The Day the Internet Died

They say the oldest tricks are the best because so many people don’t believe they’d fall for something so ancient and big as they’re much too clever and slick. And thats why they’re so effective. In your lifetime you’ll Witness the net, as you know it, die. They’ll blame the handy, dandy “Terrorists” that pop up, now and then, with their oddly specific timings and locations that kill scores of the innocents yet, oddly, never seem to target to the rich and powerful. That alone should make one think because its akin to watching a movie where the hero is outnumbered and the enemies all line up to wait for their ass kicking instead of rushing him and bringing his chapter to an end. You’d be surprised at the similarities between entertainment and entertrainment as the thought process at the helm is identical, just the scales of time involved and mediums are different. I say all that to say this:

Do you remember when the Coca Cola corporation slipped and fumbled, back in the mid Eighties? It was a goof on an immense scale as they took something that worked perfectly, cocked it up and the market rebelled as people yelled “I want my old method of diabetes delivery back, now!”. And they go it. “Power to the people” they said, as they clinked their favorite carbonated beverage with a grin as it tasted just like they remembered. Except, it didn’t. Did you spot the trick? No? Well, get ready, because they’re going to do the same with the web you knew well so best pay attention as I’m predicting the future in this discussion.

The US government subsidized the sale of corn and thus they had loads of it on tap. Some bright spark thought “Hey, if we could switch all the sugar in Coke for High Fructose Syrup instead then we’d be mega rich as the freedom lxving people of this fair country can’t get enough of this beverage thats laced with coca leaf extracts and a special blend of secret ingredients”. Thing is there is a difference in texture that is, to some, quite obvious. Others couldn’t spot it if both versions were in front of them. Then there are the health related aspects… “How can we foist this deception on the masses without them realizing?” said someone in this fictitious conversation in which any similarities to people or corporations are pure poetic license sprinkled with the ravings of an exceedingly vivid imagination designed to make you think outside of the box in regards to the main topic. “What if” said an exec with a grin “We say we’re creating a new and improved version, make it terrible, wait for the response and then bring back the old formula but slip HFCS in instead of the sugar? It will tick most of the familiar tastebuds in their head but the gap will be sufficient for their recollection to have dimmed and no one will be any wiser as to what really happened”. “You’re a genius” said the chief. “Problem, Reaction, Solution. The unholy trinity strikes again“. And that is exactly what they did.

Why do I mention this at the head of this discussion? Simple, thats whats going to happen when they kill the internet you know well, stone dead. The phoenix that rises from its ashes will be the same, yet different and it will pave the way towards children being plugged in from the moment they incarnate until they take their last breath as carbon and silicon mix to beget Techno Sapiens. The next playas in the Game that uses your Soul as a credit who will look at us as we do cavemen. What if they were actually more intelligent than we suspect and wielded a different type of intelligence and perspective? What then?

All of the evil in this realm seems necessary for progress as so much of warfare is based upon deception and that is exactly what is happening because if things were coasting along and perfect no one would need to, nor want to change a thing. Its when the test is met and we’re pushed beyond the limits of what we expect that a new state of play is bought in to which the frogs in the kitchen then become accustomed. Then it happens again. And again. And again. Look at the difference between the world us Eighties babies incarnated into and what it is at the present and then do the mathematics for the next stretch and tell me how primitive the old ways will seem to those who are one hundred percent digital? Its a frogs in the kitchen thing so poisons are dipped in sugar then presented with celebrity endorsements and catchy jingles as the preferred tools of engagement. Is not every refinement which life brings used on the one hand to help and with the other inflict pain? What isn’t weaponized these days ranging from the lining of your coffee cups and pizza boxes up to the spells and rites you use to define your life and inner realms? Think of it this way:

The net seems a great gift as it kills so many inefficient ways stone dead as we can now connect to anything that we wish, in an instant, so life is quick. And yet, communities are failing as people are communicating less and, worse still, attempting to portray an image they aren’t actually living and then feel worse when they see others pull the same scheme with better effects, little knowing or realizing they’re both Victims of the slow death which swings by to take a sip. Not too much, just a little drink. The vampire System needs not show its fangs for people to offer their necks as they’re begging to feel special and get some attention from that which pimps their minds and holds their Souls hostage. If only they could sense something beyond the numbed and calloused Adulteration that passes for awareness things may be different as nothing is hidden. On the flip, its right in front of your dish as you’ll see when we examine the nature of symbols and the images linked to the collective unconscious that is mercilessly manipulated. Its why the sites are designed to mine to the dopamine out of your mind so you keep chasing the next high and they gain a slice of your time and attention until, whoops, one day there is none left. A burnt out generation in the making. But, that matters not as they’ll be onto the next Victim. There is one born every minute… Truth hiding in plain sight still doesn’t like the light so they created an artificial shine in which red, green and blue dancing on a black square is how you define your life. Poetic, isn’t it? And yet that decep contains an immense truth as well for we’re within a Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits and the implications of this are Earth shattering to those that get. Those that fail in the attempt end up in a psych ward instead whilst the rest are happily plugged in to the Matrix that offers and endless stream of distractions and plausible answers to each and any question as long as they never, ever look within and decide to question the narrative. Why? Because then they’d click they’re nothing more than meat puppets that are suspended on the strings of willful ignorance in a world where fake is the new realness as they amuses themselves to death.

