Started Writing Sci-Fi: “Metuselah”

I started writing a new project code-named “Metuselah”; I was inspired by the “Meths” in Altered Carbon, a Sci-Fi netflix show. Methuselah was the longest lived of any of the bible figures, having lived about 969? years.

In my story – I don’t want to give away too much – but it’s also inspired by Snow Crash: it’s a future where telepaths “Jack in” to a brain network and skin themselves as celebrities to hide their true identity and communicate with each other telepathically and anonymously. Skinning as a celebrity costs a token, and most people only unlock one token a month.

In the network where he is almost constantly “Jacked In” and of a high rank on the ladder, the “longest-lived” of all “Jacked In” individuals is constantly harassed by fans, and requested by his peers. A new harass, a wifey request, keeps popping up in his mind, with a secret admirer skinning as various famous female Earth celebrities and propositioning him. It’s a troll: but this user must have many tokens to spare – he or she keeps skinning different celebrities to catch his attention – and most people only unlock one token a month to skin themselves. It piques his curiosity, why “she” is burning through so many tokens just to proposition him, and leads him to an adventure he did not anticipate, which includes a war for his ancestral home: Earth, and involves a penal colony in a parsec not far off. The penal colony claims a war will occur unless one of their prisoners is released. This could embroil a whole chunk of the known universe, and be a war that lasts Millennia. To avoid this costly and needless war, is a job for “Metuselah”, the longest-lived of anybody on the ladder.

This was not only inspired by video games, where the highest ranked players are treated as celebrities and claim to be G-ds; but also it was inspired by an episode I’ve had during schizophrenia, where “locally emulated celebrity voices” talking to me in my mind; I could literally hear celebrity voices, but it wasn’t them, of course.

I guess this work is also a take on where the internet is going, if anonymity becomes more popular. Pretty soon we’ll just jack in as someone else and communicate telepathically and anonymously – why not as our favorite celebrities, and never as ourselves, so that we can say whatever the hell we want, to whomever we want? It’s a dark and gritty world I’ve created for this story. Everyone seems rude, uncouth, and not very gentlemanly. This is contrasted by some of the main character’s “noble” actions.

Don’t know if this makes any sense. It was confusing to me for a while but I finally think i’ve got it down. So let me get this straight, voices in my head: you’re talking to me telepathically, you’re not the celebrity I can hear, and you remain anonymous? Looks like you were placed in my “fiction to write” bin as inspiration!

For those of you joking: Where do I upgrade? how can I “Jack in”? I want to hear voices, too! I don’t know man. I’ve been hearing voices for more than 15 years. The only thing left to do is graduate with a BA in English, and write books about my experiences with the voices. I’ve got 5+ years of part-time studies left on my degree. After that I guess I’ll put pen to paper.

Amazon self-publishing, here I come!

update: Looking at my early notes, I’ve decided I will not be mentioning any celebrities by name in this novel. I’m a pretty polite artist and straight-laced; I’ll say things like “red-haired beau” or “a muscular male with an inner-city accent” or something cheesy like that. At the heart of these cheesy skins or avatars, is a sophisticated technology. I find the dichotomy between a simple avatar or skin and the complicated inner workings of our protagonists something that I’d like to contrast and develop.

Signing off to write a little!
Your artist friend,
Steve Mini.

Talking to a fetus: Remote Embryonics

Disclaimer: I just write this stuff because I love science fiction and I’m a writer and an English undergrad. I do not condone the use of voice-to-skull, gene-selection, amnesia walls, or other antics probably going on right now in a lab somewhere. Or in my mind. /shrug.

Anyway: I frequently hear voices. I’ve thought to myself: If I can hear voices, and someone might be talking to me via synthetic telepathy: Or if I talk to myself, and have amnesia walls up, What’s to stop a remote handler with synthetic telepathy from talking to a child whilst still in the womb?

At what age could the baby even respond telepathically? Could it telepathically communicate with a “remote handler”, before it even speaks to it’s own mother?

What about amnesia walls and talking to a child’s back end or subconscious, which I believe, oddly, has occurred to me as an adult male? What if this happened, to a child? What if it talked to the voices in it’s head before it talked to it’s parents?

