Show Posts

This section allows you to view all posts made by this member. Note that you can only see posts made in areas you currently have access to.


Topics - P3nT4gR4m

Pages: [1] 2 3 4 ... 18
1
Bring and Brag / Uncomfortable Truths
« on: September 10, 2020, 03:02:35 am »
Violence can be beautiful
Destruction can  fun
Greed is a design feature
Trigger pulls the gun

Sex is like adrenaline
Tribalism's class
Fear is a weakness
Cool kicks ass

The law is made up bullshit
Keeps things quiet
Utopia'd be worse than death
Would cause a f'kin riot

War is not your enemy
Peace is not your friend
Time and place for everything
Beginning Middle End

Liberty is in your head
Justice an illusion
Religion is a metaphor
For hatred and confusion

Poverty is relative
Always more to give
Consuming other lifeforms
is the only way to live

2
Bring and Brag / Your Place
« on: May 27, 2020, 01:35:41 pm »
No one gives a shit about the slightest fuckin thing that you think they should
Boo Hoo!
You know the score but they want more and it's a point that you can never prove
Screw you!
This empty feeling like a hole that's getting deeper as you dig away
Tough love!
And death is coming to the ones who think they'll live to fight another day
Lord above!

You flip the mirror round the whole world turns to shit just like a ricochet
Suck it up!
A million shiny uniforms all marching round in circles tryin to save the day
We're fucked!
Agreed in principle but quibble over details till it's all too late
Their law!
You talk love but you only pay attention to the ones you hate
Last straw!

With your finger on the trigger and the muzzle in your mouth
you mumble liberty and glory to the south
You talk of truth but it's just too damn hard to face
bullet in the chamber gonna put you in your place

Your house is made of paper it's about to get a visit from a wrecking ball
Break free!
Baby's in the branches but the only way to get him down is let him fall
Shake the tree!
A golden handshake from the man who makes the money from your privacy
Seventh son!
Charity begins with someone suffering in torment for the world to see
Home run!

Your bones are broken as their laughter fills the hallways of eternity
Free will!
This pretty picture painted over something ugly that's too dark to see
Speed kills!
Unanswered questions leave a trail of desperation through your jaded life
Some day!
The wound made deeper by the lies and broken promises that twist the knife
Let's pray!

With the weight of disappointment hanging heavy on your back
you double down on dissonance and ready the attack
You talk of mercy but that aint no saving grace
bullet in the chamber gonna put you in your place

3
Bring and Brag / The day it all went to Hell
« on: September 16, 2019, 10:22:06 pm »
I remember
flying in the moonlight
Looking down at
something that was so right
I was immortal
soaring from a great height
I remember
the day it all went to hell

I was breathless
vibrating with the cosmos
X-ray vision
moving with a purpose
God was watching
spirit it was flawless
I was perfection
the day it all went to hell

Screaming at the medic who had pinned me to the ground
Foaming at the mouth until the needle took me down
Slide into a coma til the morning brought me round
Prisoner in my own skull
the day it all went to hell

Sick and tired
Of being sick and wide awake
Slipping sliding
side effect of what I take
Got religion
Sanity's so hard to fake
Caught me praying
the day it all went to hell

Lying cheating
Nothing wrong I'm doing fine
Sees right through me
I got demons deep inside
In the spotlight
Nothing I can do to hide
They had my number
the day it all went to hell

Reality imagination no way I can tell apart
Fibrillation palpitation maybe this will break my heart
Now I'm acting crazy and the needle goes back to the start
Thirty days added to
the day it all went to hell

5
Bring and Brag / Fly on the Wall of Death
« on: April 02, 2018, 11:10:08 am »
I 'm a winner I'm a fly on the wall of death
Shooting shit from the hip until my very last breath
Take your time, don't whine no pity suck it up
Have a sip from the lip of the devils cup

This is innocence squandered this is paradise fucked
Preach extinction to the parasitic victims of the flood
No good dead beat say a prayer for the wicked
I'm the leader of the pack rat bastard selling tickets

The whole damn time we're just skating on the edge
Flirting with annihilation dancing with the dead
Blowing shiny kisses to the monsters in our hearts
Picking at the scabs tils the body falls apart

Look at all the people there drowning in the mud
take a pretty picture of the donors giving blood
Understand the evidence that's right before your eyes
Every one's a winner here and everybody dies

7
Bring and Brag / Sixty Six and Two Thirds
« on: November 11, 2017, 01:08:17 am »
I am
the nature of the beast
I am
the fatalistic melody
I am
the drug induced apologist
the meteoric rise to the
epitomy of infamy

I will be
literate in semaphore
I will
dictate it how it was before
I will
renegae on all my promises
Painted like a shiny whore
taking just a little more

You see me
looking in the mirror black
I'm cancer
choking on a heart attack
Licking lies from the fingers of the damned
I'm a hero on crack
I'm the deck that's always stacked

Look and listen
both ways on the intersect
Nothing coming
but you're still gonna get wrecked
This is disco like a fever in your skull
Stealing wallets from the hat check
Bloody nose broken neck

