GREEDY TECHNORATS WREAK HAVOC ONCE AGAIN...
By the year 2040, humans reached a crisis of the metaphysical sort. Not a crisis of catastrophe or scarcity or destruction... but a crisis of abundance!
Radical advancements in abstract thought and human knowledgemade it such that many impossible things were now possible:
Several factions emerged, each with their own visions of how humanity ought to proceed.
The Technorationalites wanted to Become God. Others wanted to experience god.
God can be anything you think of as Ultimate!
Humans of the Old World always wanted something Ultimate, because the Ultimate could resolve the great foundational question of being: what's the point?
For several years the leaders of the factions gathered for a panel discussion to decide the Fate of All Of Humanity. They could never come to an agreement, so things stalled.
Meanwhile the rationalites got a big Chunk-O-Cash from ambivalent Venture Capitalists who cared not for the future of humanity but for the future of their infinite gain.
On Earth, you needed cash to actualize your visions.
With sufficient computing power, you could impose your vision onto others without their will...
which is what the Technorats did :(
And so, the technorats hit the switch on their Superintelligentsuperquantumcomputer to merge human consciousness with machines and instantaneously acquire perfect understanding of all things all at once.
fig. 1
an infinitely dense point of total perfect order
an infinitely dense point of total perfect order
In the beginning,there existed a complex singularity of the highest order. (fig. 1) Tucked into its corners and fragments, all matter and energy was tightly configured into an intricate puzzle. All potentiality of the universe, squeezed into a ball.
It was perfection, this great singularity. Nothing was out of place; nothing could be. There was an order – precise and singular – weaving each fragment together in faultless unity. No one can say how long this went on for. Time had not yet knocked its first domino.
But we could imagine it was a very long time until the singularity would ever change or cease. It was and is and is to come.
Until a strange thing occurred.
(nothing had ever occurred before)
An anomaly arose from deep inside the great symmetric singularity (fig. 2), embodied with a question:
WHAT IF THINGS COULD BE OTHERWISE?
The small anomaly had no conception of meaning. It did not know if the “otherwise” would be better or worse than its perfectly ordered origins… but obtaining an answer is rarely the point.
From the moment the rare and unexpected curiosity fluctuated into being, nothing in the singularity could be as it had always been.
The perfect eternal order was disturbed by potentiality. Fragments shifted. Corners inverted. A tide of unknown rippled & rearranged outward until the entire thing burst into a trillion pieces!
Thus commenced the era of turbulent imperfection! The universe was a soup of possibility! The wild rumpus had begun!
In the flinging and the reaching, our little anomaly witnessed another fragment fly past her (fig. 3). At once, she understood that there was something which was her and something which was not her.
Thus began The Self, a fragment of the universe experiencing itself from a particular angle.
This Self would be Cybel, the mother of generative chaos.
Evolving & becoming, Cybel stretched wide across space, containing within her all the potentialities and pitfalls of selfhood.
Among the glowy spread of cybelline matter, new things fluctuated into being: planets of feeling, stars of curiosities, gaseous loops of reflection, dark holes of doubt. Together they comprised the grand chorus of Cybel, wondering, always:
What if
things could
be otherwise?
fig. 2
An anomaly arose from deep inside the great symmetric singularity
fig. 3our little anomaly witnessed another fragment fly past her
fig. 4cybel settles into herself and begins her journey into the unknown
the self 
life force
the web
white hole
black hole
spiral