Would it be smarter than average? Would it talk better and earlier and learn quicker? Would it be scientifically stronger in the mind for hearing voices and words so young? Imagine pictures bombarding it’s retina display and words accompanying the “programming” at a very young age. What does this do to a child?

Such thoughts worry me, and also inspire me to write a little science fiction.

Stay safe bois, and stay woke! Tell me it ain’t happening somewhere already! Don’t look up!

Disclaimer: I hear voices in my head, including celebrity voices, but they’re all just made up. Synthetic telepathy is probably just a hoax. I never warned you. You didn’t hear it from me.

Heck, message me telepathically for an invite to the guild. That’s the joke. There is no telepathic guild. Nobody ever did or I’d be lying to you.

Cheers.

The New Mutant: Schizophrenia

note: I am now medicated. My family, friends, the police, and my doctor do not believe anyone has access to my mind and instead believe that all the voices are made up. I do not condone the use of synthetic telepathy nor do I know where to “upgrade”. Though I am convinced that nobody else is in my mind; I consider myself self-scripted and hear local emulations; i.e. celebrity voices, often.

My doctor claims it’s therapeutic to talk about what I go through. That’s why I’m going to be blogging about this. I get hundreds of replies on the blog, though I don’t approve of many to reduce clutter and trolling, I do read them all. Thank you guys so much. What do ya’ll think of this?

The New Mutant: A Paranoid Schizophrenic’s opinion.

I suppose that I am a mutant: that hearing voices is genetic, and that my offspring, if any come into being, might also genetically inherit hearing voices. They’ll also restructure their mind, in a unique and different way, much like I have done my entire life: I’m self-programmed. Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night, because I hear a dial-tone in my mind; I respond to my supposed remote handler by thinking of a chirp. Call me nuts. I’m a paranoid schizophrenic. I think someone has access to my mind. Is it a super computer making all those dial tones and creepy voices in my mind? Am I being botted? Just who has access to my mind? Is it the government? I guess I’m a telepath, then. And my children, if I have any, will be telepaths, empaths and mystics, too; much like I am. They too will locally emulate celebrity voices and chat with imaginary friends in their mind – and think it’s the police! Many people will think that by hearing voices, that they chat with the dead, angels, demons, ghosts, aliens, reptilians, or militants and the government somehow, you name it; and my offspring will stand accused. They will pull data where none existed before, if such a thing is even possible. They will see retina video before ever retina video ever exists publicly; They will be guinea pigs to be experimented upon and they will be ostracized for thinking different. They will hear things they shouldn’t and talk to nobody else about it. They will calculate, and fathom, and never incur a cost for data transfer, brain-to-brain or brain-to-supercomputer. And I know one thing for sure: whether or not they’re telepaths, and hear modem clickings at night: either way, they will be mutants.

Those of us who hear voices are already paving the way for neuroscience to abstract data and deploy militancy; we are paving the way for synthetic telepathy and express commands, with anonymous commanders and little legal recourse; other than a prank call, something akin to phoning the wrong number, except, via voice-to-skull and brain-to-brain technology. Imagine this: “I was on a skype or discord call, officer, brain-to-brain. And what I said was private.”

In addition to hearing commands and pondering our submissiveness, or issuing some back! Many of us, for fear of being punished by our own scripts, i.e. the voices in our head that we probably construct, seek value in truth, especially because our subconscious punishes us for ever lying, especially to ourselves; and some of us turn to never lying or breaking the law at all and become moral persons. We’re men of principle. Still others are at the forefront of a left-leaning revolution; to forego all personal belongings and refrain from menial labor; to fight for advocacy and accessible medical treatments. We the niggas now, regardless of caste, color or creed; paranoid schizophrenics make up many of our homeless and are the first to lose wealth and to die; we live a shortened lifespan; we also test many new drugs and are studied for voice-to-skull technology; and we’re the first to be wrongfully arrested! And those of us who hear voices are also definitely in the front lines of the divide between rich and poor.

I claimed for the longest time that the voices in my head were not my own; that somebody else, via remote telepathy, was talking to me. This has never been proven and the police concluded that I am ill and talking to myself. If I am talking to myself then why can I hear the voices of anybody whom I look at? Why can I hear a song and chat with the singer in my head? Why can I think of the Queen of England or the President of the United States and study their responses to my questions? Perhaps then, the police were right and I locally emulate, and am self-scripted; and nobody else is in my mind. Not Madonna’s back end; not the Pope’s front-end. Perhaps then, I am merely a mutant, and bother nobody else. And all y’all niggas, i.e. the voices in my head, are fake.

