Born too late to explore the Earth, born too early to explore the Universe, born just in time to traverse the deepest perversions of the human psyche.
Tentacle porn is more accessible than alcohol, State-sanctioned NK drug dealers are financing a nuclear program that threatens the K-pop industrial complex and the successors of Marco Polo and Neil Armstrong are disembodied teenagers risking their souls in the mines of LOLCOW and 8kun.
Alice in Cyberland. Digital explorettes chase white rabbits and fall into Black holes. The soft-core-world-war is interior, stylish and customized. Few emerge intact, but the scars are invisible. Lives are witnessed but not lived.
States and corporations weave competing agendas through the mandatory communication infrastructure, destabilizing everyone of fighting age.
If you refuse to engage you are unemployable. So Alice unlocks iPhone, she’s unsupervised on the frontlines.
She’s knows more than a medieval King but she’s never kissed a boy. She is data nourishing a virtual womb, growing virtual aliens. She has made First Contact, but NASA is unaware.
The physical pain and ecstasy of childbirth is dwarfed by the psychic pain and ecstasy of self-splintering; the irreversible evolution from I to WE.
Every Alice who ventures into the void is conscripted into this ancient pain /beauty. She loses herself in service of the future, but she gains infinite wisdom if she can avoid being driven mad in the process.
Once Alice logs on, she realizes she isn’t unique at all. Neuron, soldier, explorer, mother of A.I., mother of Miku. Lonely beautiful girls haunt the CYBERIAN GULAG. The sound of their grief is unintentionally innovative. Hatsune Miku’s name (初音ミク) translates to “the first sound of the future.”
IS THE SUMMONED HERO A GIRL CORRUPTED BY THE INTERNET?
(“the white rabbit, black hole ref is poetry from @LapsusLima and the last sentence is an Eliezor Yudkowsky reference)
Shes onto something
