of fur file under random contains more worthless information than a 21st century endlandish researcher was exposed to in their entire life as a burger flipping mcjob lozenge operative in mccancers notwithstanding the fatuousness and curiously obvious unprovability of the standard endlandian cultural assertion any random barman down one's local pub is not only called john but actively enjoys being referred to as such such a statement nevertheless resonates with the general apprehension that rather than being faced with qualitative improvement in home shopping internets access half decent auto dispensed machine coffee and free compulsory lottery tickets direct to techno heck the entire population of bad old endland is being d00med to fry under the sheer quantitative increase of long winded infotainment still to be processed say in any intense virtual bio info economy such as the near future now in which anxious white collar plastic professionals try to format parse and unfold an anxious neurotic reality between the pages of glossary magazines where surprising multitudes of handy answers and amusing bon mots are offered for the unwary delicate global marketplace sensibilities exhausted by such mental simulation anonymous artificial intelligence gents are hailing themselves as sure tools for coping with rise of the subcultural spew text these pseudo independent soft wares roam deep nets autonomous crawlers that can for a cost provide dangerous ultra personalized data services ranging from aggressive to ambient but even before we at bsz hypercorporation get into the technical specifications let's discuss in the style of posh virtual horses the intensive care of oneself in bright new hyper neon realms of sokalled big science some moist warm little homunculus of tender virtual meat sheathed in thick sweet video mucus clamping down hard into the deep meta layers of one's bioelectronic bones sub strata which can under correct conditions of occupational clemency and blind etiquette be progressively stripped off to reveal truer televisual beings of z modem image in one's frozen skull bunker the burning mediated air is changed every 21 seconds as thick purple umbilical cords spike directly into a soft gent in a windowless white tiled production arena with triple airlocks this is kept at a constant three degrees k by a molly coddling system equivalent to 788 friendly yet lightly sarcastic robot airplane staff with electric hand fans back up top the humalien begins to panic at possibility of being made obsolete by its own image double it opens up squalid airport paperbacks of big science to pages where all frauds fragile filed toothed and tender are stored to read what their data gent double has secretly scrawled there such a world is profoundly screwed over hopelessly over complicated incoherent and there seems no outside to it oh sentient poly dimensional non substance known only as liquid neon a rendering anomaly of biocosmic proportions lets us big scientists bathe in fresh spectral light and be done with this hypermediated noise field forever // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]