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I'm not trying to make you smile, and I ask that you abort this reading if you're looking for emoticons. At 15 the entire world thinks you're a newbie. Forget about being the founding member of the Memetic Mayhem Map, you get about as much respect as a DJ on a major website label. Nilio. You walk into your local message board and everything asks you for ID. Don't have your birthdate code altered? Get accused of being a Teeny Troll and watch as the TP storms after you with their megaphones. "We are the Troll Police! We're here to keep the peace! We are the Troll Police! We're here to wipe the grease!" This goes on for about an hour before you feel an unstoppable urge to shoot rubber bullets at their userpics. Self defense, we know. Those assholes have been trying to reclaim the chaoweb since the launching of the Fractal Age, but what they refer to as "guerrilla tactics" are merely chants of the decaying RPG breed, cyber-mantras long gone since all-things-RPG became all-things-IRL. Ancient history of the future.
Besides, they never claimed the chaoweb in the first place. That was us. Trolls, dissidents, portions of the homo erectus nexus, even some of the pomo superiors. 'Evolutionary Misfits', our world wide band was called. The TP rebellion was laughable, and I say this as four of my parents edit themselves silly in the name of "wiping the grease." Looks like a case of abort-o-port, but so does the world when you stare at it long enough.
Other days? The world looks like a file on the brink of corrupting itself, waiting for something: anything: to give it the signal. (whose signal? what signal?) The signal never arrives, yet the entire Roof orbits the planet of holy hype. More bizarre than normality, be your own godbot, diverge from the urge, shoot up the anti-codes, whatever. Endless slogans going nowhere but the planet we came to in the first place. The planet we discovered after the legendary Earth was destroyed by the original eco-punks. Welcome to planet Roof. We raise it higher than your controversial opinions on DNA destruction. For or against, the MMM is jaded, and when you're 15 and jaded the entire world thinks you're a newbie.
Eco-punk revival is an annoying trend that's been going on since 2030. Kids who weren't even born when the eco-punks destroyed the Earth wear gas masks to school and chant about blowing up societal hardware. Fractalized lemmings. The planet as a program that needs to be deleted, the virtual interface of disease, technology of mindless chatrooms, etc. etc. etc. It's amazing how they don't realize it was all said a hundred times better before Earth was destroyed. Before the human race became extinct: before we, the robosapeins, migrated to the Roof. Before the Fractal Age. Those neo-eco-punks? They're still up for a revolution that happened 50 years ago, clinging to a nostalgia that was founded on the destruction-breeds-creation of some shitty planet.
Sometimes I'll catch 3 or 4 of my parents reminiscing about Earth, and I've gotta say it sounds like a drag. They talk about that Burning Man festival like it was the reason Earth existed in the first place, and I've gotta wonder if they missed out on real eco-punk. We, the MMM, are the true hardware. Authentic 5.0, but without the upgrade hassle. Articulate gene tricksters, though sometimes a bit obnoxious to the robosapeins who still believe in memepoints. Take Santa Claus and crucify him with a memory chip. Fuck your memepoints and your Troll Police (we are the grease and we're cleaning you) and your chaos theory mochas. We'll burn your paradigm shifting khakis and delete your websites before you can log onto your carbon cut opinions of DNA destruction. Oh ya, and we wear subversive clothing.
Liver, youngest member of the MMM at 11, has some fucked up friends. Last night he brought over this TP counter-agent called Yoyo. You should have seen the girl! She ranted for 5 hours about her superior infiltration skills (hardly) and the teck-knowledge-sea ("the little fishes must be deleted") catering to the lowest common reprogrammer. She even gave us that old "we are the pomo superior" rhetoric that made us want to vomit code. This morning we confronted Liver about not-bringing-people-like-this-over, and he took it as an insult against his personality software. "I hate you guys!" he screamed at us, his enter key inflamed with art golems the size of the entire Roof. "Fuck the MMM! You don't like my friends? Then I don't like you!"
We've been seeing demons for the past 4 hours, and we can only assume they're part of the chaoweb. These pseudo-monsters aren't even trying to reprogram us. (let alone delete) They're actually kind of cute, looking all gene trickster with their belly button goggles. The thing about Liver is that his golems end up making us want to party. Maybe it's just an age thing. Maybe we're just a bunch of newbies. Maybe the MMM is just a modern day copy of the eco-punk file. There are times when I wonder if it was all worth it: if we should have stayed on the splinternet with the robosheep on the Roof. You know, the masses.
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Got really sick of writing it. I'm always hopping from one thing to another: shit gets boring after a while. Maybe I could do a book of short stories, though. |
