At multiversity, godlings can choose among many subjects like miracleworking, theoretical & applied demiurgy, mathematics, cellular automata

He takes a pull. “No, I did find myself. I’ve been running ever since.”

clear dark: dreamless type 0, highest $$↵white swirls: common & popular↵tortured faces: junk.↵rainbow glimmer: rare, strongly hallucinogenic

A tap to the donor’s temple collects what’s ideally a clear dark fluid. Else, the wrong dream type may cause severe memetic immune response.

Bottled sleep, milked from the poor and homeless, has become popular on the black market. It’s someone else’s sleep, but at least it’s some.

I do wonder, when the catholic church does devops, do they bless the hosts

we have temples in every simulation↵at mass, there will be blessed pancakes in the image of our universe stack, drenched in holy maple syrup

stated cult goal: leverage singularities to convert the world into computronium to run more universes on

join my cult, the church of the exponential slowdown

Not surprisingly, they find our diamond, run it themselves, find us.↵The link has been established, the chain closed.↵Q.E.D.

They run it. We watch. The chain becomes longer, the simulators’ direction clearer. We infer their next change, embed a diamond, and run it.

You run it, of course. It’s… not that alien, actually. There’s still humans, some good, some bad. And then, in it, another diamond shows up.

You find the laws of a universe in a memory diamond. It turns out to be the precursor to ours, a window onto the simulators’ past mistakes.

a click generator botnet gets caught up in one of the campaigns and pretty much by accident creates the first machine religion

I suppose the one who sets it up and tweaks the parameters would be a metaprophet, though with the correct prefix they’d be a protoprophet

fully automated religion whose prophet is a program that generates scripture and imagery, places those as ads, and learns from clickthroughs

actually, you can kill a hydra, just sew on enough heads to cancel out the existing ones

your hand flickers, molts, ｈｕｒｔｓ around the little cornucopia, old-looking circuit scars appear on your arm, spread like a rash

that close to the reactor, dead pixels cloud your vision, but you reach in anyway↵the glitch core burns you icily, but your people will live

mold has fallen from the sky, covered everything in white fuzz, and we venture outside only in spore-proof clothing and filter masks

sample every madness, try every sin↵the exquisite and the vulgar ones, the chemical and the mystical↵give your identity a dozen STDs

the first practical invisibility cloaks are unwieldy boxes, but that’s enough to vanish into warm unseen darkness when required

the Poor, or as we’ve come to call them, FinCel,

did you hear that in some parts of the internet, you aren’t allowed to see the unpixelated face of your waifu until you’ve married her

I imagine that the shell rotates slowly as it grows, so the older a part of the city, the more distinctly lopsided houses and streets are

a snail so old and large that a city has grown into the shell, houses cling to it, countless pulleys handle traffic, a castle sits on top

finding privilege escalations in the gender binary

fuzzing the gender binary

In an insidious twist on cryogenic immortality, criminals have invented the cryolocker, freezing people and holding them for ransom

Dances with Egregores, where our hero is sent to the frontier of cyberspace, befriends the digital natives, learns to shitpost, finds love,

I know house boats are great but consider house zeppelins, you could fly wherever, park wherever, host sick parties, get lost over the ocean

lost+found but for minds: some with owners missing, some simply refusing to return, others not even human, probably lost by alien tourists

SHADOW CHARACTERS:↵Moon: vapid↵Fire: airheaded, forgetful↵Moon during lunar eclipse: giddy, very meta↵Sirius: bros↵KIC 8462852: ⠠⠠⠁⠽⠽⠀⠠⠠⠇⠍⠁⠕

Shadows take the character of their source. Electric light’s are dumb, the sun’s boorish. But during new moon, you can talk to distant stars

Too many minds? Trouble with ingroups springing up everywhere? Atomize the problem with our Moloch™ mindkiller!↵CALL 555-CIVILIZATION

Growth rings play over the surface like moiré patterns, leaves grow and wilt like little flames. The smell of resin is overpowering.

The fire advances and the trees melt, off their branches drips liquid wood that runs off like tar, unites into wooden lava streams

Unnoticed, a bottle of nanites falls off the truck, breaks and spills. The grey goop is then soon digested by soil bacteria.

Einsteinification (n): deifying a great performer or master of a field into a simile/icon while near-ignoring the actual person

and then there’s this one face that all the AIs recognize even though no training set contains it. Sometimes you see him in public transport

pierce your eyelids and insert crystal lenses through which your dreams may peek out

As her memory goes, other parts of her do as well. Her left eye flickers in and out of existence, her arms have been transparent for months

memes are weird because their aesthetics are primarily evolved, not deliberated on by humans, they don’t care much about beauty

Where humans amuse themselves with wordplay, demiurges rejoice in worldplay, create universes in a thought because their laws combine neatly

Young careless superintelligences quickly find themselves snacked on by basilisks of their own making. Only the dumb survive.

Ink, time, solitude, cooked under lamplight, yield myth, a potent hallucinogen. One recognizes addicts by their shy demeanor, haunted stares

The alien has been in orbit for a billion years but never made contact, transfixed instead by volcanoes growing, continents melting away

“I walk them around the park’s flowers every morning-“↵A few of the bees sit on his hands and seem to be nibbling on his skin affectionately

Bees buzz around his hat, sun themselves on the brim, land and vanish between the straws↵”Oh that? Don’t worry, that’s just my pet hive”

The Others talk in clicks, move oddly, but don’t seem to notice you as most of them are staring into their hands where glyphs play over skin