You and me, we Witnessed the end of collective innocence and the coming generation did have not a sense of what it felt like to live in a world that wasn’t bathed in electromagnetic signals. Where each move is tracked, each visit is logged and privacy is a farce as that device in your hand knows you better than any man, women or god because you pour your Soul into its void and it, in turn, leads you through a dance where you don’t know the steps, don’t care where its headed but are quite certain that it takes away the pain of the present moment via distraction instead as it offers a facsimile of interaction so we can all bask in our collective loneliness and online image building that, quite often, isn’t what you’re living.

Kind of like a junkie, don’t you think? Most of them don’t even get high any more. They just do gear so not to get sick and that is you and the web, if you’re being honest. “Just another hit” became “Just another click” but the dopamine chain is the same and its why the world is the way it is as people fall deeper in to the trap of consumption as they’re being consumed themselves and the stress this brings leads them back to the scales which the dealer tips in his favor as he proceeds to influence you via notifications and such things which are so like Pavlov’s Dogs which salivated when a bell rings. You too get that familiar sense of tingles kicking in as people train their pets to sit, roll over and play dead whilst the phone does the same thing so I ask, where is your strength? It’s gone, none left, ain’t that right, my friend?

But, here’s my future memory of whats going to happen and when it does you can sit back and think “He did say that, back when”:

There will be an attack. By “Terrorists” (who else?) that will via launched by the net and civilians (who else?) will be killed. For your own safety and benefit the web as you know it will cease to exist as people stare at televisions that scream “Won’t someone think of the kids?” (who else?) and the wheels of progress they built on the sidelines suddenly click into place and then its another good news/bad news thing that will go a little something like this:

“SevenG global internet is the gift that we give to humanity in this, a moment of deep sadness, you no longer need a SIM, phone or device all of that is left in the past, right now what we bring is the future of everything”.

And with this they show a couple with perfect teeth and skin, in a picture of advertised bliss as they walk into a shop and just take what they want off the shelf, leaving without seemingly paying a thing and no one screams “Theft!”. They hop in their car and head to a station to fill their hybrid to the brim and, once again, no money has left and no cards are waved or presented as they drive off to a hotel. They are on a trip and it all seems so magnificent:

“SevenG alone can bring this level of comfort and security in a world that is ever increasing in its unpredictable action as it knows where you are, have been and intend to go next and is always watching to protect as we look out for your interests”.

First rule of business, always protect your investment because without that you ain’t getting paid a thing. “Human Resources”, ring any bells? This is the song that they sing and you’ll hum behind your lips without knowing what it means as you serve out your life sentence because the Piper is as old and he is skilled when it comes to these tricks against those who wear the flesh and think it creates their consciousness.

In response to the attacks launched from the world wide web it was no longer seen as a friend but threat and its open access became an enemy instead. This much was obvious from the carnage which spreads from the handy, dandy terrorists who function as a plot device to keep the viewers tuned in to the new script they bring aka the business of living. To keep you safe and quell the threat they hit the kill switch on the net and all around the world people scream as withdrawal kicks in and there is nowhere to get a hit.

“Brother, can you spare a like?”.

Its a fate worse than death and people do the craziest of things when placed in a situation they can’t comprehend which means they’ll soon accept something which previously would’ve been met with mass protests without the new narrative that was programmed into their heads as the real thing exited stage left and something else was presented instead.

This way everyone wins, the wheels of progress continue to spin and the Slaves line up to offer grist for the mill. Whats interesting is way back when, when “Yahoo” meant something else beyond a search engine, folks did the same thing, except they incinerated their kids so stranger things have happened before you think my ramblings are in any way far fetched. Its amazing what you can get away with if you foist a narrative that is convincing to most of the population as resonance will do the rest. Its a kind of magic, isn’t it?

