The Algorithm People

I think that, as a concept, the idea that we all - or that even just I - exist within a simulation, and that everything around us is fake - is the dumbest shit known to man.

The only thing in day to day life that gives me pause, and makes me have to seriously question to sentience and sapience of those around me, is when I encounter "Algorithm People".

Those hollow, wretched, souls who spew, ad nauseum, a slurry of bile and bullshit that was undeniably ripped straight from a facebook or twitter feed - curated by an unfeeling and unthinking line of code.

Nothing goes on in those unsightly, misshapen, heads of theirs - nothing whatsoever. It's in one ear and out the other - and I wonder if they've always been that way, if from day one they were on "autopilot" - or if it was the byproduct of head trauma, CTE, or rampant drug usage.

I have developed many theories - but I haven't the evidence for any of them. If I could just sever myself from their presence, I would be right as rain - but sometimes life isn't fair.

That crooked nosed, probably jewish, broad - and that fat, motormouthed, lobotomite from my last post - I heard them speak earlier, when I was at work. They spoke to each other, as well as to a third lady - who is a little less unsightly, but she's still a wretched and unlikable bitch.

The conversation was just a back and forth of the same bullshit that's been said for 25 years - but said in a way that the speaker believed themselves to be some great orator and philosopher - they spoke with urgency about how "You know, Die Hard is a Christmas movie actually" and how "The Nightmare Before Christmas is both a Halloween movie and a Christmas movie" - speaking with such urgency that they interrupted each other, raising their voices for emphasis, repeating the same line three or four times for good measure, to ensure that it was heard and to see any sort of response - they talked of Bruce Willis' failing health, and despite not knowing what was causing his rapid mental decline - there was a smugness about them for even knowing just the vaguest details of the story - no doubt gleaned from a headline and nothing else. Those bastards - they think they're "cultured".

I have caught, what I would call, an expectable amount of flak for my assertion that - as an alternative to the internet - we should create a walled off "intranet", and heavily filter everyone allowed on it.

In this hypothetical "intranet" we should do everything in our power to ensure that "Algorithm People" can never prosper.

To outsource one's entire mind to endlessly scrollable feeds of slop and filler is to die - to allow one's mind to be piloted only by whoever or whatever is deciding what you'll see on any given day of the week that you're online.

I'm rambling, I know that - I'm tired as is, it's 3:43 AM - but I needed it off of my chest. There will be more, I assure you. Brace yourselves. At some point I will be back with more stories.