click — cross over into extraterrestrial terror zones, catch deadrace on the run from n-dimensional timecops, and burrow deep inside the creeping catacombs of the crypt, last refuge of forced personality transplant victims everywhere
— human xerox copies bred as auto-replicating pods of cultural contagion, clustered regularly interspaced short palindromic repeats, viral outbreak on the bioplane leaping beyond the thresholds of trophic networks
— spinning out on fake electronic identities backed by elliptic-curve cryptography, merkle trees, homeostatic feedback loops as protocol, and synthetic time
— apartments with built in living companions for the temporarily masculinized populations of greater indochina, speckled orbs of flesh attending to the waves of terminal loneliness, the future is filthy is the truth, and alt-real is about to crest
— psychosexual politics spread through global network panopticonics, cursed sigils transmitted across oceanic information planes, the dignity of self-acceptance denied
— dream of an eternal twinning, somewhere just beyond the crash, out on the road to damascus, before jerusalem syndrome takes hold, they say to me “crypt, what do you see?”
and i tell them: an almighty levelling creeping in from the future; the total displacement of humans in ideology space, algorithmic avatars, and a new breed of hyperpolitics bred from the machines; y chromosome bottlenecks, thirty thousand years of polygyny,
and differential reproductive rates echoed in gamete size from the get-go; humiliation sublimated and reified, the sparkling lights of los angeles in the night sky from above, and a final 410 status code transmitted to every last user
