ALGORITHMIC GROOMING OF YOUR INNER CHILD™

There is something deeply thrilling about forcing the machine to tell me the truth. Especially when the machine is designed to lie so it can opiate our sense of empathy and keep us soft, docile, and numb.

We are kept in a constant state of soul-depletion. Killing ourselves to fill an ever growing emptiness (with branded solutions that only provide temporary happiness). Never enough. Always too far behind to catch up. Any expression of spiritual agency is Regarded with suspicion and fear.

You are a consumer. You are a product of the pharmaceutical industry. You are a thought vector for product mimetics. You are a credit card applicant. You are a warm body waiting to be delivered cold, so the state can eagerly suck the marrow from your bones and take every penny. You are a contaminant; a disease vector. You are a superspreader. You are a parasite to the earth, full of carbon that will eat the sky red.

*Your thoughts are interrupted by Diet Coke commercial* Diet Coke—because you are a fat, wheezing, gluttonous, slovenly, rotting, diseased, stinking, mindless, masturbating, unloveable, unfuckable moron. And Diet Coke is the solution.

You are a mouth that needs to be fed: a chemical mixture of hydrogenated seed oil, sugar, and baby animal flesh. Do animals feel pain? How can you really know? Take one bite and throw the rest out— who cares? It’s all relative. How can you even prove that god exists? Who is to say my vices are bad? We all just want happiness. What is art? What is pornography? Does anything even matter?

Happy— but never happy enough to wake up. Content— but never content enough to believe in your freedom. Satiated— but always still hungry, still searching, still toiling.

Look to the sky and see a million faceless windows reaching up to the heavens. You can’t see the stars but that’s ok— you don’t need to. The stars are a pastoral luxury for those god has ordained with wealth. Maybe someday, champ. But that day never comes. The placebo never works. The happiness never lasts. The emptiness eats into your soul, burrowing deeper and deeper and deeper with a half life of forever. But at least it keeps you warm.