humans starting keeping books full of numbers and invented rules to move the numbers around long before we had computability theory, and invented laws to enshrine the sanctity of those numbers and punish anyone who manipulates the numbers against the rules, and constructed sociolegal algorithms to drive up the numbers, and in our slavish devotion to this machine we've built around ourselves, our final desperate pleading hope is that it will create an "artificial intelligence" for us that will somehow in its statistical hallucinations provide answers that help us escape before the machine bleeds to death
we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death
i said kiss me here beautiful, these are truly the last days, and we fell into it, like a daydream or a fever