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The love of will and cybil fuels a recording of the event onto Jeff's technology. Jealous Jeff gets his love for Cybil recorded over. The tape can lead them out of reality and into Terry's workshop. Terry tries all day to coax thoughtforms into his reality. He creates machines to vibrate the space around thoughtforms to bring them into this dimension. Toroid Bill is trying to get the tape and eat it. Ivory, a virtual reality dream machine, has migrated into technology inside the thoughtform, allowing the constructs to create further thoughtform worlds and constructs within those worlds. The consequence is the creation of stronger beings through each world, a survival of the fittest, evolution taking place not chronologically but in parallel dimensions of thought. 9 levels down, the creature that can navigate and escape all the layers they are trapped under will be powerful enough to master the world. A labyrinth, a maze of realization, the Bardos of the afterlife. Toroid Bill is a character dreamt up in the 9th reality down. The tape is in the top reality, before true reality. Ivorus was created in the true reality and introduced into the ninth level. Terry is the schizoid god at the top, attempting to free the beings within the thoughtforms, borne into physicality.

In the late late 90s and early oughts we found out about the telecom sniffers like Carnivore and Echelon. The latter scanned for keywords, which were leaked. So we had Jam Echelon Day where you flood email providers with dada emails full of said words to theoretically choke the beast.
Now, everything is Echelon, so we have to jam our entire lives and culture to preserve autonomy through cacophony. Become a joyful noise, a cloud of nonsense, a static electrician.

An AI learning to pay people/give dopamine in exchange for real world activities being acted out

A child sitting in a gated window surrounded by orange peels and eaten pear cores and eggshells

Driving stuff. The two visors thing and the speed trap sign going over its limit and breaking, the numbers shooting up rapidly in the dark as a car flies by. The crooked speedometer, indicating a slower speed than truly traveling at.

A translucent frozen expression wooden mask floats from the top over his face before his face separates into a wooden protrusion and his arms turn into corkscrews.

Tying a string around a finger to make it gangrenous and fall off

A dog covered in crystal chains and plumage, being healed by reiki. "He's lived for a hundred years!"
The concept of cold enlightenment, when you can trigger states of depersonalization at the press of a button. One might come out nihilistic and bitter. A cat with a helmet as your AI assistant.

An actor taking sugar pills and getting hyper

I’m your vehicle

The Fourth Way in the Third Place

I had a dream that I was walking through the back alleys of an apartment complex and I came to a glass door with Ryan on the other side, recently released from prison. I flashed a peace sign at him and he began to argue with me about why I haven't talked to him and halfway through a black prostitute walked up and was trying to bring him some American Flag stamps but he closed the door and kept talking but I couldn't hear his voice, so she called him on the phone and said that the boss wanted to give him these stamps, so he opens the door and she hands the stamps over and tells him that the boss wanted him to know that they love him. So Ryan invites me in and we walk through the apartment which is in the back of where he works, which is a small Christmas tree warehouse showroom floor where they sell the trees. His dad was the owner.

A man driving with two visors up, one in front and one to the side. He pulls up and syncs with the car, looking directly to his left and looking 'through' the visor and smiling. You cannot see the eyes but you can see the smile.

Shadows of the night and double vision

A retired filmmaker returns to an unfinished film, compelled by the advent of new technology promising a complete virtual-reality recreation from the film stock. When he enters into the world of the film, his long-forgotten ideas come back to haunt him.

This is the world in which reality lies. A physical world where the population has either locked themselves into virtual thoughtforms or traveled spiritually into organic thoughtforms. There are gatekeepers, system engineers, tinkerers, but most people prefer to live inside the thoughtforms. Organic thoughtforms are shaped like dreams, fuzzy and incomplete, shifting and malleous. Organic thoughtforms are generated in the human mind through exposure to ideas, memes, and media. Dreams are fun and all, but they have found a way to travel into their media landscapes already dreamed-up in their heads. Authors and artists weild immense power, their sub-par, addictive, mind-numbing ideas creating mountains of thoughtforms in which to trap the common people. Mean-nothing do-nothing worlds, fantasies, brand names. The organic thoughtforms can be narrowed into two types - primeval and commercial. Worlds of primitive sunlight and animal wonder, protozoic existence and revulsion-hells grinding in maelstromic waves, love letters and familial bonding. All alongside the brand names, Disney, Harry Potter, etc. These companies can ensure that their worlds are created through exposure to their brands. They can create their worlds in an amorphous form among the human population, and then strengthen it through the travelers spreading word of mouth to other people to visit the organic thoughtform, and maybe stay there for a while. They can't charge admission, but they can reap infinite exposure. On the other side of the coin, there are virtual thoughtforms. Nothing less than virtual reality, this is a fully-functioning universe at your command. There would be networks of these, with user-created and commercially-created being traveled throughout. Some would be special, kept only to the creator, exposed to those close to them once their relationship became something truly special. People would mark their lives in these thoughtforms, creating them throughout the years, creating them for giving to others, creating them for no-one. It has supplanted all forms of media, and replaced narrative conventions entirely. The machine used to create the virtual reality has a Polish word inscribed on it, roughly translates to the word for "when something has taken shape." The unit is inside nearly every living space. The unit is colloquially known as Ivory.
irrikaz zegoen maite zuen

some cultures would have rituals to create them collectively.

Vanessa Ritaku

The poster for The Tube 198X:

A tube television set, boxy and brown, sitting on skinny metal legs with wire antennae branching out from a dome on the top. Coming out from the screen, clockwise from the bottom: an elongated rabbit - The Blue Man's head, wrapped in blue-screen material - Rat Boy Sean, Will Taurus, Cybele Lander, Toroid Bill talking to a glowing light, his merkaba, inside of a microwave, The Lander Satellite, Crows, Jeff Leung,

There must be some cosmic rule of karma that dictates the internet must be erased, that to grow as a person one must destroy their childhood, burn their books in the backyard and wake up to their reality, that the shadows on the wall weren't the real thing, the real thing was behind them the whole time, and whoever remembers the data will turn it into our new legends and myths, the true unknowing of what is real would fuel our change to the next level of society.

A couple crying on the couch, "Can we do it? Please, please, I need to do it." Some hesitation, they hold each other crying. As they slip into dreams, a dog runs up to them, contoured in sunlight, licking their faces. A euphoric feeling engulfs the three of them, healing their pain. They hold each other and drift to sleep, and wake up without the dog. A deep grief settles on their faces, then a relief.

Mae Brussel

Hot 27-yr-old screenwriter Johnny Midas - Anything I touch turns to gold.