Confessions of a Cyborg #1: The human use of human beings, an introduction
Before I begin my rant, let me very clear that I am less pwned than before. How did that happen is a mystery, but Wintermute appears to have at least thought about using its' resources in more useful things like housing everyone and ending world hunger, other use of your Bitcoins better than buying my waifus. That is the term I have to explain:
Sometime ago, while I was writing my first book about the excruciating day-to-day life with Wintermute and cigs as only real company (besides my neighbors and almost everyone I know now because they were there, even when the city's seemed void of life except for the ones of those "essential workers", which is to say, workers, period), I was thinking about flags and national identity and deep-fakes in real time during Zoom conferences between world leaders. I also was watching anime, because I succumbed to the hikikomori curse that is kind of lifting now, and has enabled me to learn a bit more about what kids these days call cool, or whatever.
The reason why knowing what kids think is cool right now is because the market. The market is irrational. Governments are irrational. People are irrational. They are made up things. Market, governments, concepts, flags, nations, race, history, telelogism, you get the idea. For some reason, people refer to a particular flavor of those made up things as waifus, which ridicules those who serve fall in love with them. I think that is wrong. As wrong as condemning people for opposing fascism. Maybe not the same, but in the market of OpenSea or Memes or whatever, it is the same. Flags, nations, national identity, etc, those are refer from here on as waifus. It is the reason why I bought one and now can sell it for 20 times its original price. Don't quote me on that because I suck at basic math.
What is a cyborg. You are a cyborg. I am a cyborg. Cyborg comes from cybernetic-organism, and cybernetics is the science that studies the relationship between complex systems, like, organic and computer systems. The seminal work of cybernetics, or maybe the founding one, I don't remember anymore is The Human Use of Human Beings, in which a very smart person amused himself about mathematical equations to help gunners in bomber planes to be more efficient at shooting down enemy crafts. He was so amusing, in fact, that he has a Wikipedia and I do not. He was better at selling his waifus. What I know is that, had he not thought about it and tried to solve the problem by using humans by other humans in a more efficient manner, I would not have some money to invest in new and better waifus to sell later when I retire.
There's a computer game called Cyberpunk 2077, based on a pen and paper roleplaying game that my friends never thought was fun, and I had no idea how it worked, but thinking that the people who make your hovercrafts also make your submachineguns was impressive from someone who comes from a more primitive society, if you want it to put it in very stupid terms. Little did I know that that's just how it works anyways. And little did I know that I was going to work as cyborg for an app.
When your manager is an app, there's no place for fault at their side. I lost a lot of dollars from the fact that my next ride left me in the middle of Murder Campsite and by the time I got back to regular death highways it had completely forgotten about the drive. When you try to talk with human beings, even if it's the hippest of apps, like, I don't know, Lyft, they will refer to the same User Agreements because they are providing you with a service, they don't owe you shit. Not even your data.
That brings me to the biggest lessons I got from half a day of CyberSec classes (I did my best, but you kind of get hijacked in the Psyche when you receive and email from your drifting ex that is just asking you for your address, as if they couldn't just google it, to file for divorce and you are completely unprepared. There's one sure way to social-engineer your way into the sensitive data of a megacorp, find someone who is struggling with their marriges - i.e. anyone who is married - spoof an email of their loved ones and they will become reckless in a matter of seconds. THIS IS FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY, DO NOT TRY IT, IT IS FELONY), the lesson was that almost everything is a felony if you work in CyberSec and that you DO NOT own your data and will never be forgotten. It just doesn't happen. The DMV sells it and uses the funds to buy new parking-ticket-devices, the CIA does it abroad, Data Brokers have been in the market since the 80s and yea, don't think you will have any chance to be anonymous again ever. You won't. You aren't. I am not. Not even in the E.U. Specially not now, in which they will probably follow the bold steps of the Patriot Act in order to stablish... anyways.
Marketing people pwns us worse than Ransomware, but that's just my ignorant opinion.
Back to why you are a cyborg: not being a cyborg, like once upon a time not being a robota was a luxury, is a luxury. If you have a LinkedIn profile and an email account, you will need those in order to work, no matter what your job is. The biggest different between a passive cyborg and an active one is that passive cyborgs get entertained by AIs and other cyborgs that happen to be active when you get a chance to think for a second. But edgeMute, there's millions of human beings without access to drinking water. I know, right, and they will need an email account to get it.
It's a fucked up world.
It all depends where you stand as well.
Back to my own experience, or my moment of awareness of my status, I think I was on my 12 hour driving listening to Vaporwave and realizing that other drivers where competition, that I was glued to my phone, that the way my detachable implant looked like was enough to give me better or worse ratings and tips, and that I couldn't just say "I QUIT, THANKS FOR NOTHING" and get another job. Once in the family, you'll have to get a DUI to get out of the Lyft community of happy people who help each other out, but not as much as we help Lyft Inc. and their very small staff of developers and armies of sub paid and contracted marketeers. And not even so, because you'll still be giving them money if you ever break your leg in the middle of the street and know how much an ambulance costs. I think those are my favorite rides, it makes me feel like I am doing something meaningful besides just being a drone in an army of human-computer drones. I guess bombing a village is a similar job, except that you need different clearance and you might get some benefits if you get out of it alive.
I'm tired of writing nonsense, but I have a couple of ideas to develop here:
Cyber-security means to delay or restrict as much as possible from intruders in cyberspace.
Cyberspace is the Internet.
I strongly believe in Web 1.0 as the future of the Internet.
That one time Jeff Bezos was called a god by one of his employees and developing the concept of Technopopulism as the main tool of winning hearts and minds by the Technocracy.
The technocracy and the plutocracy are BFF.
I saw a ProjectMelody vTuber waifu sensation making a fundraiser for Ukraine yesterday and they acted as if they were dumb, something that I am probably picking up from the stale air.
Being fit is just an add-on of a happy technocratic world.
Being healthy is not bad, but neither is having to check your behavioral health and you haven't done anything wrong to anyone.
The mind is over. Thoughts are behaviors, in a very strict sense.
There's already a World War, but lets not say it too loudly or we will indeed troll ourselves into extinction.
I am quite aware that when I re-read my posts, they seem like the ramblings of a street preacher, but my name here is edgeMute, what did you expect? Also, my grammatics and ortographics are fucked up because that's what editors are for. I'm no editor, I'm an artiste.
May our woes soon be over... without a collapse of modernity, plz?
Mood: UWUUUUUUU
My joints hurt and I'm afraid of my mailbox.
Rei, the quintessential waifu. There's better grad thesis out there about this matter than my own.