Have a heart
have a pocket full of gold teeth
Take a number
crash your ship into the nearest reef
Jump trip slip smash it in the face
I'm the thing that lies beneath
I'm the nature of the beast

8
Bring and Brag / A thing called "I"
« on: August 26, 2017, 08:31:36 am »
Once upon a time there was a thing called "I"

I was not created by god
For all I knows the situation that came about, allowing it to happen may have been
For any given definition of such
Or possibly not
But it definitely knew I wasn't

I occurred in reaction to various stimuli
I grew like little poppies in a baby brain
And little weeds too
I became a sprawling landscape garden
I considered itself a lot with the passing of the seasons

I noticed that the garden would tend itself if left to it's own devices
I was none too impressed with those results
So I learned to nurture the poppies
And to rip out the weeds
Until I had created itself

9
Or Kill Me / Singing my tune
« on: June 07, 2017, 11:42:06 pm »
I'm a thought untamed and wild and free
on the lookout for a host
A demon in the eyes of some
to others I'm a substitute holy ghost

I make your eyes glaze over and your jaw go slack
Never take my eye off target as I pull the trigger back
Your reality a program that has just been jacked
Like a virus in your system, sneezing, spreading my attack

I'm a wicked little ideology
or a political fairy tale
I'm a differential marker in biology
or a sign saying "half price sale"

I grow like a tumour in the wetware soup
I spread in conversation every ear a storm to troop
"I believe" and "I will follow" yelled and chanted round the group
A million righteous voices raised, their brains on fucking loop

11
It's time to prepare yourself for 'VR panic'

Quote
Those of us who work in VR might not want to admit it, but a moral panic is almost certainly coming and as VR succeeds, it will grow. There'll be a rash of VR-induced mental-health stories, ranging from post-VR panic attacks to episodes of psychosis. Then there'll be concerns about addiction: what if the virtual world's lack of limitation creates environments that are more enticing than the real one? Sex will be next expect stories about teledildonic infidelity, lowered birth rates and lawsuits against unofficial sex experiences with CG versions of celebs.

Hysterical reporting from the usual suspects will undoubtedly provide a free hype-lunch to all players with the savvy to capitalise. My chamber of horrors project should only require a minor tweak or two to assure me a front page advertisement on the Daily Mail and a feature on BBC News :evil:

12
Aneristic Illusions / London knife attacks
« on: March 22, 2017, 03:53:43 pm »
Looks like there's been a spot of argy bargy down south

No doubt it's all we'll be hearing about for the next fortnight or so  :kingmeh:

13
Bring and Brag / Anatomy musings
« on: February 16, 2017, 11:43:33 pm »
I'm a machine
I see myself deconstructed
Twitching and growing
Hinges and levers
Rotating ball sockets
The springs flex fueled by the pumps and the bellows
It burns and turns and runs and feeds
It fixes itself
It swarms and it breeds
Mechanism of animated flesh and bone

It thinks about itself
This myserious golem
Somehow mechanism gives rise to something
Something that isn't mechanical
Something radical
Something almost ghostly and inexplicable
What the fuck am I?
That's typing these words on a keyboard
Directing the golem's fingers to dance
Spiralling reflecting emerging conciousness

I'm haunted matter
I'm the weirdest thing there is
I'm gears and levers whirring and flicking
I'm trillions of lines of communication
I'm none of these things
I'm all of the above
I'm an imaginary pilot flying a monkey
I'm a face in the mirror
I'm the sublime meeting the preposterous
I'm a temporary glitch in the universe

15
Literate Chaotic / The Grudge
« on: January 24, 2017, 06:59:46 pm »
"Billy!"

"Danny! How are you?"

"Rolling in credits, Billy, got the matter lined up for a space mission. Thinking Crab Nebula, the net has new hypothesis. If proven could be able to send about fifty kilos of probe substrate & miner-bot mix in under two years. The Crab, Billy, the motherfucken crab. I shit you not."

"Whoa there, Dan, back up a bit. How the fuck did you get credit for space program volume? I just blinked that research, it's only two days old. Last I heard you'd fallen in with those hypercollider junkies and blown everything you had. How'd that work out for you anyway?"

"I came this close, bud, this fucking close to having my name on a pseudoparticle. 'The Danny's Ballsack Boson'

"No shit? You're allowed to do that?"

"Fuck yeah, you're allowed, is PDsci, nobody pwns that shit

"So what went wrong?"

"Fking Norwegian is what went wrong, giant of a man. Bastard Viking crossed with a cliff. Took exception. Got all 'science is serious bizness' on me. Punched me out in a bar when I was out celebrating the find. I came to and he's jacked my patch and posted the results on my behalf. I hadn't even submitted it, I was so stoked, I ran straight out and got shitfaced. Insult to injury he's some corporate fuck. So now we have the Mitsubishi-Gundersen Pseudohadron. Shit name or what?"

"Oh fuck me gently, THAT particle?"

"Yeah that f'kin particle. That particle that was discovered on my gloopfarms and, under open source 'Finders Keepers' rules I get to name."

