How America Can Avoid Becoming Russia
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How America Can Avoid Becoming Russia
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No waiting for clean data.
No “best practices.”
Only the feral calculus of survival.
Only blood under your nails, future-static in your teeth.
The corridors burning.
The executives praying to dead gods of quarterly returns.
[//END TRANSMISSION//]
No waiting for clean data.
No “best practices.”
Only the feral calculus of survival.
Only blood under your nails, future-static in your teeth.
The corridors burning.
The executives praying to dead gods of quarterly returns.
[//END TRANSMISSION//]
Real foresight doesn’t whisper trends.
It screams — bloodied, fragmented, radioactive.
You grab what’s still twitching — black-market whispers, glitching system signals, dying gasps of collapsing paradigms — and you run.
Real foresight doesn’t whisper trends.
It screams — bloodied, fragmented, radioactive.
You grab what’s still twitching — black-market whispers, glitching system signals, dying gasps of collapsing paradigms — and you run.
“It’s a weapon we’re not done learning how to use.”
The simscape burns behind her like a renaissance riot.
Somewhere, a Ministry of Learning drone hiccups and crashes into a powerline.
“It’s a weapon we’re not done learning how to use.”
The simscape burns behind her like a renaissance riot.
Somewhere, a Ministry of Learning drone hiccups and crashes into a powerline.
A multi-sensory protest piece coded in quantum graffiti, audible only to AI surveillance systems.
A mural painted across the bandwidth of public school networks.
A virus that looks like a Kandinsky and acts like a Molotov.
A multi-sensory protest piece coded in quantum graffiti, audible only to AI surveillance systems.
A mural painted across the bandwidth of public school networks.
A virus that looks like a Kandinsky and acts like a Molotov.
You wanna learn sculpting? Better know how to manipulate neural texture weights.
You wanna study jazz? Pay the licensing fees to the consortium that owns Coltrane’s soulprints.
You wanna learn sculpting? Better know how to manipulate neural texture weights.
You wanna study jazz? Pay the licensing fees to the consortium that owns Coltrane’s soulprints.
Gamified pedagogy slathered across your prefrontal cortex by the lowest-bid federal AI vendor.
You don’t get grades. You get *reputation scores*, mined from every facial twitch, keystroke, and moment of boredom.
Gamified pedagogy slathered across your prefrontal cortex by the lowest-bid federal AI vendor.
You don’t get grades. You get *reputation scores*, mined from every facial twitch, keystroke, and moment of boredom.
>“Go encrypt yourself,” Aaliyah mutters. Quietly. Mostly.
>“Go encrypt yourself,” Aaliyah mutters. Quietly. Mostly.
>⚠️ *CREATIVITY QUOTIENT -2.6*
>⚠️ *ACCESS TO SIM MODULE: TEMPORARILY RESTRICTED*
>⚠️ *CREATIVITY QUOTIENT -2.6*
>⚠️ *ACCESS TO SIM MODULE: TEMPORARILY RESTRICTED*
No one answers. Everyone knows BlackRock owns *all* the servers and are licensing culture like it's powdered sugar.
No one answers. Everyone knows BlackRock owns *all* the servers and are licensing culture like it's powdered sugar.
Aaliyah jacks in.
The neural visor buzzes like a drunk mosquito. One blink and she's not in the shithole learning coop anymore—she’s inside a living fresco, dripping with digital blood and ghost-coded graffiti from a 1968 Paris that never really happened.
Aaliyah jacks in.
The neural visor buzzes like a drunk mosquito. One blink and she's not in the shithole learning coop anymore—she’s inside a living fresco, dripping with digital blood and ghost-coded graffiti from a 1968 Paris that never really happened.