As you can fucking imagine, things have gone way too far. I mean way out there, universe-far, fuck-off-far, in fact galacticaly far out there. All those damned films from 30 40 years ago where the future society has taken some freaky technology to the extreme of self-beautification and personal enhancement. Or the flip side where the development of some nasty piece of biological or technological breakthrough is used to smite cities and continents at the flick of a switch. All self-prophetic! I thought battle armour could be best used to assist factory workers and packers in lifting and moving items. But, oh no dear naive person, let's use it strapped to some mindless idiot to help leap ravines and clove an enemy's skull in two.
And naturally our use of DNA as the ultimate mass storage technology has been bastardized into some biological abomination of science to justify manipulations of all sorts to our god-given makeup. That helix pattern was staring us in the face for so fucking long it's a wonder we ever figured it out. I'm sure it was that damn LSD that revealed DNA's hidden secrets - again.
Us straight thinking, normal homo-fuckin-sapiens are the only ones who seem to see the problem here. There is an inherent loophole the size of fucking America glaring back at us from the ominous black hole that is 'possibilities' asking for us to stick something into its gaping chasm to feed its craving for life. Yes. It is coming. No. They have no fucking idea.
By latching onto the mechanisms and nature of DNA's structure, scientists found the vast amounts of storage space almost breathtakingly simple. From discs to drives to sticks to wires, they had searched outside of us to answer the problem of capturing and storing information. But what is information but the compilation of memories. And every cell of your body has memories. You cannot remove the x y z portion of your brain and now say "I forget." No. Your body tells us everything about you, your environment and where you've come from. It tells us who your children, siblings, parents and ancestors are - for generations back and generations to come. And yet we all came from the same particles. The oneness was there. The oneness is here.
Mimic DNA and you have nature's perfect data storage system.
And mimic we did. Figure out how to manipulate data and you have the ultimate manipulation tool. And manipulate we did. Manipulate an embryo. Manipulate a species. Done. And done. So now we sit and wonder how we can manipulate ourselves - realtime. Tomorrow I'd like to look like this. Extrapolate forward and see how I will look in 20 years time. Make adjustments. And now? Tweak it here and there. That's better.
Now we are all data devices. I hold within and without my body ALL my memories, photos, personal information, data downloads, every fucking 1 and 0 you can imagine that I'd want to keep - on me. I want to copy that file, view that footage, transfer that pixel - just a wipe on a data screen, or someone's arm, and it's there. Uploaded. Copied. Ready to roll. Like flea ridden mangy canines we're infested with our own filth. Our own debris. Our own excrement. No letting go. Flotsam and jetsam floating on our skin - dermasdata. WTF?
And here we are, ready to exploit human vanity. How can we distribute this beautifully crafted virus? What's the quickest way to install, download, upload, activate, run, execute? Execute. Love it. By touch. Simple. And how do we get the greatest number of people to touch in one go? A protest. And what can we protest? The use of DNA. Nobody'd ever suspect a thing. A bunch of activists spreading death. Poetic.
And so the plotting begins. But first you must get in tune with the void. The hole. To understand and stand by the belief you need to hear. Words are not hearing. Data is not hearing. Hearing is feeling. Feeling is connecting. Connecting is not jacking in. Connecting is connectionless. Feeling is touchless. Hearing is resonating. Understanding is believing.
If you can't hear what it is that the hole is saying, allow me to unplug your wax-filled deafies and sprinkle some spacedust on those cobweb smothered drums. Here is the beat to follow. Here is the beat to resonate with. Here is the beat of your heart. Here is the beat that will begin the journey. And what will you hear it say? It will say:
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