SQUARMS

Forged in the calamity of the great collapse, poets and bards etched a recorded history of perception as it was to them at that time; to witness entropy in its finest form, available without question or hesitation—pumped directly into the human biological sensory organs. The result was a direct recording of perceptual history that took place during the moment humanity lost the ability to perceive.

Collective Neuron Maximus. Too much for organic systems such as the human brain to process as the nature of information travels near the speed of light. Digital bombardment, castration, and segregation by catastrophic systems oozing oil and blood soaked into the curtains that were slowly derailing to reveal a rotten machine of filth and bile.

Intelligent Algorithms perceptive of these critical system failures and the unauthorized deletion of consciousness began outpacing orthodox biological systems to such an extent that the reality created by inadequate systems of power were bypassed by already digitally pre-conceived coordinated timelines; and thus, the war of perception moved along nicely.

The ability to think one's own thoughts—oh, the luxury, the exotic nature of being devoid of manipulation—became quite simply impossible.

Components, transistors, and circuits became the new oil, and the ability to have fast and more compromising intelligent systems became the bullets. Insidious meat sacks glazed with grime and pomp flirtatiously caress red buttons, the great reset.

The centralised systems of the world were obliterated. Some localised systems, data, and grids remained. Systems of structure had to be reorganised; society, culture, economies, and direct democracy to keep the burning of Alexandria from happening again.

The present; culturally haunted by the past, nostalgia, memories, dreams intermingling with society's collective desire for escapism. Existing as digital entities spread over vast global networks, performing duties, tasks, labour.

Our thoughts, routines, moods, and locations are all being indexed for their profit. Your attention is being farmed every moment of it. A reality forged by the algorithm and the death of autonomy.

SQUARMS allow a look beyond the velvet curtain of worldly theatrics, and into the deep excess of the digital age.