I’m watching live streams of disaster zones. Riots, pogroms, genocide, warfare, intercut with AI slop ads for games that don’t exist. I’m holed up in the hotel room, with an attempt at storing several days of supplies half-consumed around me. The curtains are drawn and I’m feeling fidgety. It was as though there was something wrong deep in my body, a tensity I couldn’t relax. I went back to watching atrocities overlaid with chat logs made up entirely of emojis.
The United States was at war. The world was at war. I was at war. You was at war. War had never been experienced directly by the West Europeans, the North Americans. They thought they had, but the violence of war hadn’t yet erupted across their cities and their people. They had the confidence of a man who had never been in a fight yet thinking they could win. I roll another blunt and eat fish from a tin on the bed, devices laid around autoplaying international violence.
Israel was the tip of America’s spear in the belly of West Asia. It had become blunt with the blood of children. A blade that had lost its edge wasn’t good at cutting, it lacked precision, it could even be dangerous to the person using it. The escalation of violence across Iran, Lebanon, Syria, Palestine, overstretching the nations military capability. It had already burned through most of its soldiers by setting them like dogs against unarmed people, the death and suffering they inflicted whilst laughing settled deep in their brains. A human isn’t meant to do that to another. The joy they had experienced massacring people in Palestine had been addictive, they were drunk on blood. They thought themselves invincible, backed up by Western money and weapons. For the last year they had tried to destabilise Iran, assassinating leaders and scientists, striking at targets with long range weaponry, laughing on social media at children with their arms and legs blown off, crying in hospital beds.
Iran’s counterstrike will continue to escalate. Israel will continue to escalate. America will continue to escalate. False flag operations, burning American bases in deserts, missiles streaking through the sky, cities turned to rubble and the world painted the colour of ash. China and Russia backing Muslim states, United States and England backing Israel. Trump and Starmer the first people in a hundred to fight a gorilla. Proxy wars happening across Africa, the Northern countries aligning with Islam, the Christians to the South, India against Pakistan, Europe standing at the sidelines crowing that there must be peace whilst selling weapons to anybody who will buy them.
Contemporary warfare. LLMs controlling guns on robot arms, programme instructions like bizarre combat poetry. Drone on drone warfare, boston dynamic big dogs mounted with machineguns fighting counterparts. The use of weapons for the sheer purpose of monetising warfare. War without human death, increasing potential market values for militarised artificial intelligence companies that had sprung up from social media websites. Similar to education, where a teacher will set work with AI done by students with AI then marked by AI. The human element of society had become inconsequential, an unnecessary appendage to the policies and systems of running an efficient civilisation.
The next world war is not about religion or ethics or
people. It is bullshit strategy played by middle-class security consultants,
big domed heads plotting the course of the century. They had collectively
decided to bet against each other, that the climate wasn’t worth saving,
instead the last scraps of the planet should be seized for the good of the
nation. Metals used in computer equipment, oilfields that must be sucked dry, farmland
for growing crops amongst the radioactive dust – endless growth was difficult
with limited resources and the world was being hollowed out by billionaire
vampires watching all of this unfold on luxury yachts on international waters.
They had deemed themselves as the people that would survive the apocalypse and
bring about a new world where they would reign as emperors over the carcass of a
dead planet.
All of this was as clear as staring directly at the sun. There was nobody coming to save you. All we have is each other. Do you align yourself with Eden, or slide into a sarcophagus you have built from your own imagined powerlessness?
