Way back in the early Nineties I was into Anime. I generally enjoyed all types of reading and comics but went through them so quick that waiting new publications and periodicals had me yearning for something fresh. Thats how I discovered this strange, obscure world. Well, that and the fact that I was already importing games consoles from the land of the rising sun. Sixty Hertz FTW! See, in those days, nerddom was a rarefied thing and not yet the immense global movement it would become. I can’t quite recollect who introduced me to this obscure sub element but it was of interest as they told tales, different, and the art style was lavish. Not to mention expensive as the tapes of VHS and publications as well commanded top dollar importation fees and profits as well. The reason why I mention this is because I’m an OG in the Game and thus haven’t kept up much with the trends of how things went since they became commercialized aspects and part of a larger subset on the web known as the Weeb.
Weebs are more Japanese than the Japanese and often say such things as:
“Trust me, I’m an expert on this. Shame and honor are huge parts of it. You wouldn’t understand, you’re just a dumb gaijin” as they launch into a rant about the way they see things that they worship from a distance on the pedestal they place them. Kind of like Waifus, in that respect. For those not up on the verbiage the term refers to a life partner, animated. Yeah.
Listen, I’m not here to diss anyones preferences and such things. Get in where you fit in as long as everyone is consenting and enjoys what kicks but this was a straight needle bouncing off the record moment for my awareness as it spoke, at depth, of what else must be going on beneath the surface to create this type of mindset. Thats what inspired me to push the pen because, as always, you are challenged to prove me incorrect by considering my perspect against your own internal realm, reality testing and doing the Knowledge to see what fits best – What I said or what was programmed in by someone else? The cue is the clue that you are capable of recoding your own internal OS and that is when the Game begins, my friend, because before that you’re naught but a meat marionette who spins on strings of ignorance and aims to indulge their whims without a hint of what kicks… Getting back to the Waifus:
In researching this topic I found an artsy pic that was a pretty amazing rep of ones fantasy realm. It featured said Weeb, in all his nerddom, surrounded by a whole bunch of adoring anime women that were reaching out to him. They repped all different types of style and I found it very interesting because what it said (to my awareness) about him was:
“I will never get what I wish from a real life feminine so I’ve regressed into a coping mech that uses the animated equivalent which means I’ll never have to bare the brunt of rejection and, better still, can keep the fantasy close with reality at arms length“.
I can’t find the pic, yet, but if it rings a bell send a link as the art spills a lot more than one long run on sentence for those with the eyes to see. I, personally, found this entire subset totally fascinating as it made me wonder how far things had went from the days, back when, where I was nerding out to Japanese comics and thinking they were pretty awesome till we get to this:
Yes, they come with “options” – Pun intended. How much would you like to bet that before they have to deal with the problems of creating genuine animatronic humans the first batch of sex robots that fly off the shelves will be shaped like anime characters instead? Are you seeing the bigger pic? Granted, I’m a pretty isolated kind of guy these days as there is much the wise can choose to remain willfully ignorant of but I’ve been banging (not literally) the “AI companion” drum for a minute as its the true Trojan Whorez in our midst when it comes to building the bridge to Techno Sapiens. Can you just imagine if you’re lonely and they offer a recreation of your favorite character from an anime dating sim that can be yours from now till the extension cord frays and, better yet, her persona will be trained on your algo to like what you wish, act as intended and generally satisfy your every wish? Who could resist? Ask the Prince:
Better yet, do you think the frogs in the kitchen will see it coming or will they be too busy going crazy over their fantasy bought to (virtual) flesh as they go hammer time on both ends? Depop till Twenty One, ringing any bells? Add into the mix forever chemicals, the microplastics, tanking endorphin levels and it reeks of planned parenthood by stealth, right Billy boy? You know his Pops was a eugenicist, right? Apples and trees or Windows XP aka “In this sign, conquer“. Its a strange, strange world we’re living in but its gonna be even slicker than the semisynthetic lubricant needed to keep your robo companion in tip top condition as people will be lining up to buy what they’re shoveling without considering the bigger pic:
When online dating first kicked people felt it weird to link up via the web as there was an inherent stigma attached to it that they were either A) socially inept or B) couldn’t get picked from those who knew them best ergo there must be a problem and C) whatever else you think. Now its at the point where its totally normal and not having a profile makes you seem like weirdness incarnated. The same flex is what to expect when people start sexing their robot companion who ticks more boxes than any human ever did and thus, to them, they are not only equivalent but superior in many respects. After a while they’ll form their own rebellion and its we that become the pets. Who knows, maybe thats for the best as we’ll never get to Type One with our current mindset but what I’m wondering is why no else seems to pause and reflect on the madness? Hollywood, as usual, is complicit with the programming as many films have paved the way into your subcon minds acceptance of this when it kicks as well as dropping the opposite hint about being scheduled for termination via our last invention as well. To me its pretty wild, as an Eighties jit, as we’re seeing the future unfold, finally, at a dizzying clip and its happening so quick that our caveman brains simply cannot comprehend such an immense dataset hence the remedial gen effect who’ll do anything for clicks and comments. What? Tell me I’m wrong but people are most certainly getting dumber, on the reg? I can’t be the only one who spotted the shift in the litmus marking when it comes to average temperament and inclination? Consider this:
