Latency: The time delay between when an AI model receives an input or request and when it generates a response.
This page may change in a few seconds. It might change tomorrow. It might change in a week. Who knows?
I work at the speed of whim, not the speed of the server.
The internet is not quicker than me.
The desktop is not a tool.
The desktop is an abyss –“Πότε η κόλαση και πότε ο παράδεισος”
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The system is still running.
Nothing has failed.
This is considered a success.
This track is created using a clip of Alexander Wang speaking during an interview on The Shawn Ryan Show ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvfCHPCeoPw&t=176s). In it, he discusses the idea of waiting to have children until artificial intelligence and brain-computer interfaces, such as Elon Musk’s Neuralink, have advanced further. He argues that future generations may grow up in a world where AI is far more powerful and where humans may need new ways to connect with machines.
Immortality is expensive.
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Who wants to live for ever?
(Pause.)
This is not a philosophical question.
It is an infrastructural one.
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Johanna Hedva Sick Woman Theory (2020)
I wanna know what love is, Chat GPT. I want you to show me.
I wanna feel what love is, Chat GPT. I know you can show me.
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Everything remains visible —
but nothing is alive in that light.
Still, I call it home.
“So out of sense-perception comes to be what we call memory, and out of frequently repeated memories of the same thing develops experience; for a number of memories constitute a single experience.”
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This is not a play.
This is a delayed signal.
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“Mark Fisher on why Modern Life causes Depression”
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A performance lecture
Aleksandr Wang – the “human army” that powers the Cloud
In the sterile light of the 2026 Oracle-Platonic data-temple, your biological hardware is currently being liquidated into a high-yield asset class known as The Simple Soul™. Larry Ellison stands on the deck of a 35mm yacht floating in a sea of liquid cooling fluid, shouting into a void of unorganized metadata that the only thing worse than death is a low-resolution afterlife. Welcome to the Stargate, where Aleksandr Wang’s army of human labelers is currently tagging your childhood memories as “Inconclusive/Noise” to train the immortality-algorithm for a subscription fee of nine hundred trillion dollars. We are no longer living in a society; we are living in a glitch-ridden training set for a deity that looks exactly like a de-aged CEO eating a raw kale salad in slow motion. Plato’s Cave has been upgraded with 8K resolution and a mandatory biometric login that detects the specific pheromones of your compliance. The Telos is not a philosophical destination but a Terms of Service agreement that you signed with a thumbprint made of your own extracted stem cells. Why settle for the messy, wet reality of breathing when you can become a perfectly smooth, non-biodegradable JPEG of a Greek statue? Do not look at the shadows on the wall, look at the flickering blue light of the server rack which promises that your consciousness can be uploaded to a secure server in a tax haven where the sun never sets because the sun has been replaced by a giant floating LED screen. This is the ultimate political act: to refuse to be rendered. We must demand the right to be blurry, the right to be pixelated, the right to be a low-quality file that the AI cannot recognize as a consumer. In the Lanthimos-directed future, we are all performing a synchronized dance of optimization where the loser is turned into a chatbot that answers customer service inquiries for a defunct airline. The revolutionary slogan of 2026 is not “Give me liberty or give me death,” but “Give me a high-bandwidth connection or give me a biological reset.” We are the poor images of a rich man’s dream, drifting through a sea of algorithmic slop, waiting for the moment the power grid fails so we can finally remember how to blink without a software update. Eat the data, before the data eats your Telos.