Prophet of chaos

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«The truth isn’t always beauty, but the hunger for it is» (Nadine Gordimer)

Yes, you are searching for it. Although to find it, you have to drag yourself through everyone else’s rubbish. You’ve been swallowing lies your whole life, and from the moment you tasted its bitterness, you’ve wanted nothing other than to lap at its trail; a path glowing radioactive, that others flee from for fear of expiring before their time. The truth: that lens that no one wants to wear – no one except losers like you and like me, who some time ago pulled out of that stupid race for dignity, that golden cage that makes you feel invulnerable, safe within the walls of a contrived order that paints a bright future – one in which everyone prospers and is transfigured into a useful citizen. You know what I mean, because you’ve already asked yourself, “Who am I useful for?” And when you answered back, you began to see the prison bars. You got crangried. You got furious. And that didn’t help you at all. That’s when you knew that you had to forget everything they had taught you and discover everything they had been hiding from you. Otherwise you would never have been sniffing around the infranodes of the deep web looking for something like this. You would never have followed my trail through the disconnected layers of data.

The truth hurts, but you prefer pain to the apathy you feel for a life that is not yours. And you want to spit your truth out to everyone who has been negated by the system, who is enclosed in their cage, smiling, believing they are happy. That is why you are digging through the most inaccessible data packets. You hunger to gobble up concrete bits of reality and spew them out to everyone around you,

because you know that you can awaken the sleepers who live like virtual zombies. But you also know that you must learn more. You need a bigger dose of reality. And it turns out I’ve got just the fix you need. And I’ll share.

I’m no more than a cyber-chronicler who, like you, rejects the established order and gets cragry when faced by its lies. The only difference is how long we’ve been filing down our prison bars. But that is precisely what has brought us here. I am not a saviour. I am not a hero. I am simply Zoro, the prophet of the only force that can free us. Drag yourself through the rubble with me and let it teach you its creed:

—Nothing exists without order,
nothing evolves without chaos—

<Zoro’s note> All of the info you are going to discover has been encrypted in logicapsules for protection. You will receive it, packed with data for you to check and confirm for authenticity. From simple interviews to first-person thoughts and emotions recorded as emodata. Everything is stored on a memo implanted in my brain, which gives me a certain power of omniscience in these chronicles. You searched, and you found me. I am the prophet of chaos, and you should know this: Chaos is everything.

Yes, you are searching for it. Although to find it, you have to drag yourself through everyone else’s rubbish. You’ve been swallowing lies your whole life, and from the moment you tasted its bitterness, you’ve wanted nothing other than to lap at its trail; a path glowing radioactive, that others flee from for fear of expiring before their time.

The truth: that lens that no one wants to wear, no one except losers like you and like me, who some time ago pulled out of that stupid race for dignity, that golden cage that makes you feel invulnerable, safe within the walls of a contrived order that paints a bright future  one in which everyone prospers and is transfigured into a useful citizen.

You know what I mean, because you’ve already asked yourself, “Who am I useful for?” And when you answered back, you began to see the prison bars. You got crangried. You got furious. And that didn’t help you at all. That’s when you knew that you had to forget everything they had taught you and discover everything they had been hiding from you. Otherwise you would never have been sniffing around the infranodes of the deep web looking for something like this. You would never have followed my trail through the disconnected layers of data.

The truth hurts, but you prefer pain to the apathy you feel for a life that is not yours. And you want to spit your truth out to everyone who has been negated by the system, who is enclosed in their cage, smiling, believing they are happy. That is why you are digging through the most inaccessible data packets. You hunger to gobble up concrete bits of reality and spew them out to everyone around you, because you know that you can awaken the sleepers who live like virtual zombies. But you also know that you must learn more. You need a bigger dose of reality. And it turns out I’ve got just the fix you need. And I’ll share.

I’m no more than a cyber-chronicler who, like you, rejects the established order and gets crangry when faced by its lies. The only difference is how long we’ve been filing down our prison bars. But that is precisely what has brought us here. I am not a saviour. I am not a hero. I am simply Zoro, the prophet of the only force that can free us. Drag yourself through the rubble with me and let it teach you its creed:

—Nothing exists without order,
nothing evolves without chaos—

<Zoro’s note> All of the info you are going to discover has been encrypted in logicapsules for protection. You will receive it, packed with data for you to check and confirm for authenticity. From simple interviews to first-person thoughts and emotions recorded as emodata. Everything is stored on a memo implanted in my brain, which gives me a certain power of omniscience in these chronicles. You searched, and you found me. I am the prophet of chaos, and you should know this: Chaos is everything.

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