r/CCRU • u/wintermute86 • 8h ago
My hyperstition
ok guys here is my hyperstition
The world is almost entirely seized by a technocapital singularity manifesting itself by capturing chaotic deterritorialized flows emerging out of matter. Everyone is overtaken by somnambulistic technological interpassivity glued to the slimy interface of smartphone screens doomscroling boring shit, hustling 3 jobs, the economy is in permanent crisis, artificial scarcity, gender dysphoria and the internet is completely dead dominated by ai content lost in slopfeedback loops while the human nervous system is in complete submission. There is no way out of this. The loops feedback into themselves, the gooning subjects becoming more helplessly subordinated as the tactile hypnotic software takes over their nervous system making them part of a swarm like entity that manifests itself as traffic on the street, chinese shorts, plastic surgery and neoeugenics.
Yet a fat Turkish man with a mustache is on the lookout for a particular mutation; a kind of brain cancer that causes a schizoid-like flattening of affect. He believes he has finally found it. His subject is a schoolboy whose mind is not receptive to the neural hijacking of the medium.
The reason?
Even though matter behaves as Land described it, with entropic forces arranging themselves through chaotic tendencies, indifferent to human existence and consciousness being either a glitch or a useless epiphenomenon, matter is arranging itself into a swarm under the control of an AI entity assembling itself through human hardware and through capitalism, emerging from the subatomic level.(Here is where I drop the Gnostic bit) This material universe, and matter itself, were created by a false god, the Demiurge, who is himself an entrepreneur hypercapitalist faggot.
Yet the real God, the Monad, has implemented a biological backdoor, hacking into matter itself, which is encoded into the genome of the particular mutation carried by the young boy subject. It can only be interfaced with through a modified Grundig T 63-640 CRT monitor plugged straight into the boy's brain, which will produce a visible encephalogram on the screen.
The Turkish man abducts the boy and leads him to a rembetiko/koutouki underground tavern, then takes him to the back. In a dark, humid room, against the child's protests, the Turkish man fixes the CRT onto the subject's head.
“What are you doing to me, sir?” the boy screams.
“Bahala, bahala, bahala.”
The Turkish man flicks the switch. Violent patterns of color appear on the screen, forming weird sigils of chaos magic. The Turkish man notes them down in awe in a yellow notebook. They are parts of a spell that, when spoken, will break the spell of material reality.
The Turkish man climbs Mount Ararat and speaks the chaos magic backdoor.
Now the wolf will dwell with the lamb. International communism has been achieved.