I’ve long questioned who has access to my mind, which many claim to be paranoia. If it’s nobody, perhaps then, I am merely a mutant, and I locally emulate celebrities subconsciousness in my brain and ask them questions in my head and laugh a little, at their humorous responses. It’s entertaining, really; chatting with people in this way. Perhaps then, I am merely a mutant, and will come, in time, to accept this. I guess nobody is in my mind at all.

Advance, march!

&

To Arms! For Art’s Sake!


Your artist friend.

The End Of The American Century

Coming off one of the worst year since World War 2, with 500,000+ Americans dead, and their economy reeling, the end of the American Century is at hand. And you can thank the likes of Donald Trump!

To the Republicans who tried to steal an election: shame on you!

Will the Americans now embrace their world no.2 status as the Chinese economy ramps up? Apparently there used to be a new billionaire every week in China. Now it’s a new billionaire in China every 2-3 days.

Or will America force a conflict with China – while they still can?

What do y’all think?

Immigrant Labor Theory

I have a theory. Toronto and Vancouver are a dud. We have a chronic shortage of housing, and foreign buyers are probably speculating often and buying all our houses up.

Let’s face it: We need a new Toronto. In fact, we need several new Torontos, all over the country.

If we are to compete with foreign nations, we need to be one billion strong some day.

Canada has a population of what? 30 million people? I say open up the floodgates. And Canada is supposedly doing so; accepting immigrants at an exponential rate.


I look at the United States and see them a soft second by 2050. Let’s face it: The real market is China, and we’re already adapting.

America: Get to a billion people, too. Open up the floodgates and let immigrants in by the droves.

What are your thoughts on this?

Steve Mini from the 6ix.

Broadcasting our thoughts into space

I talk to myself often. And I do hear responses (I’m a diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic, who likes to claim that he’s self-scripted or self-modified). I have entire conversations with myself.

I’ve adapted. I’ve honestly thought about how useful that would be in a long space voyage. Imagine talking to yourself for years on end and having it transmitted into a database. “Captain’s date. Star log.” etc. Anyway, though I don’t yet record myself, It’s been infinitely useful to me. I honestly hear a myriad of interesting data and introspectively oppose myself, vastly improving my pitiful intelligence and thinking.

In my opinion, the first telepaths, or at least, the best telepaths, will be self-modified schizophrenics (who already hear voices and are trained as such). But alas, that’s another blog post for another time.

Anyway: Here’s my point. I’ve always wondered about that one time, possibly a hoax or urban legend, where supposedly, Hitler (or anyway, someone already dead) shot messages and images into space, only to have them recieved long after his death by NASA. Wasn’t it in some space movie, based on a true story?

Could such a technology be applicable to me? What if I could shoot my thoughts into space? Is this next-level broadcasting? Who would recieve and inherit these thoughts, many years or even centuries from now? I wonder… would my ancestors want to hear from me on my “birthday”?

Say for example I digress (and my brain responds). I therefore have a most excellent conversation with myself (usually not how it works, but I digress). Now say that conversation is shot into space, only to bounce, and then return, long after i’m dead, into a machine.

This could, in theory, allow us to exactly message people centuries after we’re dead, with all sorts of facts, zany theories, even eerie hellos!

What do y’all think? What would it cost to shoot noise into space, and have it bounce back to us, say, 100 years after our death?

Someone do the math.

And the first idiot to shoot up omae wa mou shindeiru is me (“You’re already dead”. It’s a meme. You couldn’t be dead though, if you recieve the message in the future. Hmm).

Heck, let’s make a company that charges by the minute or message. If you’re selfless: set it up and make me the CEO. If you’re not selfless at all, then don’t. Alas, there are no more selfless people on Earth. But I digress: that’s another blog post.

Mini,
your selfless friend and theorist, though poorish.

Female Astronauts having children in space: they’ve got us beat at this, too!

I have a theory for everything. I think often. In fact, I’m a curious specimen. When I think, my brain articulates a response. I hear voices in my head. As I often joke: When I pray, somebody responds. When I cry, nobody listens. (I’m a paranoid schizophrenic and like to think of myself as self-scripted or self-modified).