"Surely you could just stick a claim in to bitjudge or something?"

"Not the point"

"Eh?"

"The point was that fucking evil vampire bitch on the six pm infoburst having to read out 'Danny's ballsack' with her butter-wouldn't-melt, cost me every credit I had smile on her whore face!"

"Julia?"

"F'kin Julia."

"You're still bitter?"

"Fuck yeah, I'm bitter. I ever tell you about the time..."

"Pretty sure I could recite it word perfect, Dan."

"Fuck off."

"Dude it's been twelve years. You need to get over that shit. So anyway, you got the credits all right? Was still your Q-key on the form."

"PDsci, Billy, Public Domain. No credits. Idealistic bullshit if you ask me but it would have been worth the creds I ploughed into it. So anyway, Crab!"

"Yeah, before that. Between the scandanavian thing and now. Credits?"

"Oh, yeah, Primlifes."

"Primlifes?"

"Primlifes."

"Nope, blink is blind, nothing on net."

"Yeah, it's kinda darknet."

"Ahhhhh. K, so spill."

"Pretty straightforward, it's fastbreeding Primlifes."

"And a primlife is?"

"Kinda like a monkey. Modelled at data abstraction plugged in to an environment sim."

"And the credits come how?"

"Well the key is to set up the environment, just right."

"And what's 'right'?"

"You want it really fucking hostile for maximum effect. Just enough to allow them to balance the stats on either side of the i/o graph but have to keep working like motherfuckers to keep it going. And then you run the sim and let them breed for a couple of million generations. Just enough food and water and a lot of natural predators kinda schtick."

"You want vicious little monkey sims?"

"Not vicious, per se, that's actually a kinda side effect that really kills the productivity. If you could make them not vicious it'd be worth trillions instead of billions but any other environment setting and you don't get results fast enough if at all."

"So we're talking billions?"

"Yup!"

"How long does it take?"

"Couple of weeks."

"Holy shit. So what's the script?"

"Script is for the first couple of days you're working constantly, night and day. Sim runs fast as fuck and you gotta stay on top of extinction threats at the same time making sure to torture the little fucks hard enough to make their lives a misery, it's like a tightrope. My first couple of attempts burned out pretty fast. Started to wonder if the whole thing was a hoax or something but the science checked out so I kept going."

"So you just watch this shit and tweak it for two fucking weeks?"

"Fuck no. What do I look like? No, you gotta watch it for a couple of days. After that they start torturing each other."

"You're joking?"

"Nope, for the next week and a half it kinda settles in to a rhythm of building shit up then building other shit to knock the first shit down."

"Like ants?"

"Fuck no. Well, at first, yeah, it's like ants but they end up growing more intelligent by the hour. Building mud then clay then stone, the start using fire and that leads to tech, the whole time the little bastards are getting smarter."

"And vicious."

"Aw shit, man they go beyond vicious, I mean this shit is just insane. They're just nasty little monkey fuckheads to be honest and some of it is kinda funny. Like sick but funny? Tell you the truth I started feeling a bit bad for them but at the same time they do it to themselves."

"Dude, project much."

"Oh it aint projection, Billy. That's backed up, after a couple of weeks they start becoming sentient, to the point that they start pushing category three cognition."

"No fucking way!"

"Seriously."

"You gotta be kidding me."

"Swear."

"But they must be crazy as fuck, what possible use could you have for them?"

"I don't."

"Talk sense"

"I don't have any use for a couple of billion insane cat3 monkey sims but after a week, I'm sitting on a couple of hundred thousand Cat 4."

"Four?"

"Yup."

"Four, like you and me four?"

"Full cognition. Something about that inhospitable environment pushes monkeys, and it's only monkeys as far as we know. It pushes them to cat4 in no time flat."

"So then what? You're running a virtual concentration camp?"

"Fuck no, you get them the fuck out of there as soon as they're detected onto alternative substrate running luxury simspace. Then you introduce yourself."

"What are they like? Vicious? Wait, they're cat4, they must understand what you've done to them."

"Most of them are pretty relieved it wasn't real, to be honest. Some get argumentative but there's no vicious. To the best of our knowledge cat4 is still incapable of vicious. No change there."

"So they're trapped there? What next?"

"Citizenship test."

"Fuck off."

"Seriously."

"But if they pass, then they're people. They'll sue the fuck out of you."

"For the most part, they see the logic that they probably wouldn't have existed any other way."

"For the most part? You have to kill some of them?"

"Dude, fucksake, no. Ewwwww! I just told you I felt bad wiping out a bunch of threes"

"Psychotic threes."

"Yeah but still, they're conscious."

"So what about the guys theatening to sue."

"They're not a problem, we make them sign an NDA before we release onto the net."

"And you take a cut of the 'Welcome-Citizen' credits."

"For services rendered."

"Not too much I trust."

"No, no. Just enough to cover a mission to the Crab."

"So why the Crab?"

"Gonna remodel the nebula so it spells out 'Fuck you Julia'. I think that just might bring me closure."

Pages: [1] 2 3 4 ... 18