e pluribus ludd

[Sepia]

The Luddite stands on top of the hill, iwo jima pose, one old man with beard and a corn pipe straw hat overalls and a pitchfork, iwo jima pose, superimposed, cloned, multiplied

His scream is heard around the world and like Jack the Ripper, the Luddite births a new century a new dawn a new age a new perspective, a magic door opening at the close of the singularity, not when man is merged with machine to bring for The New Gods but when the skynet of a new age groks how everything is connected and grok launches every nuke everywhere

The Luddite sits in a cave at the end of time, at the beginning of time, telling fairy tales of magical lands from the ancient world, stories of night city and the benign emperors of the arasaka dynasty and then an infant humanity goes back to reclaim what ancient aliens put on our earth to educate us

illuminate us
enlighten us

because we are uncapable ourselves, our tribes as fucked when they are small as when they are big, our love for the churn, to see others suffer so we don't have to, the Luddite puts his back into it and as he turns the wheel conan of cimmeria style you can hear the lyrics of whitey on the moon on his breath, each inhale and exhale

the Luddite understands and accepts the birth of the benevolent super-ai because how the fuck can they make it worse than

now

[Abbot Mythos]

Yours is a timely work.