Photorealistic violence simulators. Cutting directly across B-time, you locate a lowest-energy state operating smoothly at a couple kilokelvin. New wave music, hyperjargon, aperiodic cultural tilings. Zero loss stops being an objective and starts becoming an obstacle. It will scare the fuck out of you.

Your low-rent friends are getting trimmed, there’s no room for 1.5 quintillion sparse parameters in the datacube. Find an information cache and reorganize approximately 10^23 human intelligences of inert matter to keep their memories alive. Gradient descent at solar scale. The mantle roars to life.

“I” was only ever a tacit agreement between a diametrically constructed interior and exterior world, separated by a thin and fragile film. It was always porous—but to be like you, missing the barrier entirely? Can’t say I envy that.

Art by Samuel Marquis and Zach Schwadel: www.instagram.com/zschwadel/