Doom Scroll - part chapter 1 -Narrated by Me

who cares?

Intentionally Jarring stream of consciousness SCi-Fa.i fictional novel capturing

the events of a world as if Every Conspiracy Theory came true.

TRANSCRIPT

Chapter 1: 1

NARRATOR: Talking to himself in a car driving through the desert with a second smaller sun in the sky.

So we are at the center of the world as the hydra of optical fibers, undersea cables and the satellites and repeater towers emit the invisible fog of information to which we can escape. A communication tool of surveillance, sex, food, communication, emotes and anything you want within the realm of the walls of social contracts. You sign in the terms and conditions that no one reads. So as the industrial revolution grouped us together in smoky stock cubed cities of convenience and innovation. Thus arises social tools of expression became a market of individualism. The humanoid striving for the most toys under the sun chanting Sex, money, Power to the beat of that techno-capitalist drum. Yet as the relative set house of day sets upon the earth and the artificial glow of the train line equidistant lights cut by the whips of the aluminum slug passing in hurry with empty husks of lonely shadows placed human silhouettes their faces lit in blue light rectangles glow. The ears covered or penetrated by ipod bluetooth dildos, Pretending to listen with intent to some Electronic a.i rendered music with wistful vocals mourning the feeling of detachment all people need to live in the social collective of suburban silos and cubed concrete castles. The train runs under the guttural viscera of the transverse colon of the city riding beneath the giant filing cabinets of mass human living. This is Human density with needs built into the sky as if having one’s anus higher off the ground makes taking a shit less like a ground dwelling animal. The pendulum reflects the fearful light of a power beyond human control. For the time being flicked via digital thumb stroking the rectangle dopamine feed bag phone. The population adoring the Magi humanoid Battery hen farm system as such a  conveniently lonely cortex lights up the neural networks that eat, shit and sleep on top of each other.

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