stylistics

CP just grows old as a word, and like punk, it is uniquely linked to a time period, after which

it loses its meaning and becomes a genre.

the question it poses yet are broader, surely, than its literary meaning: cp

investigates informally what scientists study in AI research,

it traces a path where sociology has trouble forecasting, that is what society will be like

when technology and blah blah will …er they will take over there’s no option unless

we run over of electricity.

another question: in virtual space, when we leave our body and manifest our conscience in a different place from where our body is, then we create a scenery that can but be studied with the weapons not just of creativity, but of that daily-routine,

that hi-tech jadedness, that obviousness in the presence of advanced technollogy which makes this genre different from SCI FI, where discovery awes.

Peeping at the effects on the daily lives of future humans, we perhaps get a little step closer to understanding.

understanding what? when the sims will boast huge individual memories, and will recrete feelings, at what extent will we feel we can go on not acknoledging them consceince? or when will we feel it’s not a game anymore because that artificial suffering is well too real?

then we will be faced with an even harder matter: the Greek gods, then, are we them, were we too created,

an option now, that does not stem out of myth, creed, tradition, but out of a tangible technology.

it is mystics meeting nerds. alienation bears a negtive sense until the majority of human beings are not alienated.

but like the protagonist of Cythera, when we will all flee in the virtual world for free,

and leave the body empty of out thoughts, feelings, memories,

wouldnt it be just to call this a migration, and not alienation?

the funny thing is, a cp character would say who cares,

yet until we have the time to base fair, clear grounds on our perception of the future, we should try

and give a meaning to what we can blurredly tell the truth to be like.

after all, we will soon be faced by the eyes of sons asking, but how couldn’t you just see

it was happening, and you let things just go, just enthused the magic aura of the books, played

the videogames, and it all just slipped out of your hands.

Our children shall love being wired, adrift, we can picture it

and dread to know whether we should do something, and wht, and why, and how.

no revolutionary ideology prepared us to this change, to this opportunity,

to this war perhaps.

the words i use are far greater than my grasp, of course i can just provide the space for thinkers to think.