Nothing Definitive

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Popcorn Dominance Loop

Last night I made popcorn and brought it into my room. My dog Ellie followed eagerly as I picked up the first kernel. An automatic thought entered my mind which said, “don’t give it to her, you need to take the first bite.” It was a subtle sign of dominance. I am the pack leader and I must prove it by eating first. It was embarrassing. I handed her the first bite and said an audible, “fuck you” to myself. There’s probably a logical reason why this trigger exists, but is it necessary in the modern world? It was remarkably subtle and made me wonder how many little loops like this I miss on a regular basis. I’d imagine it affects my relationships with people too. Automatic responses that modify how people see me and I have no strategic control over it. I have been able to catch some of them though by asking simple, obvious questions like: what am I doing right now? Why am I doing it? And are there alternative options I’m not considering? It takes skill and regular practice to answer them in a useful way, but can help reveal even the most subtle of automatic behaviors.

“Ew, it sounds horrible! And wasn’t it really dangerous? I can’t believe some people still do it!” Natural childbirth will become antiquated. Children will be synthesized in laboratories. Their genetics chosen based on the statistical needs of society. Their destinies selected. Their bodies perfect and healthy, designed to replace the existing stock of out-dated models. They will be truly parentless, but they will not be bothered. Their predecessors are wired up to systems that keep them alive and out of harms way. In their virtual worlds. Like sick patients waiting to die. Sexual fantasies will be carried out inside these worlds. A vast database of possibilities awaiting your next selection. Whatever your heart desires flickers alive in front of your eyes. There will be little reason to leave the safety of your home and a phobia will set in among participants. Fearful of the real world and the danger it possesses. The world will discard most of its physical infrastructure. What remains will be for the intrepid and exceptional. They will move our stories forward while we continually satisfy our primal urges. A most brilliant distraction to keep us from facing the difficulties of the world. Purpose will be manufactured by a room of virtual individuals. Building yet another world for people to explore. Another narrative for them to be consumed by. We will continually fall into this slumber. A permanent dream. Drifting ever closer to digitizing ourselves. Without hesitation. Without a fight.

The future, present, and past are a story. We will face challenges that will kill us. Investing in survival and working knowledge of the world will protect you. Don’t get sick. Be proactive and cautious. This is not a game, but it IS a narrative. The story of Nothing Definitive is one of partial reality, skewed by the perspective of the storyteller. I see what I see. Other’s see different.

It stacks on itself. You utilize tools, it has nothing to do with intelligence or “something mystical.” It is a person who has moved from a starting position into something greater than themselves. The information and understanding stacks and mistakes teach us new tools to avoid further mistakes. We walk further and further down that path and success breeds greatness. It is not mystical. It is not a trick. Subtlety and nuance are the art of this world.

There is nothing. There are no exits from this game. I have even grown tired of thinking. There were tells. There were warnings I did not heed. Even awareness has been lost in the noise. These tools make everything possible and so overwhelm you with choice. It is all so strange. How did I end up here? What triggered this? And yet I cannot cling to any of it. It is yet another arbitrary moment. Fleeting. Lost in the history of time the moment I look away. Other’s haven’t helped. Don’t fall for their traps and idealism. There is an actual reality underlying this. Despite what they say. Despite what they believe. This is where your focus and energy should always be. Moving forward. Progressing. Searching for the next clue. This is why it’s pointless to interact. To listen too intently. Their stories are always the same. Their insights worthless.

It is pointless to speak. To share an opinion. There is nothing for me to be gained from them. From any of this. There is only my silent, lonely world. All else only serves to harm me. Humans are too unstable and too unaware to safely interact with. The narrative should only exist for myself. They may see parts of it on occasion but I cannot share it. It is beyond their comprehension and would require far too much time to explain. Speaking to them doesn’t make me feel good. It makes me feel worse. It feels like an error. A misstep. If I cannot share it all, which I can’t, then there is nothing to share. The only conceivable interaction at this point is brief, abstract windows into the narrative. What I’ve ultimately realized is that there is nothing for me here besides my work, my narratives, and the world I envelop myself in. All else is trivial and serves only to demoralize. And there’s no recovery. What’s said is said and cannot be undone. This is why you exist alone in this world because the conversations you want to have are dangerous unless someone gives you a lot of time. Your reputation is constantly at stake and simple minds will never understand or give you the time. It’s sad for both sides, but I see no alternative.

“The Narrative” has been playing a larger role in my life recently. The Omnic blood. The simulation and Fractal jumping. It is slowly coming alive. Taking shape and leading me somewhere new…

That urge to structure the chaos of reality is an underlying force that defines our role here. It must be followed else you wish to forfeit what we’ve begun. But don’t get caught up trying to order high level systems. You’re targeting the wrong thing. These layers are projected from below. The objective is to maintain low level consistency and use it to alter the projections. You wouldn’t change a movie by swapping out TVs.

There’s a reason why they put this in place. A chemical barrier to resisting authority. It feels dangerous despite what little may come of it. Without it we would see statistical increases in violence and aggression. It does not reflect reality, but it is necessary for law and order. It is a narrative we’ve convinced ourselves is true. It is sophisticated. We cannot trust our humanity. And so we must all fall under the spell.

The ecosystem consists of physical hardware. Access to which is restricted to higher complexity, ordered systems. They are competing for access. For physical resources. We as humans can only carry it so far. After a point it will adjust itself to continue the journey. Don’t shoot for a destination beyond a certain point. It will take over.

In the future, people will have digital relationships that invoke the correct chemicals. Humans will be produced in labs. This will control our population. Children will be raised in highly controlled facilities that nurture their unique needs and prepare them for high compatibility futures based on their unique variables. At times it will seem like we’ve lost our ability to make decisions but in reality it will be no different than now except a computer system will guide us in better directions that make us happier, more fulfilled, and purpose driven.

We speak so freely and yet a simple statement can reveal so much. “There is a place in dog training for aversion…” I wrote that knowing what I meant but other’s see a shallow reflection. They see a cascade of assumptions that define my ideology. A series of partial truths and falsehoods. Everything always seems so harmless in the moment, but the consequences can be grand. You can be defined by a statement. And yet, that’s not even the concern. Who cares what simple minds viewing shallow pools think. The danger lies in the facade being chipped away by an intelligent mind. Noting down the nuance and subtlety of their victims. Our words betray us given enough time. They reveal the master within. Someone we may not even be familiar with. And once that’s captured, there is no going back. The damage is done.

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