Are Bots Mimicking People or Are People Acting Like Bots?

I’m sure you’ve heard of the Dead Internet and its entire hypothesis, yes? Its a fascinating concept that can’t be unseen once it clicks because for those of us that were around when the tech was new but low and extremely innovative we can attest that feeling was different and now its something else. Are bots mimicking people or are people acting like bots?

There is trend doing the rounds where the young and hip act like NPCs fulfilling requests so those that tip them for these actions get to feel like puppet masters the pulling strings of something that isn’t quite human. I know, it sounds insane it but thats the Game at this stage. The question is, what are the implications, the motivation and the statement this creates about the race because if this is all you’ve known since you stepped in then what do you think the next level is that you’ll build on top of this? Frogs in a kitchen, my friend…

There are more examples of this and the most amusing thing is that if these kids attention spans hadn’t been totally decimated they’d be the ones most open to my concept that we’re inside a huge Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits because they’ve spent their entire lives in the vice like grip of a handful of corporate conglomerates that have thoroughly programmed their awareness via the guise of entertainment. Are we devolving, collectively? Hormone levels would say this is the case and in terms of being frail (mentally and physically) I’m sure the stats agree so one cannot help but question what the end Game is to all of this.

Transhumanism aka Techno Sapiens.

The average professional ball player is Six foot Five inches which is an interesting phenomenon because when it comes to jockeys Five Two is the standard so its literally a horses for courses thing, yes? Around One percent of the populace have inherited a trust fund that generates some type of wealth and, globally, its that times ten for those who have eyes of a blue tint. Put that all together and if you require a guy of a certain height that comes from wealth and gets it in with sapphire glint to his optics then the chances are quite slim, yes? Sprinkle on top of this cake the fact that there will literally be thousands of women competing for him as well as geolocation, personal preferences and the fact that they may just be homosexual so the math definitely isn’t mathing but when has reality ever stopped womens imaginations, eh? Would it be a stretch to say you can trace this degeneration back to the rampant dream selling of Sex & the City?

If you raise fish in a river that is spiked with hallucinogens will they know they’re tripping or just think its standard? Interesting implication, yes? What if the medium, in this case, was of the social kind and filled with edited images of perfection featuring dream lives with perfect husbands where women were encouraged to not settle for less as they didn’t need a man to provide for them etc, etc? What if that, like the whole Womens Lib, this was all part of an elaborate trick that presented something you didn’t actually want as desirable? You take any one of these career women and ask them a simple question:

“After you’ve had a child would you prefer to look after them or get back to working?“.

Nine out of ten will say watching reality television and playing with the kid beats stepping into the office ever again and yet, back in the Fifties when Sean Connery was a young man coming up in a time when most women were on that Marion Cunningham flex that was exactly how it went as one mans wages were enough to run the whole house whereas now you have both partners working and they’re still up to their eyes in debt because they money they spend isn’t worth the paper upon which it isn’t printed as some digits flow onto their screen and then off again. Its a strange kind of hypnosis, isn’t it and yet when Zardoz himself was dead they dug up this legend:

And tried to crucify his corpse for something he said in Nineteen Sixty Five! Let the ridiculousness of that sink in and then ask your Self why the Feds landed on the doorstep of the Oakland mayor about something that sounds like it was lifted from a Sopranos scrapbook, complete with allegations of corruption, people trafficking and drug dealing thrown in along with a sprinkle of waste management.

Its a stereotype. And its offensive. What the F is going on in this realm because its getting to a point where you have to be willfully ignorant of what is becoming exceedingly blatant and wasn’t ever that well hidden because everyone from the Kennedy’s to the Bronfmans were bootlegging (allegedly, as Costello could’ve just been confused) because this is a Game as old as the Empire itself. Like force feeding opium to the Chinese and then using the HSBC to launder the profits up to the CIA sprinkling crack on the jects and telling those pesky Blacks to smoke rocks instead of kicking them whilst implementing a strange legal stance in which white powder (preferred by men of the same tint) attracted far more lenient sentences than the ghetto equivalent. I mean, stop and think how strange it is that if your homeboy from Compton in his fresh Puma sweats with fifty caps of crack gets ten in the bing but Chip in his Pendletons needed to have five kilos on him in order for them both to be bunking for a stretch. Make that make sense and you’ll see how there is a huge web that spins around this globe and it intends to snare everyone within its grip by using a range of tricks and shenanigans that are dispatched as and when. What does this have to do with people getting paid to pretend to eat things whilst acting like robots on the web?

Everything. Nothing. Can I be more blatant and subtle? Its up to you to draw the connections whilst doing the Knowledge, my friend.

The most interesting aspect is the when you look into who owned major stakes in the labels that bought rap music to the collective conscious and how it grew into a worldwide influence that keeps lawyers cashing in, brands cashing out, broke people spending as they pop bottles and act like celebs with jails filled as desperate people dance to the tune the piper says is what it is. What he’ll never mention is the true intent of the man behind the curtain and if you can pick up what I just dropped you’ll spot I’ve directed your attention to Seventy Four and that might just spur a ReelEyezation that ties together a load of loose ends in a way most interesting.

Till we meet again