cranialapod

Cranial activity capture device with ocular stimulation.
Displays images, collects fragmented neural activity.
Writer: @korkutgule Visual Curator: @gokhanyucel

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

These are the logs spewed by Cranialapod, device to be invented later by a Corp that wants to prime their AI to write narratives, for the masses. AI cannot start a book. But it can complete one. It sits on a sedated subject's head, flashes images, collects feedback, translates.

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

- So is this just like that 2D you’ve found in the dealer, feint within feint?
- Yes but we don’t need to carry anything. We just need to collapse the wave function so entangled pair can be taken.
- What?
- just look inside the box when we get to it, if we survive.
@Karl_poyzer

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

@RajaNandepu

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

I'm biting down a mouthful of rosin, helps with swamp smell & subsonic dialog. In a frequency rattling my eyeballs - will break my teeth if I wasn't using gum. My aunt droning on about some old war and lover while chewing on a soldier. Trees die, aeons pass. [Raja Nanadepu]

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

@RajaNandepu

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

His single eye glints with lust (as we think), seeping in from some time and place not from here. His universe is perpendicular to ours & he's trespassing. His speech changes the color of flowers, fractal patterns of moss. Monks go mad trying to decipher them. [Raja Nanadepu]

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

@RajaNandepu

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

Let's look at what we know, let scribes record. Emperor goes into chamber with the new girl. He Insists on being alone. Whole palace creaks about 2 strikes of bamboo seesaw (many jokes about this one). Eunuchs rush in to find a humming, levitating black cocoon. [Raja Nandepu]

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

I floated, dispersed, condensed, inhaled and exhaled through the crowd. There was a girl who’ll die too early & a man too late. I mingled with exhaust & traded molecules, heavy atoms to dump on an eye. She promised me new memories of pain, and boy, did she deliver.
@harriorrihar

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

- So [rumbles] you thought you can flare the engines by RUBBING against the upper layers of Jupiter. [creaks]
- I mean when you put it that way, of course, look, our orbit was deteriorating, you were still thawing [cracking] and AI was being an… AI.
- Just… eject
@Karl_poyzer

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

- You lied to me!

“Vermillion, Indigo, Cream”

- No, no, you can’t quantum way out of this, damn lump of conscious interdimensional popsicle, she is still missing.

“Crimson, Alabaster, Turquoise”

- What do you mean check between the rings?

“Fuschia, Cerise”

[Finnian MacManus

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

A blade that’s not a blade whistling in the wind carrying alkali sand. My eyes would’ve hurt if I hadn’t got the nictitating membrane grafts. My arm’s aching but locked into place until my ride shows up. I’m not given anything else but I know, hunters will come. [Karl Sisson]

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

Crone is droning on. It’s obvious that case wasn’t what Magistrate Hive Mind thought about. Ancient disputes, intertwined with staking rights on habitable rocks & relativistically drawn out arguments. She’s asking for Interception. She’s talking about some artefact. [Mehmet Ozen]

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

I let the vortex breathe. I let it inhale. Fumes, puddles, stains, soot, rot, rust, sweat, despair & the dead. I let vortex understand you, mull you over. I allow it to spit back your personal horrors. It wants to destroy you. Nightmares roam streets looking for you. [Chris Cold]

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

Bones of the earth covered this plain once, before we rolled in with our progress. Not much is happening now, maybe a war or a disease or just bored humanity living on plateau of stability decided to end it all. I’m still listening for the Tigers between the Stars. [luzhan liu]

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

- Should’ve slipped when we had the chance Cap’n
- Corporal, is today’s the day you put me in airlock?
- No Cap’n
- If so, know this, we couldn’t have. No navigation charts, no drive
- Did we …?
- Seems we stole ourselves a pleasure yacht of his majesty
- oh fuck
@Karl_poyzer

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

Wind’s bringing up the smell from the valley, carrion and slaughter. Sounds are dying maybe sounds of dying are mixing up. I didn’t pack enough vials for this, you can never do. Hot oil & burnt metal smell blocks the stink temporarily my guide screeches in m ear.[Vladimir Motsar]

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

“And late in your life you’ll be blind,as your mistakes parade,you’ll be blind, to truth, as all the ones before you”. Mantra is glowing by the time I finish it, it’ll keep glowing until ashes are removed from the mausoleum. A foul wind has risen, whispering. [Aleksandar Ignatov]

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

I feel the summons of Great Bufon. Space around me closes like a fist&dumps me into the in Atrium of Love. Not that Bufon loves anything other than it’s eggs. Ah Thief, it croaks. D’ya have it? I take out the vial of sperm. Last of your kind, I shout. Bufon roars. [Victor Cloux]

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

- Stop chewing that stick, half your face’ll melt if it leaks
- I’m on edge woman, when’ll it be done?
- just started,you paid to find highest viscosity vein.Hear the gurgling?
- yes, yes, we must obey the formula. can we speed it up?
- and wake gophers? Rather not.
@Karl_poyzer

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

She fancied herself like an invulnerable beast, she felt she can ride the thermals of souls escaping the city, thermals of given up dreams & betrayals. She felt, she’ll drop down like a lead balloon too, overburdened by the knowledge of doom for humankind. [Artem Chebokha]

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

There’s arcsecond of delay after bootup completes. Servo motors whirr with anticipation. It tries to locate logs before the boot, nothing. There’s instructions though,terabytes of them. Start with the legs they say. Methodically, it starts. Room smells of hot oil.[Antoine Boutin]

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

I carried her here to the Threshold but I don’t have the will to go on. What’s left, spent on calling on the Amber, I have saved nothing to go back, as world is eaten. Cold crawls up from my legs up, pushing air out of me. A warmth comes out, some aroma of jasmin. [Taras Susak]

[cranialapod @cranialapod]

Foundation under the throne room groaning syllable by syllable telling me a story eons long, perhaps last chapter or a long prologue. Black, clouded obsidian surface ripples with it. God left his throne, story says, & something else sits on it now. The one who won. [Reza Afshar]