Doom Scroll - --------Book promo 3rd oct 2024 release date.
Kill a starving artist
But yes watch your profile change and the customisation of a circular avatar. As it homogenizes the diversity takes on a disease through the mycelium network that turns the screen less appealing and feeling like walking on a minefield. The appeal loses its cosmic metaphysical sandpit of dreams and surprises of exploration. The usefulness of the internet is convincing people that it will do things and middle class will be like Sumerian kings barking orders from their suburban concrete minimalist box that will magically appear on their doorstep and the slave bows and scrapes with his QR code scanner to prove delivery photo including the front door in the image. Its addictive tentacles that suck through the tendrils and finger waving magic like Merlin or a Cliche Wizard zapping forth the spectacle of food and products from the ether. Just as milk comes from a carton or bottle. It is the perfect silo removal from the terrestrial world of difficulty. And yet when the network loses value even for a second. Therein lies the consequence. The machine breaks for a second and everyone is lost. The machine does the wrong programme human error of course. But the poison of the food or the pill or panacea. What do we need when this airborne disease is running on the trade winds of climate change. Well you need the internet of course it's a war in which the invisible will kill us all unless we are connected.
Without it you are not in the fascist harmony of making new life on this mycelium network. The corruption of art theater and identity into a hand held universe. Theatre of the doom scroll. An Absurd self directed snake swallowing its tail like a Treadmill for one person's thumb chained to the feed.
Episode 1: GlobaLumin80 - Marketing Meeting.
Illumin80 Marketing Dept. 9am
“What the hell is going on?” The large man with steely eyes yelled across the room to the pool of eight people who swiveled around from their screens to face his direction. “We just got a call from Big dog. Now you know what that means?” A slight murmur of fear as the quietness eventually hushed while the large man in his impeccable suit and puce shirt with no tie began to rub his temples while putting down his white gloves and cane on a nearby desk. “I just came out of my meeting with my brethren and the phone rings. It's the Big dog.” Some people are starting to form an exposure group on child trafficking?” “Sir we could spin this with a fact checker and then bury them in a few police raids.” The young man interjected from the group as everyone looked out of place not knowing the reaction for such a bold statement. “Good thinking but no. Go get me a coffee.” The blonde woman with perfect features smirked at him as he walked off to fetch the coffee. To which he gave her a sly wink. “No, we need something, people. Come on, this is why you get paid the big bucks!” He said, throwing his hands up in a growing gesture. “School shooting!” Another woman yelled. “No too soon. We have people who are showing pictures of the crisis actors we mistakenly keep hiring.” His hand shaped around his ears attempting to initiate a sound from the group with his raised eyebrows questioning the lack of ideas coming forth. The coffee arrived on his other hand from the young man as he promptly returned to the group purposely knocking into the blonde in a direct, obvious flirt. “Well the last thing is burning down a large part of the land with the middle class and getting stars to initiate a fund of which will go nowhere but they don’t need to know that.” The blonde threw her hair back with a coy look of superiority to the young man who squinted with a small shake of his head in loving disgust. “Good, how long can we get this running?” He asked “Make it so we have unlimited budget as Big Dog needs a distraction to keep the heat off while they fudge the market and hide the Presidents problems”
The group huddled together and started an idea board on a digital whiteboard as they all threw ideas up on the HD screen from their tablets they all held in their laps. “Ok we need a suspicious date and an astrological conjunction. We need two expendable well known celebrities like a wrestler movie star action preferably. Hyper masculine and a mother figure both need to be at the end of their career as they will be doing their service and will lose their superstar status after we burn some part of the country. We need aliens, UFOs and possible military covert ops conspiracy to keep that demographic posting over the fact the President is a naughty boy.” The group let out a laugh and started throwing up graphics and deep fakes of old cliche footage of UFOs and other things to support the narrative of keeping everyone busy. The pool of computers lit up as the movie narratives and A.I tech began to wire together a package of memes, videos, tweets and various false accounts to keep the narrative going. It was new technology that no one had access to. The servers were hidden and ran through a private network, privately owned optical fiber dedicated to a single satellite that only astronauts could jack into.
So yeh might be available on AMAZON if it gets approved by the MASTERS of the universe. Just click below.
