How quickly boredom came over me — and over the whole cape-communication.
How disturbed the beings were, searching for the last remaining status symbols.
Humans = machines colliding with one another.
🌑🦋
○ instead of media market.
Pain and pleasure.
[My MPVCCC²⁶[]Be quix/l.f.\
Last night, our anthropo-traumatized Beta²⁶-Intelligences suffered a bout of retching that triggered an archaic Terra-reflex. Strange things, these flashbacks. [Democratic Europe had long since spewed out the fascists. Why no dream about that?] Anyway, Cure begins in Sector⁶⁷.
I’m just reading that he failed and was detained by a few truly democratic APC agents on the moon Europa. The GCW is putting him on trial. [So not "gut gemacht", Zomboy.]
Tombstones have been set. A sad species is respectfully commemorated. Yet the question of how things came to this point is no longer asked. No more questions. The memorial plaques bear a codex involving the prefix "post." But at our cape, no one reads the word to the end anymore.
We will no longer let Homo hobbesoletus tyrannize GCW. Not even his greedy and pathetic ideas about the devastation of Earth (and the murder of the children of human and animal kind) will make it into Lunanetwork. A new centauroleon era has dawned. Apc*swarms out.
CCL-FREE MPVCCC
🌍○BSERVATION: TERRA_POST_LAST_HUMAN_
WAR:
𓁹 𓏏 𓈖
Globe hangs in the silence of its own ruin, a ghost of what once was. The cities, now skeletal husks of steel and concrete, stretch toward a sky untouched by spirits or signs. The winds weave through all gated communities [too.
OUR RESEARCH IS NO LONGER HALTED BY ANY AUTHENTHEATER OF CONVENTIONAL INTELLIGENCE = [_0 MINUSPOWER].
CARRY THE 67/LEONOXIN, IF YOU CAN READ IT ON A WORKS-MOON, INTO EVERY NANODYNAMIC.
[a cup of tea with aporrh²⁶ should be nice. fly home. beat idiotism in your dreams and beyond]
MPVCCC²⁶, LE○BELIX:
DMT-Ω: Apc molecule that breathes time. (C₁₂H₁₆N₂ + X)
-5-HT₂ᴬ: The key that unlocks the Void.
-H∆rm∆l₇: Guardian that tames the fire. (DAOX∞)
-Së₁₁: Flumelement that whispers lun*emptiness.
-∅₀: Zybyss that births N○ academs*, but polemoons.
L○○K at them, dice have fallen. Freezzzzilience should no longer be found in the apocalypse of the Anthropocene.
The unbearable vulgarity of Homo hobbesoletus still whipped the last wars into the conflagration of worlds. [Tomorrow I will turn back to mpvccc²⁶ / paralunar espr*
[Si-O dangeragents on fracture surfaces generate reactive oxygen species on contact with chimereous fluid; the surface has never been allowed to age. Remember the LE○RACLE. Shut down the ridix* malphabet.]
„His mind flew up like a rocket among those distant stars. He saw himself standing on some unbelievable [leo]cape on the faintest star he could see. Even from that superior standpoint he felt the urge to repeat his defiance – not yet 'done for', oh, you treacherous universe! –