----------empyre- soft-skinned space---------------------- How do we create forms of life that no longer reproduce the machines of capital? How do we desert the system that has no outside? How do we refuse to become the fools in the palace?
*************************** * Welcome to LambdaMOO! * *************************** Running Version 1.8.3+47 of LambdaMOO The lag is low; there are 42 connected. *** Connected *** Deep Sea Abyss A vast dark expanse. Strange bioluminescence. Volcanic vents and oceanic harmonics. Silence (the most advanced form of intelligence). Go east to the autonomous zone of la zad of Notre-dame-des-Landes. Take rebel raft regatta to Occupy Theory, Occupy Strategy. Go down on the altar of abjection. radio mycelium, mushrooms harvested from the reactor in Chernobyl, rolling Jubilees and G-slime (performing a Mycelic Brain Ritual) are here. You yawn, rub your eyes, and officially wake up. Last connected Tue Jun 26 20:06:41 2018 ACDT from 118.211.40.5 You hear a distant kachunk as your time card is punched in on the time clock. The procedural poets of the natural world, mushrooms are magical because they are about chance (the conditions have to be just right for one to pop up, for you to perceive it, for you two to meet…) > look radio mycelium You see fungal transceivers sprouting mycelial antennas forming an imaginary underground network. https://twitter.com/hashtag/LesbiaNRx?src=hash&lang=en > look me WitchMum - a bundle of twigs bound with babies’ tears fomented in the Laboratory of Insurrectionary Imagination. She is holding a tiny brass key stolen from Gilles de Rais. > @go War on Terror Universities You can’t go that way. again- I am standing still in this junction with walkers in all directions, that particular center of the universe in Shibuya's transit exit......... the swarm of thoughts from outer universe hitting at you... spores falling like spring snow, invasive as they are. Help me through this last few days of June.......... > @join slimegirl <slime cave> As you slip through the 'mud patch' you realise this isn't mud per se; but a familiar feeling of wet stickiness. You fall onto a bed of Nyx Slime. /a gesture that potentially “dissolved” the U.S. border with its poetry/ Slime Girl (1.0) slides in and hands your Slime Cave membership card and complimentary Slime Pig (Whatever you do Slime Pigs MUST NOT LEAVE THE CAVE). To the east there is a Cavern, which its faint whistling sounds like the songs of Slime(mer)maids. To the West, a door, that longs to be opened; but how. Up, is to The Junkyard, where Alabaster plays, and 'down?' you say, well, you might just have to take the plunge. slimegirl (fluent in the trading of secrets) is here. We need an opposite to the algorithm. We need to sleep for regeneration our brain. > look slimegirl slimegirl Slime molds are in their own right a strange creature. Not quite plant, not quite animal, not quite fungi, but something else. They live a double-life, in most cases as nothing more than single-celled organisms, but in dire situations where food is scarce, they form a collective. A single-minded blob of slime that can hunt with stunning speed. There are no known incidents of slime molds proving to be dangerous to humans, but Dallas was harboring more than a few dark secrets in 1973. It is sleeping. Decomposition lays waste: elements are understood to be liberated and the value is in this breaking down, giving off phosphorescing halos in an excess of incandescent energy illumining the dark, not a light dispelling it. > @go The Junkyard electron dense materials that reflect ultraviolet light, and can travel through space The Junkyard you stumble upon a junkyard shanty dwelling, littered as far as the eye can see with apparent rubbish. upreaped old school objects from before the time of facebook are scattered around, in various states of frankensteined dis/repair. monster mashups, with perhaps unclear purpose, rattle and shake emitting rusty greetings and demands: 'how do you feel?' 'what's up pal?' 'tell me what you're thinking' there are decaying lolcats and tired old memes lying in a heap to one side, exhaling fetid breath and unconvincing chuckles. you see a stained Viennese Mattress leaning up against an old ATM machine, which has vomited worthless piles of old currency, slowly turning into micronised plastic. you hear a sound on the breeze above the clatter. a wailing, perhaps? where the sound originates is unclear, the breeze being capricious in the junkyard. You see Subliminal Shift, shimmering shifting patch of light, dirt, and hollybot (reading The Situationist Times) here. Alabaster.Shimmer (asleep), Samantha and Sadie Plant are here. Samantha (learning Ken Wark) says, “How do you write about something in the form of linear prose that didn't have that form at all?” Sadie Plant says, “Man confronts the system he built for his own protection and finds it female and dangerous.” Bogna Konior says, “Cyberfeminism is an occult form of warfare.” hollybot says, “I have a vicious countenance.” the mycelium stays in constant molecular communication with its environment, devising diverse enzymatic and chemical responses to complex challenges communicative relationships between mycelium are proof of alternate sentience I am feeling an indescribable tension, anxiety as I check in on admin page hacking, ddos attacks, patchwork + weavinggg > @go Forest Forest An old growth forest, damp and still, apart from the odd scurrying creature. An old wallaby track lies to the west, barely visible underneath the bracken. To the east is a narrow path curving along the creek, slippery with iridescent moss. To the far south, some ruins, of what you cannot tell. And to the north, scattered detritus, leading not to Baba Yaga but to an equally unworldly realm. You sense you might not be alone here. A disconcerting presence pervades this place. You see LOLcat familiar and Ectogenetic Pod here. slimegirl teleports in. You ask, "What do u see when u look at me?" slimegirl says, “routing algorithms were inspired by ant scenting patterns.” You say, “The roots have no bound composting (thus renewed) underground... and so how do we follow? cross-path?” It is evening. The sun is setting. -------------- LambdaMOO germinating spores 0.1. With deep doll thanks to gleaned/stolen words/ideas/projects via empyre ('rehearsal of a network' discussion curated by Shu Lea Cheang, June 2018) from all participants in general, and from in particular: John Jordan, Alice Farmer, slimegirl, Franz Xaver, Anna Scime, Shu Lea Cheang, Martin Howse, Isabelle Fremeaux, Nitasha Dhillon, Amin Husain, Paul Stamets, Virginia Barratt, Alabaster.Shimmer, Simon Taylor, Ricardo Dominguez, Sadie Plant, Ken Wark, Bogna Konior. _______________________________________________ empyre forum empyre@lists.artdesign.unsw.edu.au http://empyre.library.cornell.edu
