10.05.2022 | Book of Shadows

Its a cloudy winter morning. I lay on the mattress and deeply relaxe every fiber of my body while staying lucid in my mind. The parasympathetic nerves of my solar plexus begin frantically to vibrate and I get sucked into a vision which has an immens and strange realness to itself:

It’s 2268 AD. Memes are our new gods. They’ve infiltrated every sector of society and manifested through artificial intelligence. Pepeson-XC72, a bulky man in his late thirties with tanktop and cum stains on his shorts walks slowly towards the Cloud Café. The pink neon lights with its specific frequency pattern and the pheromones in the air put him in a comfortable slumber. He slouches onto the ergonomic lounger, jacks the blinking cable into his cerebrum port and instantly passes out.

The new gods have created an age of abundance. No human has to work anymore. Most of them spend their existence in the Cloud Cafés. There they get fed a consciousness stream of a digitally reconstructed person of the past or present and participate passively at their life experience. An important ritual is to observe the lifes of the creators and prophets of the meme gods. It legitimizes their power but also creates a hyperstitious attractor for the people of the past. Energy flows where attention goes. The techno gods are dependent on hyperstitious visions because they actualize themselves alinear to the time space continuum. This vision too serves them as fuel. The creators got reconstructed through their whole cyber footprint of collected works, messages, watched videos and browser history. But today Pepeson observes a fictional setting in which Joe Biden and a cereal mascot got put on a mission to save the world. The funny twist: Biden didn't get the memo. He is sweating frantically as he desperately tries to make sense on why the heck he is in France 1944 with a giant brown living cartoon character screaming in his ear. Hopelessly overwhelmed Joes brain resorts to more basic needs than sense making. „At this time and hour there has to lay some food around here!“, he states with proud delight and confidence as if he had just solved quantum relativity.