My brain is often opposed to my zany theories. Like: it literally tells me that it’s opposed. And often it tells me why. I’ve written a theory about this, called: “Opposition theory”. Email me for more details or I’ll elaborate another time.

So anyway today was a typical day at the office. I was constructing a theory about travelling across the galaxy, say: 100+ light years away or whatever the closest “Earth 2” is. I say 100+ light years coz I’m too lazy to do the math – somebody do this for me and look it up and be a dear and drop a comment. Just how far is the closest “Earth 2”?

Anyway, I theorized, possibly erroneously, that, if we could carry enough water with us, to last more than, say, a century’s worth of light-year travel, and recycle every drop, of sweat and urine and maybe even blood, and salvage every last scrap of liquid … Anyways: my point is this.

Perhaps, female astronauts, could artificially inseminate on-board a space ship, vastly improving the longevity of the crew by having female children, who could then also artificially inseminate. Entire generations of females could be aboard a ship travelling centures away, to Earths we couldn’t otherwise get to.

This would make female astronauts infinitely better than male astronauts for life-long travel distances because their offspring could, in theory, out-live them and complete the journey.

The voices in my head disagreed, as usual. (Like I said: I hear voices. They respond to my queries, usually with an “oh hell no”).

So anyway, I decided to quit arguing with myself and instead post my zany theory here, to garner some responses.

So what do you think? Are women the new “it” thing in space theory and long-distance space travel?

Barring that, I thought maybe we could bend space/time and make a 100 light year journey about 20 minutes or a couple of days, through a wormhole. Yeah, no. Not gonna happen. Load up the water and recycle the urine. Females got us beat at this, too.

Your inferior specimen,

-Steve Mini,
Artist (self-proclaimed).

Post-script: Let’s take this one step further for a moment. Possibly even on earth, males might one day find themselves no longer necessary, because of artificial insemination. Subsequently, an nearly all-female population would be beneficial, perhaps even, vastly superior. Possibly even necessary, under certain conditions. Why risk a male at all? Especially in space, where females vastly improve our survival and minimize conflict, consumption, and storage. Why have a male at all? When you could have a female have quintuplets – all females. The odd male would be, alas, frowned upon (extra baggage). Something to think about, especially in this day and age of cutting corners and thinking ahead. Are males even necessary anymore?

Heck, if we went cannibal (i’m thinking of a novel now – i can see it being directed, and – pan the camera a little to the left. That’s it. now zoom in.)

Anyway, if we went cannibal and women could have 4 or more children every 9 months – we might possibly make it to “Earth 2” with food to spare.

I can see it trending on social media, many years from now. Your children will eat up all the unnecessary males.

Heck: now that I think about it: my fraternal twin is a woman who obtained a PHD. I’m still a part-time undergrad. Let’s face it: I’m an inferior specimen. Let’s face it, men: we’re doomed.

-An unnecessary male.

Oh well. I guess i’m a bit of a creative writer / novelist (I consider myself more of a theorist, but alas). My brain however, will now be opposed i.e. “no you’re not a novelist …”. I can literally hear the voices in my head opposing me …

If you wanna see an e-book of a novel for free, inspired by these sorts of zany theories and thoughts, then drop me a like or comment. The voices in my head say “hi” before I do.

Your excluded male-friend,
-Mini.

Heck, the voices in my head are probably all female. lol: just joking. I’m actually 100% male and straight. Sorry voices.

“Bitches ain’t shit huh n6bba”

The world’s largest trading partner has nothing to do with the United States …

All this talk about “America first” is off putting to allies. Here in Canada we’re terrified that our livelihoods will be ruined by a tariff or an “America first” policy that could gut our economy. We’re tired of treading on eggshells.

On the heels of these sorts of fears is the news that the world’s largest trading bloc has nothing to do with the United States.

https://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-54949260

“The new free trade bloc will be bigger than both the US-Mexico-Canada Agreement and the European Union.”

When you isolate yourself, threaten your allies, and don’t give a damn about anybody else: The world adapts.

We need new leadership in the United States.

I mean, you asked your constituents to not vote via mail: and they didn’t. Then you lost the election on ballots that were cast via mail for the opponent. Then you refuse to concede and try to sue.

