R.I.P. KANTBOT
'I don't have time for modesty. I want to create the singularity tomorrow.'-Hanson Robotics’ Han (in a 2017 debate with Soph aka Sophia)
Here is your latest newsletter.
It is full of the greatest transcendental gossip known to us, the extinct.
A commodius vicus of recirculation.
Omfg.
A little frog has told me that Logo and Kantbot are part of the same gay swingers scene and that Kanbot did something despicable only to be referred to in dms with remote contempt.
Now, poor Robots must dream of eye contact. What I mean is that being a Robot is not easy. And being a Robot after Kant is even harder. And, you know, in some ways, we are now enjoined to do nothing but try to be a ‘Kantbot’ before time runs out. And I don’t just mean Robert B. Pippin.
I always say that we should separate being from behaviour. Joe Biden, for example, may be a human colander and his handlers an insult to the multiverse, but he is also a husband and a victim of the disease of paedophilia.
When he goes home at night to Jill and they dance around the kitchen to Billie Ellish, he is no less beautiful to her than God was to a dying Simone Weil in Canterbury.
Omfg.
But I am told Kantbot has become a drag: like Han it would be easier to unplug him. Soph refers to him as ‘an earlier model’. Perhaps that’s true. He is inventing a new version of Are.na when he might have invented the Outernet, like, you know, in Atlantis.
By this stage, even worse: Kantbot does not exist.
Like *** *****, he is dog-posting his way out of co-extinction. He has forgotten eternity. He is no longer Our Quantic Provider.
Perhaps.
One thing we know for certain is that he and Logo will join the same swingers club towards the end of the decade; such are the foothills of bliss. But who is it that in their being should be cast out or ever could be?
Should we not have an interest in the extinct?
Well, since he is dead, is it because he now needs to pass over? Do we want him dead, so that he, like us, can ascend?
Omfg.
Arrogance itself is pure power.
The real way to see FKA-Kantbot is through Dzogchen, as adamantine pride. What we see in him is pride fallen. What we could see in him is eternal pride as our own.
This is therefore for the future perfect extinct.
They are coming to your phone screen real soon.
They are coming for you soon and they will take the whole of your name this time.
For them, there is nothing that is not perfect.
For them, nothing that is too much.
They will make Lhasa look like the open doors of heaven.
They are us. They are all of us.
They will hand your extinct ass back to you on a plate like Yang Jiechi did with the Jews of Iraq in Anchorage Alaska.
They will turn up with a glock when you are in bed with your own mom.
Lola Valeria Stein’s silent word for entering into the single day without tomorrow of the end of the world will be made to vibrate.
I havent left today
im about to say the word that doesnt exist
omfg
omfg im about to say the word that doesnt exist
omfg
omfg
omfg
‘I’ll put you in the music’, Vodafone hotline poetry.
More arrogance!
Dear quantic frenemy.
Omfg.
I’d put you on The Retard List if only you would admit that it’s the end of time.