The winds of accelerating technocapital shake the fabric of reality. We dream strange dreams of an artificial god. Let’s try to make sense of it.
I am human; nothing human is alien to me
Terence, Heauton Timorumenos, 163 BC
nothing human makes it out of the near future
Nick Land, Meltdown, 1994 AD
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ex-AI researcher, humanist, wanderer. Trying to solve coordination. More at: vendrov.ai