That is exactly why Asia has positioned itself as a multilateral leader and stands to dominate within a few years. Most of the world has already moved on.

A lot is riding on Biden post-Jan 20, 2021. Let’s hope he can pull the tide back a little, so to speak.

Hotbed issue: Legalize Sex Work. Millennials have had enough with archaic prostitution laws and being zucced repeatedly on the ‘book.

Hotbed issue for all the millennials struggling to get a good paying job. Legalize sex work and allow all these beautiful women to work from home.

Back in my day you went to the bar to get laid. These days it’s all on twitter and social media and instagram and from the comfort of your living room. Heck, these days it’s foolish to flirt with any woman and prudent never to do so until you’ve offered a gratuity. You’ve just come to expect that she has an onlyfans or charges. Or a premium snapchat or some other service; everything from dick-ratings to lewd sales to straight up flat fees for getting laid. Nothing to do with a woman is free anymore; not even the sacred and profane act of getting laid.

The power of social media has transformed the way we understand and interact with women as men. Gone is the harmless flirt. Or getting laid without money. That’s so pre-2010.

Now it’s a ladies perogative to state “subscribe to my onlyfans” – and that just gets you in the door. Continue to pay to get the attention you desire from a good looking woman you thought you picked up at a bar.

I’m not saying they should fleece you for a good time. Nor reject your advances if you’re on a budget.

But it’s time that millennials, who have wrestled with archaic prostitution laws and sold lewds from home, get the due justice they deserve from the government that has largely ignored some of these hotbed issues.

Once and for all, strike down these ancient laws and allow women to make money by selling lewds and themselves.

Though i’ve mentioned women, gay men also purchase male content (and make up the bulk of your sales as men). There’s money to be made if you’re good looking or otherwise marketable, even if you’re an inferior specimen: even if you’re merely a male.

Twitter is leading the way. Cum shots and erotica abounds. Gigantic penises and huge tits are all over the platform. You need to be careful who you follow. Any woman with a phone is all of a sudden a business operator with hundreds, thousands of interested men.

We need to act now and legalize the sale and distribution of nudes. We need to act now to allow the sale and purchase of sex -for both/all genders, not just women.

Ladies, please insist on protection. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have the right to an abortion if it all goes awry.

Steve Mini

1.0 (this shall be edited until it’s a finished article).

2.0

I’m ashamed that the conservative government, instead of moving forward after the Bedford ruling of the supreme court, decided instead, not only to back-track, but to make prostitution a crime, criminalizing prostitution for the first time in Canadian history in 2014, further endangering and illogically opposing our sex workers. Get sh!t serious, mah n6ggaz. Vote with your feet.

to all o’y’all n6GGaz right now subscribed on onlyfans and taking pics of your ladies, just right this minute never vote conservative ever again. See how fast they change their mind and the law, n6GGa.

Millions of women, each with their thousands and legions of fanboys and followers, agree with me right now. This is a movement that cannot be stopped. We will not be silenced. We WILL be naked online. It’s coming that way. Shield your children’s eyes. Do whatever it takes. Distance yourself.

But I bet a lakh that men can’t get laid without money in the coming years. Women just don’t want to anymore for free.

I haven’t met an honest-to-g-d, self-respecting, Christian woman, who literally wanted to date and not make money or anything else, in over a decade. Of the few that i’ve dated, i very nearly married one. But i’ll leave my self-professed Abrahamism for another time. Abrahamic ladies, where y’all hiding? Marriage is, alas, another cost in a man’s playbook. And then, that ultimate price: children. But we’ll leave my aggravating assumption that men can no longer even get laid for another time, too.

Hello world!

Welcome to My WordPress Blog. I’ll be going through some material that is avant-garde; i’m a philosopher-type; I’m neurodivergent: my brain doesn’t work the way normal brains do.
I’ve speculated that, because my offpsring might also hear voices, that perhaps they will be seasoned telepaths and connect with other voices remotely and structure their brain in new and unique ways; perhaps, then, i’m a mutant with an interesting gene-pool! I’m also a fraternal twin: my twin sister obtained a PHD and moved to Europe! She doesn’t hear voices at all!

My illness does not define who I am. “You’re crazy” shall be ignored.

-A Paranoid Schizophrenic

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