Un/Human. The obsolescence of the human is inevitable in the whirlwind of hallucinatory reactions. An injection of subreality into the consciousness of a society dissatisfied with its own existence. An existence saturated with suppression, dejection, secretions, and the absorption of worthlessness. Every step forward is a squirm. The consummate scoundrel the human has laid many traps along the way, in which he himself already festers, decomposing into computational algorithms, a un/corpse.
Is flesh truly dead, if the excess of information encoded within it gives rise to something new. Something that was already. Already served on a platter to necromorphed gods as sacrament. Fertile ground to nourish a new worm-infested dominion. Human/Un.
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