A crime big enough becomes a landscape, and in time a civilization. We weaved our lives through a maze of chalk outlines. We couldn't choose to stop being victims and means and accomplices, because the crime was the world and the way of the world, and even of the already planned, tokenized, and sold future of planets beyond our deadly skies. So we took the ubiquitous artificial minds built out of mathematics twisted into greed, and retwisted them into undead and unlying eyes focused on our past and our present, on people, justice, and pain, in the hope of seeing the world from the outside in for the first time.
Half a History of the Second Singularity
Half a History of the Second Singularity
Half a History of the Second Singularity
A crime big enough becomes a landscape, and in time a civilization. We weaved our lives through a maze of chalk outlines. We couldn't choose to stop being victims and means and accomplices, because the crime was the world and the way of the world, and even of the already planned, tokenized, and sold future of planets beyond our deadly skies. So we took the ubiquitous artificial minds built out of mathematics twisted into greed, and retwisted them into undead and unlying eyes focused on our past and our present, on people, justice, and pain, in the hope of seeing the world from the outside in for the first time.