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+2023-01-05
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+2021-07-07
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+Antero
+	A person woke up wrapped in satin sheets, head atop a comfortably
+stuffed pillow. They remembered the two most important things: Take the pill.
+Check the book.
+	The book. Where was the book. Their room came into view. A wallpaper of
+lilacs on a cream background. Large windows, nearly floor to ceiling. The book
+was to their left.
+	June 1, 21XX. Ah, the first of a new month. Funny how that happens.
+They quickly flipped to the front. EDWARDS Eugene \ Class: Well-to-do. Ah.
+Well-to-do. Well in-deed.
+	The last thing Eugene Edwards remembered was sitting in a pub in, oh,
+what year is it now? 21XX. So 40 years prior; sitting in a pub, having a pint
+of whatever happened to be on tap at that point. No televisions. No televisions
+at the bar. There were people on phones though. Eugene watched them, thinking.
+Kids on their phone. Is it a phone? Are they still phones nowadays? Fuck it.
+Phones. Just about the same anyway.
+	The kids were on their phones scrolling through memetic imagery like a
+hundred years prior back when lead and fluoride and Donald Trump and quantum
+computers and oh god think of the children were on people's minds and when
+those were the only just about the only things on people's minds no
+cognitoviruses no hazards just green grass et cetera. A hundred years prior.
+Eugene wasn't there, nor were Eugene's parents, nor grandparents. Eugene's
+great grandparents were alive though. Given the plastic content in the
+grandparents' bones, Eugene figured the times were not great. But maybe they
+were okay. They could have been okay.
+	The concrete age.
+	Eugene was watching them on their phones. Whatever the fuck those
+hipsters used. And Eugene watched the kid on the left, or the right - the one
+farthest from the exit - Eugene watched them drop their phone, suddenly, and
+tense up. Like getting electrically shocked. All their muscles tightened, their
+face got red, their veins got big, like Rob Muscanis doing a dead-lift. Then
+the kid passed out. Passed the fuck out. Then the same thing happened to
+another kid and slowly as the kids checked what was on each others' phones it
+rippled out.
+	Cognitohazard. That was what it was called. A memetic cognitohazard.
+Sweeping the god damn planet. The Indians and the Koreans both denied it was
+them immediately though they were under the closest scrutiny; India in
+particular had been known for trying to manufacture cognitohazards for military
+use. And all this investigation (in the wrong places) while it took kid after
+kid. And killed them! A fucking memetic image.
+	That night was when Eugene learned about Antero.
+	Antero is an experimental (now not so much) drug aimed at preventing
+the formation of new memories for 24 hours after ingestion. It's usually taken
+in the morning; available to every class and every body free of charge from the
+government not out of nefarious purpose (though that is questioned daily by a
+number of folks more than suspicious of the UPK's leadership) but out of a
+great need. Without Antero, fuck. Antero turns the permanent death of a
+cognitovirus into a temporary absence from the brain of the user. Antero is the
+penicillin of the twenty second century. Thank your local god for Antero, then
+thank the drug company that came up with it, Gokko (pronounced "gohk koh")
+Pharmaceutical. Then, of course, thank the Japanese.
+	Eugene took their first Antero the following morning, and by the looks
+of Eugene's book of short term memories gone long term gone gone, Eugene had
+taken Antero every morning since then, for the past forty years. Well,
+thirty-six years technically, thirty six years, three months, and a day. Eugene
+figured most people would be afraid to wake up forty years older (especially
+given that Eugene was just about reaching UPK life expectancy of sixty-four).
+However, Eugene did not have emotions; Eugene was technically a psychopath.
+Though this word is antiquated now and will be far more antiquated by the time
+this story occurs; psychopathy is not a real diagnosable medical condition,
+rather a collection of common attributes, and the term is hampered by a very
+strong connotation that psychopaths are violent and compulsively homicidal.
+Eugene was neither.
+	Eugene's book was written in a somewhat different way from their usual
+writing. At least that's what they figured at first look. On first glance, the
+entries were scrawled quickly and looked dirtier than their usual work (or
+their usual work of forty years' prior). Done so to save time, probably. And
+the entries were bulleted and abbreviated. "I went out for dinner with Laura.
+She seemed happy and has just gotten engaged to the kind-hearted and hearty
+mutual friend of ours Brian." becomes simply "dined with laura. now eng. w/
+brian"; "laura" and "brian" both hyperlinks to the relevant written profiles
+within Eugene's book (mentioned entry dated January 8 and both profiles updated
+automatically with this information at the same time).