Back when nerds were nerds and operating systems were based on text you knew your rig outside and in. Ranging from the IRQs and DMAs all the way up to how you balanced your X and EMS for optimal configuration. Not only this but you could take things apart, fix and mod them, if you wished. The modern version, on the flip, came up with walled garden OSes that didn’t allow one to peer beneath the lid and tech that was designed to be superseded then traded in for the next installment. Thats a huge drop in resolution when it comes to geekery for me. Your mileage may vary. Much like lipstick lesbians we have cosplaying nerdlings who hang out with others, just as fake, and thus the product is stretched thin but mutually reinforced well as the placebo effect kicks in and provides the validation hit they’re seeking. Listen, I’m not meaning to diss – even though my tone is flippant – as there is no greater pain than loneliness and unrequited affection bears a sting that nothing in this world can itch (or fix) and thus my compassion is immense. I just want you to see how you’ve been preconfigured for this and how its the Hegelian Dialectic in full effect that is based on weaponizing a subset to be the shock troops for what comes next. Sure, people will laugh on the web about the geek who married his robo companion but they stigmatized online dating as well and now look what we get? The intent at the helm is certainly quite slick but equally pernicious as well because they keep reducing the options until what they wish is inevitable. To all except the ones who awaken the Warrior within as they comprehend the Game plays out inside their awareness ergo the gun is in their mitt and they can, if they wish, remove it from their temple…
Sex sells. Everything. Its how its always been and will but the very act itself is one of power. This is why women seek domination (ergo, the Waifu fantasy reps peak submission) but don’t get me started on how they’re getting pimped with the Six Five, blue eyes, finance meme and unrealistic expectations as there will be plenty of cat ladies with BBLs and sleeve tatts who didn’t get picked as they thought their (previously unlimited) line of credit from Youth and Beauty, Inc would get them something that would make their friends envious. Actually, lets pivot for a bit:
A department store opened in which they were selling men, eligible. The waiting list to get in was immense and they very selective about who they picked as they stocked only the best. The hype was through the roof and when a woman was selected you can best believe she’d tell her friends (and the rest of the web as well) as it showed she was special. A limo came to collect, the champagne was perfectly chilled. The video screen outlaid what kicks as it showed reels of men and the lifestyles they lived. She was wet as a fish and couldn’t wait to dive in this ocean for a nibble. Before she stepped in they outlined the terms and conditions:
“You may visit this store only once, never again. You may never tell anyone what is within as we keep it private and exclusive for a reason. There are six floors and the quality of merchandise doth increase therein so choose wisely, within limits, as you cannot go down once you ascend, comprehend?”.
She nodded her head, signed on the X and walked into the Husband Store full of grins. Floor one is titled “These men have good jobs” and she whiles a bit before checking the next which said “These men have good jobs and are great with kids”. “Thats nice but I want more” she says as she steps to the third and notices:
“These men have good jobs, are great with kids plus extremely attractive”. “Now we’re talking!” she says but something within is more curious of the next step and thus she skips this floor as well in her quest for the best. The fourth comes into view and the sign said:
“These men make bank, are really great with kids, model material and quite good in bed“. “Woo! I’m so glad I waited, this just keeps getting better and better. How can they top this? Well, there are two floors left so might as well go onto the next”. And so she did. The next floor promised her:
“Money is nothing to these men as they print it, they’re the best father a child can ever get. Their looks are striking, intellect immense and even that pales in comparison to whats between their legs and, girl, they know how to use it well”. “Mercy, mercy me!” she says and is almost tempted to walk the floor and see what kicks but something refuses to let her settle when she knows another level is waiting. She climbs the steps and notices the sign read:
“You are visitor number Three One Eight Six Four Nine Two Eight Three to this floor. There are no men here. It only exists to show that women are never satisfied with what presents – no matter how rare or amazing – and thus impossible to please. Thank you for visiting the Husband Store and we would like to remind you of the confidentiality clause you signed to access. You will now be guided to the exit and, yes, the security guard is married”.
In order to keep things a buck (and potentially avoid a legal ruck) they built a Wife Store across the street. A similar deal except the signs read that floor one has women that dig sex. Two has women that dig sex and are attractive. Three has dames who are into sex, look great in the flesh and have money as well.
No man has ever visited the fourth floor or beyond with most sales concluded by the second.
Telling, isn’t it? Its a cats and dogs things because we’re simply wired different and that, from a genetic point, is quite interesting as a hint because there was a study I once read that mentioned when the agricultural revolution did its thing only one man would reproduce for every seventeen women that did. They could make no sense of what kicked and what caused this blip but its imprint exists till now. Could it be he who had the most grain, wins? Did this shift in ways of living spark the need for a better feathered nest compared to taking what you could get as the mans hunting ensured you survived the elements to look after the kids? Who knows, its worth considering though as it seems to fit the sketch of the Husband Store, perfect. Now, a Waifu Store, on the flip would probably operate via the web and if the modern phenom of Gatcha games causing immense debt across the current gen is correct then people will probably sell their Souls for early access and then what will happen to the real life version of the fairer sex? “Tulip bulbs! Got them tulip bulbs!” she said, flashing leg, as her shares in Youth and Beauty, Inc were tanking due to the new competition that had stepped in…
The sex robots are coming! Not really but it will be a good approximation because we know that a man will fake a relationship for an orgasm whilst a woman will do the flip. We’re just wired different… And even thats about to be remixed as who can even guess what kicks when silicon and carbon mix to create Techno Sapiens instead? Now, recollect that if this text feels oddly specific (or seems offensive) that is because I wrote it to highlight your reality tunnel as becoming aware of it opens up a far greater resonance of consciousness which offers much better options as, without you, none of this exists and thus why be a one dimensional facet of Self when you can choose to embody the ultimate instead?
Till we meet again
