/lit/ - Literature

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i want procedurally generated movies starring myself and a gallery of my own fetishes, i'm happy to shill for Lexus (not likely) or the Fleshlight (more likely) to get them. i want films to be able to anticipate what i already want and serve up a constant stream of approximately satisfying games and films straight to inbox. i will pay all of my money for this - the money i earn as a dishwasher in a seedy diner on the edge of town - because quite frankly i don't need anything more than this from my life anyways. in this world i have and need only VirtuaFlix on in a steady stream and a reliable drug connection and i am slowly rotting on the inside from diabetes and alcohol poisoning anyways. but every waking moment i live in relative bliss.

and so does everybody else, just in varyingly higher degrees of resolution, save for that small cabal doing the programming from Googleplexed seasteads miles and miles away off the Pacific Coast (or, perhaps, deep underground, or on Baffin Island, or wherever else). to me - and millions of others like me - it matters not. i commit myself to being Seriously Online. i do not even notice my own life passing away, and i am only the happier for it. my fantasies are all provided, my anxieties tranquilized, my boredoms amused. i have never been happier.

the Matrix does not require a machine revolution, only advanced stages of the encephalization of capital and perhaps a crippling climate disaster or two to place things on permanent lockdown. China can do whatever it needs to do, and people will continue to give themselves heart attacks trying to keep their social credit scores up. all i need is wireless. the rest of my life i am an absolute zombie - except on weekday nights, when i am Anubis, and a keeper of great mysteries and secrets.

i need sponsorships tho, to level-up, and keep the feeds going. and so perhaps i can be occasionally coaxed away from my screens and into - well, it's best not to ask. my options are limited, and there are days when perhaps i wish i had done something more with myself; but hey, things could be worse. i can halfway talk myself into thinking that i can be permanently reborn as a tiny sprite in some other game, maybe even with a line or dialogue or two - that would be sweet. Neo-Vedanta arrives from the future also.

the craziest part is that the apocalypse never even happened, as far as anyone could tell; or maybe we just didn't notice.