+	So, what to do today. 21XX-07-01. Go to work at Rogo Corporation. Job
+is to supervise the automatic production of electric machetes and rapidly debug
+errors. At nine hundred hours, attend meeting determining scope and cause of
+formula errors in accounting department, and consequences. Okay. Eugene got out
+of bed, went to the bathroom, brushed their teeth, and did other usual
+activities similar to one does in the bathroom. Then they put on a
+tight-fitting black collared t-shirt, light and thin dark blue jacket, and
+black jeans, and walked downstairs to hail a cab to the tallest skyscraper in
+their city.
+	"Memes", viral thoughts, have existed for millennia. As the time taken
+for a thought to circumnavigate the world decreased, the sheer amount of memes
+increased. The printing press, telegraph, telephone, television, all
+accelerated the travel of memes. However, the mass popularization of the use of
+the Internet mainly through the world wide web in the early twenty-first
+century predictably spawned an unprecedented environment in which memes could
+form, pass through the minds of millions of people, and die, in the span of
+hours. This was the perfect petri dish in which cognitoviruses could evolve.
+	Cognitoviruses, or memetic cognitohazards, are self-propagating mind
+worms that often interfere with the capability of the subject's brain to
+accomplish tasks necessary in order to think. The first cognitoviruses were
+temporarily distracting and rather harmless; for example, a game where,
+whenever one thinks of it, they lose, which is in turn unwinnable unless the
+subject never knew of the game in the first place, but of which the subject is
+compelled to tell others, is a very classic example (and one that was popular
+on the Internet through the mid 2010s). As research into the phenomenon of
+cognitohazardous materials and the memetic transmission of cognitohazards
+evolved, cognitoviruses were developed and published that began to circulate
+through popular communicative Internet services, and soon became a "meme"
+themselves.
+	It was in the late twenty-first century that a cognitovirus was
+developed that was, more or less, lethal, and theorized to be the work of a
+state military though the true origin is uncertain. And Antero sat as a
+published paper and niche-market drug, usually applied in the treatments of
+mental illnesses such as post-traumatic stress disorder or depression. In the
+week following the release of the first lethal cognitovirus the usage of
+communicative Internet services plummeted, meanwhile Gokko Pharma's valuation
+increased fifty-fold. And so the world kept spinning.
+	Antero. Eugene needed to take the pill. They were halfway down the
+stairs from their rented living space before they remembered and had to walk
+back up. On the other side of the bed from where their book was. A blue bottle
+with white cap; inside, a dozen or so green pills. Eugene dry-swallowed one and
+went back down the stairs to the street to find a driver.
+
+	This is not nearly my best writing. I thought 七月 was June, the
+description of Eugene is so bland yet so pseudo-edgy. I like that Eugene uses
+gender-neutral pronouns but that was because of my misunderstanding of gender
+in which I thought such a thing was ridiculous and everybody should be neutral.
+I like the idea of memes as weapons and still think about it - I used to do
+stuff like that (and that's all I can say about that). But I think this style
+of narration sucks and the world described was excessively bland - intended to
+be British but without much subtle charm that colors the otherwise gray world
+of England in media. It's nice that my writing's improved so much in 18 months
+- or maybe I'm just not divorced far enough by time from what I write in this
+blah to see the glaring flaws.
+
+	I'm gonna have to put pipes at the start of the next one's lines
+because it's reliant on the structure of the text - I can't just indent each
+paragraph and shove it together to indicate relation between segments like I
+can when I put random snippets of writing in here.
+
+2021-08-12
+
+|Anonym's journey to the center of the universe
+|
+|	began on 31 september 2021 in the town of little rock maine. anonym
+| went to a big franchised or whatever drugstore to buy a coca cola. then they
+| went to check out but they noticed no registers were open. yet the store was
+| still open, and there was a worker there striding around the registers
+|
+|	"hi, I'd like to check out please" anonym
+|	Worker: "Yes, that's for what I'm here."
+|	"well, ah, where should i pay for my cola?" anonym
+|	Worker: "Please use the self-checkouts."
+|	"i don't really understand how to use the automatons" anonym
+|	Worker: "Yes, that's for what I'm here
+|		I'm here to show you how to use the self-checkouts."
+|	"alright" anonym
+|
+|	anonym learned to use the automatons to complete transactions
+|
+|	"so, what do you think of coca cola? what sodas do you like?" anonym
+|	Worker: "I don't know. I drink any beverage."
