I said in a previous thread how I was amazed, back when, as I saw a modern version of a Eighties whip trundling side by side down the road one day. The latter, like current people, was bloated in comparison and yet there were times when we accepted such things without question. Its the same with home furnishings, clothing and pretty much everything else you can imagine. Apart from what you’re consuming. That has been steadily shrinkflating. The link is obvious, isn’t it? I mean, just look at this chart for perfect correlation:
Its Self evident there is some kind caseomorphin effect in this frozen confec that was making people act like devils in the Nineties, yes? Or maybe its the immense decrease in test thanks to all of the xenoestrogens and forever chemicals unleashed into this realm since then? Well, well, well – isn’t that something? Take a look at this:
I find this quite interesting as I pulled out a vintage T shirt from back when and was surprised to see it was stamped with an L when, today, it would be an Extra Medium at best. See, if you’re pumping the fat of land a satiating chemical blend that hit the salt, sugar, fat and wheat switch its akin to a party in your mouth where everyone is invited. Heap on top of this dopamine receptors that are totally frazzled and its starting to look like Universe Twenty Five is in full effect. If you ain’t up on this it about a pretty crazy experiment in which they took the best of the best of our rodent friends, selected and bred to live in a place much like Eden for them. It was, like the first Matrix, a colossal failure. Here’s the sketch:
John Calhoun sketched out a realm that was totally perfect and aimed to please these mice. As mentioned, they picked the best specimens and unleashed them to play. Fun times were had by all! Sexing and feeding, feeding and sexing. Population growth did as you’d expect and then it got to a point where there were so many of them it caused a lot of stress as the strong males fought among themselves whilst the weak gave in. As you’d expect community links dropped to nothing. The women retreated to the higher decks. In the mix we find an odd trend as the Beautiful Ones, as he named them, fell into intense bouts of superficial narcissism as they endlessly groomed themselves, avoid all forms of skirmish and slept but, oddly, never sexed. All across the bricks things were going to hell, quick. Some of the mice became asexual, others were shifting to cannibalism and the rest were set tripping like mini Bloods and Crips.
Break yo self, fool!
Population was starting to dip as less women were getting pregnant and the ones that did weren’t having kids equipped to survive in this mess. The ones that could reproduce were too busy doing it for the Gram or sitting alone, in isolation, as they’d lost the true means for social connects. Around four years later we saw the last mouse pop it clogs and Calhoun had a great observation where he said:
“The rodents had died two deaths. One of their spirit, another of the flesh“.
Now, I want you to consider this from a larger lens by committing the sin of Ratomorphism:
We are at a point in our life cycle that mimics this pretty well and when AI’s ingress doth swell you can guess what comes next, yes? Pop music has always been about sex but its never been quite as blatant as it is at present. Now, I know many gens issue this lament but look at out very own Beautiful Ones and the population as it is and draw your own conclusions about why I said that everyone against anyone is the war thats coming. We are, in the end, social animals in the sense that one is only fat when compared to others who weigh less and even though the crowd, maddening, brings the opportunity for conflict of intellect it still gives us a connect. Something that tech cannot replicate as we’re actually alone but linked by silicon webs that extend. Can you see why the idea of sexing robots is nigh on inevitable in this sketch as the frogs in the kitchen have had the temps turned up in such subtle increments from one gen to the next whilst pumping in enough stims that would make a Roman emperors excess look tame in comparison. Do you think this is by accident? Would the one suggesting this was intended, off rip, need to sport a tinfoil turban for saying such things?
Now, add in the fact that what you spend is worth less (literally and metaphorically) but they disguise this by shrinking what you get or stepping on the mix as the great New Coke experiment attests and how people, in general, own way more now than they did, have immense amounts of convenience and yet most feel a nagging sense of emptiness within that they attempt to hide with endless coping mechs and distractions. Its a pretty odd sketch, yes? Not as strange at what kicks in the animal kingdom round the time of an eclipse though as the giraffes – normally super mellow fellows – acted super stressed like a predator was in their midst whilst the nocturnal birds played dead and, get this, the tortoises got horny as hell and started bumping the strains of Marvin and, quite literally, came out of their shells! Bees weren’t buzzing, spiders destroyed webs and fish checked in to underground hotels as they’d had enough of the mess. I mention this as solar activity is steadily bumping up its digits as an anyone who works the door will attest:
“The full moon brings out all the loons” so there is an obvious link between us and our greater environment so look into polar drift and it certainly appears that something big is cooking for the playas in this realm…
Shrinkflation, a paradise for mice and your waistline seems to be bang on trend and thus if the Game is totally rigged what can one do to make a difference? I’d highly suggest doing the Knowledge as this strips away the ignorance of narrative you accept whilst bringing greater questions that ref the deal with wearing flesh and strolling around a planet in the Third Dimension. This is why I’ve said that depop is inevitable as well as the robosexing revolution and what it brings because once the crowd thins we’ll be straight into the next stage of the Game which is filled with hypersexual, augmented beings as carbon and silicon do mix to create… What, exactly?
Why, the same again!
This is the story of man, in a nutshell, hence why the Architect said the first Matrix failed so well as man needs to run the treadmill as it stops him from thinking about bigger things. I mean, lets pretend the working weak (not a spelling mistake) was three daze instead. Most wouldn’t have a clue what to do with the rest and the ones who did would swiftly click the true nature of the sim and that would lead to an involution and mass exodus, yes? Now, in many ways, the experiment was akin to a wet dream for eugenicists and that is being implemented by stealth using a pincer movement. Look into what I said about Dr Kellog and his plans for mass sterilization then compare this to the “Everyone is a winner mindset” before sprinkling on the mentioned forever chemicals and over stimulation so you gain a clearer pic of what truly kicks.
Its all an option though. The problem is its easier to fool than show people they’ve been tricked ergo they’ll slide down the path of least resistance to transhumanism as the real world will become increasingly violent and unreliable. Watch and see. I mean, the irony of students using AI to cheat their way into degrees then lamenting the same tech is screwing them out of job opportunities really is something, isn’t it? Yet the thing is we can, if we wished, flip the script but that involves unconditionally accepting your Self which, these days, is anathema to the plebs. That means ditching the coping mechs, quick fixes and dopamine hits then devoting this runtime to looking within. Most are totally terrified of their inner realms as its where their repressed emotions dwell and have been festering since back when. Its why, in my own experiments, if you gave ten people two pens and a pad to speak to the child within less than one would do it. Those were the Warriors and they live with the get free or thrive trying mindset as they find the greatest challenge in this realm is overcoming ones own ignorance to gain the strength that comes by facing what you daren’t expect but happily blame someone else instead.
Whats in your bundle, my friend?
Are we living in Dystopia Twenty Five? I look around at how the logic states yes and the sharp teeth resonance hits as well but then I can’t help but wondering why I’m here, in the flesh, decoding this res as I push the pen to the digitized collective unconscious. The only thing that ticks a box, in that respect, is that its my last life in this realm. In that case:
Its a celebration, bishes! Suddenly, a lot about a little makes way more sense, yes? Do the Knowledge, prove me incorrect as this is just another strong opinion, loosely held… The wildest thing is how well this all syncs with what an explorer beyond this realm noted in his experiments as his met a discarnate intelligence that said the whole thing was built for energy extraction via endless conflict and stress. Imagine if this truly were the state of play. What tales must one create in the heads of the Souls plugged in so they accept the script, without question? Not only this but they’ll kill to defend their programming as well then be proud of it as they pass on the stories of conquest to the next generation who do the same thing.
Doesn’t it all seem a little too accurate in realms of mice and men?
Till we meet again
