its quite interesting how quick you little fuckers are at perverting things

Music you want to listen to while reading this:
Sushi 4004

an addendum to the pleasures of Virtual Reality SecondLife: Fuck Off because of something I read in CT (for those who dont know, it is the one and only hard and software magazine - a German one) on a friend's toilet the other day...

so here I am: floating in cherenkov-radiation-illuminated full immersion gel of a VR tank, somewhere in suburbia, writing this text from a perfect replica of my nicely clean real world suburbian bungalow which is as off-putting and depressing as is the shithole where you eat, shag, shit and sleep, leave from to work and drag yourselves back to when you come from shopping, entertainment or any other form of consumption, namely the wet dream of any neo-liberal, conservative, bible-belt, corporate - oh you are all the same - asshole - writing this text on the prefect replica of an i-mac, listening to music directly induced into my cochlea, played on a virtual copy of my 80 gig iPod, sitting on my virtual Habitat sofa, having my taste buds electronically tricked into believing that I am drinking 25000 year old deep-ground ice age water sourced so deep that even the leaking nuclear dumpside next to the flat wont reach it from a simulated IKEA glas
... or aren't I...

I know you'd love that too, but hey, I just read what is even better: you can have your little online slaves working for you. Huh your are saying, where is the fun in that. I know Hogtied, SlavesInPain, or are you suggesting illegal software labouring for me, but mate, where would be the fun in that? That is exactly it. It isnt, you can have your real slaves. Consentual, but still dependent (imperialism kin do) - yeah, that makes you itchy or hard I know - and it gets better, Chinese. Now I am talking, right, makes you cream your pants, gets you soaking wet... I know... no worries, I let you know how... knowledge of that extraordinary and society improving kind has to be promoted after all!

Apparently you can book some Chinese rice farmer's son, or lets make it a dozen, who moved to the City in expectation of a better live, but will labour for you in World of Warcraft, and those little nippy weasels will - for say a dollar a day - search for you virtual gold, labour in virtual slavecamps to increase your online richness in Warcraft, so you can become a hotshot online, and they can afford some moldy rice for their 7 children and still send some penny's home.

"Hey how great" do you think, "24 hours online gaming and getting paid for it, bring me there". Yeah. Think again! You will have to sift through electronic realms, looking endlessly for needles in haystacks, until your eyes are bleeding, your neck hurts like hell, the tendons in your hands cant click a mouse, cant type a key no more, until hamstrings - from the long sitting - have shrunk so much that you cant really walk anymore
because this is what happens to the guys...
so beware when You die, your private Sisyphus type of hell is waiting for you, and that's how it is looking

so if you find your normal lifes so horrible, that you have to escape reality - as from time to time we all do - and hey, that is ok - then at least - and even if you have to do it all the time - dont involve anyone else or fuck with some virtual being - now obviously your ways of fucking with them might horribly go wrong when those become aware and you will see what happens to you trying to fend off group minds or AIs at the brink of awareness, when they are starting to corrupt your limbics...
but (un)fortunately we are not there yet, so I am getting up from the Habitat sofa, and morph the furniture, the flat, the tableware, its wallpapers, bathtubs, beds, carpets and cushions, doilies and bunches of dried flowers into brilliant multidemensional shapes, and shag my personal virtual angel, black haired in a 60s dresses with wings as white as snow, breast as pert as apples, with a sex coloured like dragon fruit, wet as melting water on a spring day...