Back to the commercial which flicks to the same couple looking a lot more ragged as they’re shown in the present moment and not the idyllic bliss that SevenGzus promises to bring as he delivers them to salvation. They get to the checkpoint and hand over their documents as they are ushered into a space in which many others sit, waiting inoculation. Not for any sickness or such thing. No this is the new mode of operating as someone figured out the body, as a bioelectric machine, has its own rhythm and like a fingerprint it is unique. Except it broadcasts out a few feet and thus can be tracked quite easily as each person has their own frequency. SevenGzus the whole sees but none of them perceive she, at least not directly. Every camera, every feed, every log, every stream all link back and feed an AI thats been trained secretly since the late Seventies in order to emulate the processes of humanity in order to better predict and lead. What did you think you were doing when you were clicking all of those “Please select the ducks in these pictures for your own security”? You were teaching the machine how to think messy as we see in curves whilst their minds are filled with lines and were confused easily by what we quickly perceive as a long enough curve can seem straight but the opposite will never be. Haven’t you noticed how, quite recently, these Captchas have got quite abstract and slick as the student prepares to lap the teacher…

An isotope will be placed inside your body, not quite a nano-machine as that will be the follow up-sell technology in a generation or three when people acclimatize to this new way of being. You can be out walking, alone, freely with no cell phone needed as people will share the technology which means:

Your wife wishes to speak so she says “Call Tim” then notices you’ve left your device at home. The SevenG field that permeates where you breathe responds immediately and notices that you’re walking down the street, on the way to meet your friend called Johnny and reroutes, appropriately. “Hello, Kim. It’s John” he says as he passes the phone to thee and you to your wife speak.

Communal technology. Phone boxes will return but in a way you’ve never seen as you’ll pick up the device and it will know instantly who you are and bring up your contacts and workspace, immediately. Same thing at work, you go, do what you do and leave then continue seamlessly at another site cross country as each device you access becomes a continuation of the old screen as a brave new cloud envelopes humanity.

“Oh, its so much better, I don’t have to charge any batteries, no more worrying about thievery or the problems of needing backups and all these things. They seem so quaint and antiquated now when you Thunk about it”, Tim says, happily, as he stands there brushing his teeth and the mirror slash screen feeds back the quality of his sleep based on the data the isotope reads and feeds to the SevenG that peeps everything. A note pops up which says “You need more vitamin B Three, shall I order it for thee?”. Tim grunts his assent as he gargles and rinses his teeth.

After breakfast and a quick chat he gives his wife a peck on the cheek and walks down the street to find a car thats free where he hops in, without a key, as SevenG knows its he. He drives to work and leaves the car on the side of the street where another plugged in denizen takes it where he needs. “Sure you can own you own but who needs the headache when this is free for those who subscribe to SevenG?” is what they speak as they reminisce on how far technology speeds. And yet, none ever stop to question what this means or the nature of singularity as we dance blindly down the street where man becomes machine. Controlled, Altered then Deleted. You’ll see it happen, of that I’m confident.

“Pollution is down, the globe is no longer warmed, no animals were harmed during the making of this show” the believers all chime in, their faces a glow from all the augmentation. And all of this came from the deaths caused by terrorists back when. It all feels like a life time ago. Having to remember passcodes and using cards to debit the things you would purchase as now the store knows who has walked in, there is no need for someone to stand on a till and it knows what you’ve picked as the same tech supplants barcodes which is so convenient as everything is open Twenty Four/Seven and, as you’ve seen, the home SevenG System keeps track of everything you could want and ever need. No more running out of toilet paper when you’ve been too busy to go to the store “That reminds me, SevenG, when are you going to invent some tech which uses three shells from the sea instead of this primitive means to clean?”. The demolition of man, indeed. Have you checked the birth rates and sperm counts recently? Told you about those coffee cups with their endocrine disrupting linings which are all part of the plan to create a new style of human with a centralized intelligence that outsources their awareness via the transhumanist movement.

People will look back at the world we know see as so primitive and measly as there are no longer borders, so to speak, anyone is free to just turn up at the airport and go anywhere they wish, freely. As long as they’re sustained, either via employment – which extends their range of connectivity – or via spare credits on hand and people are way more happy. Mainly because they have to be, SevenG won’t let it be any other way as “Remember the Great Disconnect” is stated somberly as this was the day the net died and something else descended from the skies with perfect timing. Gee, you’d Thunk they planned it. Like life moved on a script in sync with the heavens that hid a type of intelligence that most never, ever suspect as they think they’re the end all, be all of sentience. I guess time will tell in that respect hence why I pushed the pen to share this perspect before it happens whilst sprinkling other seeds in your dome for further consideration.

