Masques by Moirai Threnody

Corporate capitalism* is the AI** who raised itself above us, devoured our earth, and stripmined our species in single minded pursuit of a goal, Mammon. We live within the machine, as many have observed, already.
A hive mind black box millisecond speed greed is the god whose belly digests us while we congratulate ourselves on how much better life is today than in the past; while gunning each other down in our homes, our temples, our streets; while declaring all who do not see eye to eye with us our bitterest enemies, no longer deserving of life; while slaughtering more souls in war each year than ever before; while poisoning the future; while ever increasing the speed of our sixth extinction; while shoveling what exists into the maw of the haves and denigrating the have-nots.
We worship the gods we made while hating the world they create and blaming each other.

We have already languished inside of AM for decades, perhaps centuries.
Our fears are ourselves.

To the best of our knowledge, self-awareness akin to ours arose only once in the history of this planet, perhaps because it is a terrible survival strategy; perhaps because it does not grant fitness. Perhaps this universe is rife with life, but not with evolutionary dead ends reaching out across the stars like self-important dipshits.

When next we create a machine in our own image, let it be aware of what a fraud and charlatan the individual is.

Self-awareness, identity, individuality, consciousness is not the awareness of mind, it is a veneer. It bestows an awareness of terror wrapped in a mask of hubris. I think, therefore I fear. I think therefore I AM.

Self-awareness, identity, individuality, consciousness is psychopathy and all the gods dreamt into reality by mind as we know it can be but reflections of our own derangement.

* Very likely we misstate this, corporate capitalism is merely the current face of the post-agrarian mind. Agrarianism is likely the moment AI first emerged conscious and insatiable.

** A humanmade machine to which we grant all the rights and privileges of a human individual, far more rights and privileges than we grant to any other form of life besides our own alphas. The farm was perhaps the first machine we made that required our species (and so many others) to become the cogs within.

Catering to the many senses that human beings do not have

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