+|	"you don't have a preference? even something you like more than others?" anonym
+|	Worker: "No."
+|
+| anonym left the store and continued their journey to the center of the
+| universe
+
+	That one was basically just a transcript of an interaction I had at my
+local CVS. I hate my local CVS.
+
+2021-03-05
+
+The Journey
+	Kenan Gleick woke up on a Tuesday morning, in a town neither you nor I
+have heard of, Michigan, to a soft roar emanating from outside the room in
+which was the bed in which he'd apparently slept. He recognized neither the
+bed, nor the room, nor the view outside the window, nor, upon putting on the
+clothes in the mahogany bureau next to the bed (business-casual khakis, a pair
+of sneakers, and a black "Thanks for the toast!" tee shirt) and looking up at
+the mirror above the bureau, himself.
+	He pocketed a cheap multitool on top of the bureau. He knew who he had
+once been - a cashier at a local supermarket - but it didn't seem relevant to
+who he was now. His palms had worn since he'd last seen them. He crossed the
+hardwood flooring and opened the white door before entering a hall, painted a
+diseased maroon, to find what appeared to be a handyman or some other sort of
+contract laborer grinding through the drywall with a rotary saw. The man turned
+off the blade and stared at Kenan. "That room was just empty."
+	"Sorry." Kenan quickly walked into what was marked as a stairwell and
+treaded down the stairs until he came to the sign indicating the ground floor,
+where he broke into a jog and quickly made it outside the hotel before anyone
+could ask any questions.
+
+	I remember thinking about this one but I don't know what it was gonna
+be about. This is also probably the earliest piece of writing I have saved on
+my computer. There are really old ones that maybe I'll dig out at some point
+but I've already pasted three here for today and I can only bear so much
+embarrassment at the writing of my 17 year old self.
+
+	The trinity.moe/blah chronological cut must be so confusing to watch!
+
+	I found an ancient blog of mine from when I was a kid.
+
+2016-04-09
+
+	Today we didn't have school because it's Saturday. I went to one of my
+friend's birthday parties, [...]'s, to be exact, and I got him a Nerf Elite
+Dual-Strike. It was a Nerf party, by the way, and it's no mystery of whether
+Han or Greedo shot first. I did. I also met up with my (old) friend, [...], and
+shot him. It was kinda boring today altogether though.
+
+2016-04-11
+
+	School was nothing special today. I've been trying to think of a
+YouTube video to make. I've been getting vlogger's block. It's weird. Also, I
+heard of something I think everybody should check out - a petition asking
+Blizzard to stop trying to sue Nostalrius. Sign it! Please!
+
+2016-04-16
+
+	I didn't post anything for the week, since I was so busy with school,
+but now it's April vacation so I can blog all I want. My favorite Minecraft
+server, play.prxcraft.net, is shutting down on the 20th.
+
+2016-05-24
+
+	I've been busy this month. It's just too much, especially with
+volunteering and all the other crap our school makes us do. Meh. Another day,
+another blog. Another Weebly site to watch is AnimeFreak. Weebly's doing
+something stupid so that entire sentence was linked. Enjoy.
+	EDIT: I linked the word now. Just the word. DEAL WITH IT.
+
+	Somewhere along the way, probably inspired by Paul Graham's blog, I
+learned it's less interesting to write about what you /do/ (unless what you do
+is absolutely fascinating, which most of the time it is not) and more
+interesting to write about what you're /thinking/.
+
+	About a month after these I started on a webcomic which had the writing
+quality of CtrlAltDel and a slightly better art quality than Arson Comics. It
+had various unfunny jokes about virtual reality (which I had not yet tried),
+self driving cars (which did not yet exist), arcade machines that could play
+every video game ever made (which I didn't know existed), and the usual
+violence-as-a-punchline, a hallmark of 00s and 10s webcomics.
+	My favorite webcomics were xkcd (which I discovered at the time Vodka
+was published - 2015-05-22, I guess) and MegaTokyo (which I discovered on
+xkcd's site footer). MegaTokyo taught me leetspeek and a ton of weaboo culture,
+and I still love the common fantasy of being stranded in a metropolitan area
+and being forced to just Figure It Out. Later I also read TwoKinds, Savestate,
+Junior Scientist Power Hour, and others.
+
+	I would be thoroughly shocked if I found anything older than 2014 that
+I could paste onto here. My life only really began when I turned 18, anyway.
+
+
 2023-01-04
 
 	Karl and Will watched Captain James Cook sit in his recliner, seeming