And yet, this isn’t the end. No, that is where the future begins and then, as now, there are those who don’t trust the shadowy government an inch because they know the cowboys tricks and refuse to get chipped because they’re not down with the Sevens promises and thus, by dint of their free will, are locked out of the System and exist on the fringe instead.

“You can’t go here, that isn’t for you, friend. Come back when you’re in the System” is offered with a pleasant grin from those logged in so they dwell in their own little realm, fighting for what they can get whilst those who accepted what they said Thunk of them as simple and primitive. “Duh, look at our lives. They’re so much better, almost perfect. After all everything we did with tech and via a device is managed instead by the biometric initiative which cross references my gait, state and electromagnetic resonance to correlate the best way to navigate life with less stress and I feel like I’m fully protected and safe as the bad guys simply can’t get in as the System watches everything. Seven wont let it happen as the price of security is eternal vigilance and she takes care of all of this and so much more with a word from my lips. She’s the apple of my eye” Tim says and, for his daughter, this will be a truth at is Self evident that the next step is sub ocular implants which usher in the wetware revolution and people livestream their lives from moment to moment and you can, from the comfort of your home, step into their form and Witness all that they can sense as movies become feelies and the world marvels at the tech and sees not the fangs hidden behind the lips as the little drink takes on a new meaning. Why do you think “Siri” is “Iris” when flipped as well as the obvious symbolism of the bitten Apple of temptation which promises to render man to Androids instead? Not to mention the fact that for your entire life you’ve been subconsciously indoctrinated to Thunk sex with robots is coming. Literally. What? Didn’t you get the message?

How many times have you “Turned on” tech and allowed it to manipulate your awareness? The symbolism isn’t even subtle. This is just the next level thats built upon this old foundation and once what isn’t needed crumbles, thanks to the those handy, dandy, “Terrorists” that always know when and where to hit to cause the most stress with an oddly specific dating algorithm that only ever kills civilians and never those at the top of the pyramid as laws kick in that strip further freedoms and fragment the already beleaguered population into accepting more obstacles on the psycho-social treadmill of what it means to be human. Think of this as the real Great Reset and whats planned in secret because the truth is Self evident to one who has done the Knowledge because the web was unleashed with the promise of freedom and yet delivered steadily increasing limitations instead. Much like religion in that respect which preaches peace but leaves a trail of bloodshed in its wake. The links are interesting but most dare not peep Game because the opiate of seeking power outside of your frame remains identical, just the branding and delivery methods change depending upon who sets the new order of the age.

This is where we’ll head unless we collectively think different and rewrite the script that, for six thousand years, has been penned and hammered into the heads of those who walked in the shadow of death and all it represents to wear an Earthday Suit made of carbon and step into this realm which has a really, really strange intent at the realm that doesn’t seem to much like humans. Even though it can’t survive without them. A bridge too far or an obvious statement? What if your mind was behind enemy lines, like Stockholm Syndrome? How could you tell when plugged in if the lie was made big and constantly repeated as the only option?

May sound far fetched at this instance but remember when the attack kicks in and the old net ends and people are out in the streets, fiending, for another hit. Only for their prayers to be answered as something similar yet different to what they’ll present as the “real thing”, which was handily prepared and shaped in secret, will be revealed as just what was needed. To get in you’ll need to bring the equivalent of a driving license to use the web and, best believe, that access will be biometric and the rest will fill the dots much like the image I’ve sketched because its the old boiling frogs in a kitchen trick that will be built upon this blueprint. It always done in degrees. Or increments so they don’t notice whats happening around them and do something about it as its easier to get sucked in by a crafty combination of stress, duress and the wish to get ahead. Same difference. Its simply a question of when. Anyone else feel like stretching their legs or expanding their minds to see the bigger pic whilst its still an option or does the coming daze of Techno Sapiens seem like the futures calling and you can’t wait to get augmented?

I mean, just stop and think, for a moment, how obvious it all is because first the dislike option was stripped away in order to ensure silent compliance with engineered opinions that brook no dissent or critical thinking from the masses, then the “Cancel everyone who doesn’t support the Current Thing” event and now we’re at the moment where pretty much every single search engine is useless and reports back straight up garbage no matter what commands you throw at it. Add in the barrage of AI generated content, bots and traffic shaping mixed with blatant echo chambering then serve fresh in a bowl thats etched “Property of the United States government” and the math does itself…

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again