1996 Bitch Mutant Manifesto [EN]

Bitch Mutant Manifesto

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VNS Matrix

1996

The atomic wind catches your wings and you are propelled backwards into the future an entity time travelling through the late C20th a space case an alien angel maybe looking down the deep throat of a million catastrophes

screenflash of a millionmillion conscious machines

burns brilliant

users caught in the static blitz of carrier fire

unseeing the download that scribbles on their burntout retinas

seize in postreal epileptic bliss

eat code and die

Sucked in down through a vortex of banality

You have just missed the twentieth century

You are on the brink of the millenium which one what does it matter

It s the cross dissolve that s captivating

The hot contagion of millenia fever fuses retro with futro catapulting bodies with organs into technotopia

where code dictates pleasure and satisfies desire

Pretty pretty applets adorn my throat

I am strings of binary

I am pure artifice

Read only my memories

Upload me into your pornographic imagination

Write me

Identity explodes in multiple morphings and infiltrates the system at root

Unnameable parts of no whole short circuit the code recognition programs flipping surveillance agents into hyperdrive which spew out millions of bits of corrupt data as they seize in fits of schizophrenic panic and trip on terror

So what s the new millenium got to offer the dirty modemless masses

Ubiquitous fresh water

Simulation has its limits

Are the artists of oppressed nations on a parallel agenda

Perhaps it is just natural selection

The net s the parthenogenetic bitch mutant feral child of big daddy mainframe

She s out of of control kevin she s the sociopathic emergent system

Lock up your children gaffer tape the cunt s mouth and shove a rat up her arse

We re verging on the insane and the vandals are swarming

Extend my phenotype baby give me some of that hot black javamagic you re always bragging about

I straddle my modem

The extropians were wrong there s some things you can t transcend

The pleasure s in the dematerialisation

The devolution of desire

We are the malignant accident which fell into your system while you were sleeping

And when you wake we will terminate your digital delusions hijacking your impeccable software

Your fingers probe my neural network

The tingling sensation in the tips of your fingers are my synapses responding to your touch

It s not chemistry it s electric

Stop fingering me

Don t ever stop fingering my suppurating holes extending my boundary but in cipherspace there are no bounds

BUT IN SPIRALSPACE THERE IS NO THEY

there is only us

Trying to flee the binary I enter the chromozone which is not one

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genderfuck me baby

resistance is futile

entice me splice me map my ABANDONED genome as your project

artificially involve me

i wanna live forever

upload me in yr shiny shiny PVC future

SUCK MY CODE

Subject X says transcendence lies at the limit of worlds where now and now here and elsewhere text and membrane impact

Where truth evaporates Where nothing is certain There are no maps

The limit is NO CARRIER the sudden shock of no contact reaching out to touch but the skin is cold

The limit is permission denied vision doubled and flesh necrotic

Where truth evaporates Where nothing is certain There are no maps

The limit is NO CARRIER the sudden shock of no contact reaching out to touch but the skin is cold

The limit is permission denied vision doubled and flesh necrotic Command line error

Heavy eyelids fold over my pupils like curtains of lead

Hot ice kisses my synapses with an ec static rush

My system is nervous neuronsscreaming spiralling towards the singularity

Floating in ether my body implodes

I become the FIRE

Flame me if you dare

VNS Matrix April 1996