A Song of Fire Gun Sun

A disjointed vision.


This is my blog, and this one is for me in the future.


The attention economy (~a particular denomination, Russian, 2024), has been used to control a populace. Large industrial scale endeavors in the face of an influence onslaught may be impossible in the future. In your time now. Does strife rip through control systems designed for and dependent upon cooperation?


Imagine, a vector that can disrupt command and control, disrupt development, disrupt deployment of solutions, indeed, can paralyze decision making authority in the Congress itself.


Would the manifestation appear to be obstruction? Could it be distinguished from obstruction? Come to think of it, I would push obstruction memes to the dimwitted legislators of all of my enemies, and hope they took the mind virus bait!


Additionally, the Bloodletter visits again. The dimensional traveler played a strange song that recounted some kind of final battle. It was neat! I think it was procedurally generated by uh, something.


Anyway. The song started by describing a sky filled with autonomous munitions, some were like grenades, some did radio things, most were sacrificial dumb drones following smarter leader ones. All of them had green lights. The defenders sang about how they were the last, and they didn’t even know where the drones were from. It didn’t matter, the drones were winning.


They came in wave after wave in the thousands, defensive explosive charges wiped out many. Roaring phalanx cannons created waves of inertial mass in the sky, ripping the endless curtain of attacking drones.


Eventually, the charges were spent, and the cannons ran dry. The enemy drones carried all kinds of things in their swarms, and at the center of the last one, was a nuke. Apparently, this is how they did it. Endless waves of disposable autonomous munitions forcing the expenditure of defensive capability, until they could just fly where they wanted.


The traveler is weird, he always offers gold, but he never says why. One day I will take it, and see where happens to me. 

 

 

 

Please find the strange visit above, read by a digital being below!  You can go meet her at 11Elevenlabs!  Yeeeeha!  The words are always my own.

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