thedoorhandler

[thedoorhandler]

How's the Sci-Fi doing?

The SciFi's doing well, but i'm leaving a lot on the backburner. I have neighbors i wish upon no one. Who knew that flying my drone would lead to someone running up to my terrace, to me reacting defensively with a pepper gun, to me getting arrested in front of 8 assault rifles?

That happened last June, 2 weeks after i dropped my album. If you have nosey, stuff older generation german neighbors, you'd really have to be one step ahead of them, both tactically and law-wise. They would love to lock you up and throw away the keys just for being you. It's amazing how this guy went on to cut his cute little garden flowers 14 days later like nothing happened. That is a form of evil i didn't even know existed.

No, i was not jailed, but i was in custody for a night. And i'm still living next to this mf, trying to battle his 5 dogs barking and watching him wobble in and out of his house while he parked on a part of my lawn for about 6 months straight. It's absolute insanity living door to door with these normies. They all lost their shit because of a tiny plastic drone, man. If he doesn't move next April, i'll have to change location or just crumble here while sitting in silence. In fact, this guy got so angry at me opening my curtain (so i can fuck him with the sliding noise) that he was carried out on a gurney with a stroke the next day. I have video proof.

Let me think. Maybe Vienna could be the right place for me, but at this point the world itself is such a hoot. But, i will come back with a lot of crazy stuff. Just holding on at this point. Simultaneously i promised to finish my album, Star Runner, between April and June, while having an absolute creative block. Yup.

[thedoorhandler]

How i sit there writing a Kickstarter campaign knowing no one in the right mind will support my cool-ass project.

[thedoorhandler]

*hits blunt*

An "S" is basically two U's interlocking with each other.

[thedoorhandler]

Bread.

Gotta love expert bakers, they're like: "Bread is our heart. Bread is our soul. Bread is everything you want to be. I left my wife for bread. I would die for this bread. This grain will change your life. I stopped talking, i stopped walking. I replaced God with bread. I make bread. This is the bread of life." [pounds flour] [lifts a majestic, steaming loaf out of the oven]

...and i totally understand this from making homemade bread...

[thedoorhandler]

This dream or vision occurred to me in 2012 or 2013, which was by far the most potent thing that i have ever dreamt. I didn't even know whether to post this in some conspiracy forum or find a way to re-enact this with digital video editing if i knew how. It made me question if it was really just a mere dream: I felt like my soul didn't deserve such sight. It was too mighty.

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A sky-sized celestial body appeared above me, in the highest part of the sky above the earth. I only linked two pictures from the movie "Armageddon" for an overall reenactment of how it looked like. Not even AI can recreate this. I have to put a huge emphasis of the entire visible sky being covered with it. Look up in the night sky and imagine. This rough, God/alienlike body came down lowering itself and peeking through a layer of fog in the upper mesosphere, dizzyingly high up there. The real problem was not knowing whether this body would come crashing or was just teasing. I felt like it was teasing before it got worse. It covered the whole sky. It looked like a reversed mountaineous terrain which subsequentially lifted back up and away from the stratosphere, and out of sight, into the silence beyond the sky's fog again.

This movement had a duration of maybe 3-5 seconds (peeking in and out) and seemed more like a clear warning that the earth has just been threatened by something bigger and mightier than itself. That thing lived. I forgot to breathe and ran on this sidewalk next to a street with just very few people doing in front of me who did the same thing. We were strangers, but there was a connection through fear that would make me feel like we were a most intimate part of each other. Quiet, synchronized internal panic to a point where no one was able to scream, speak or make any noise.

The only hollywood movie that was able to put a scene like this together was Armageddon, and there is literally nothing to add to the green-blue-turqoise texture of the rocky asteroid surface. I could see each and every ridge and small debris floating under it in 100K Ultra HD. Layers of this colored fog between (and over) each and every detail in various amounts and nuances were just unexpected, sickening, epic, stomach-turning, brutal, overly mighty. It looked pretty much exactly like that, without the earth on the right:

Everything on the ground was glowing dark green. The streets, the buildings, and it was night. Very few people including me ran around aimlessly, knowing: "This is it. Once and for all." Synchronized and quiet panic, shock, speechlessness in the collective psychological climate of those who were left.

The last memory of this dream was hiding with 2-3 souls/friends i knew in a high rise building office without lights. We just stood there accepting the whole thing while all electricity was out everywhere. There were no lights in the city, other than that dark green glow. It seemed like there were only a few people alive in general.

After this "vision", i woke up stunned like never before. I didn't feel bad, drained or anything like that. I fell asleep quite comfortably beforehand. When the dream was over, i basically lifted my ass up from the bed slowly with a huge degree of mental confusion, shock, awe and disbelief as if i just came back from the actual apocalypse. Needless to say that i believe my heart was pounding, too. All my reserves for survival instincts were used up and satisfied.

I spent some time thinking how my little brain could create such high-fidelity, ultra-clear and sensationally overwhelming pictures and scenarios without me having watched any movie or media that would involve asteroids or celestial bodies like that... not even remotely. I felt blessed. I felt like a prophet who just got the full dose of a true vision. The type of shit that will make you grab the pencil like the ones who who wrote the ancient books. Maybe others would have worded this story better and with more suspense, but the words i just wrote represent what i saw to its fullest extent.

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Note: This is a real dream report and not sci-fi. All of my dream reports are real and i would explicitly state whether something is within my fantasy works or from my personal 'diary'.

[thedoorhandler]

Light must come from inside. You cannot ask the darkness to leave; you must turn on the light.

-Sogyal Rinpoche

[thedoorhandler]

The EMP

Category: Dreams and Vision Reports (DVR)

I stand with some familiar soul to my left, who i didn't recognize, on some type of balcony.

The balcony has or platform has the perfect view of what resembles the panorama of northern part of my home city.

I then stare about more to the center left into some turmoil within the clouds.

A miliseconds quick detonation appears, which momentarily sounds like a fireworks explosion. The flash is ball-shaped - and some dots and residues are briefly floating around it.

It looked something along the lines of this, but only intermingled with dense clouds and higher mountains in the distance:

BOOM.

I hear a very crisp "bang" similar to a relatively close fireworks rocket.

Now, i hear this guy yelling:

"Holy fuck, EMP!... EMP! Get away!.... EMP!!"

I ran to my right down a narrow corridor-type path. I think about finding a hiding spot that included a metallic wall, like lead, to hide from this fucked up delayed shockwave energy that is incoming and will hit at anytime.

I can't find any such protective wall. I see various locked doors and only simple "plasterwall" walls around.

I can't open any door after trying and trying.

I look to the cityscape again and had this mental expectation of incoming darkness, based on the city's building lights turning black and this power outage effect gradually moving towards us.

My fear is based on this radiation enveloping or going through me, eventually stopping my heart or something.

I am super tense and confused, bracing myself for whatever energy wave will hit us.

I look again.

The power of all the buildings within the panorama turned black, kinda along the lines of this:

Now, i could feel some sort of "wavy energy" in the air that gently meets my expection as i kind of curl up on the ground while lying on my back or side.

I feel some kind of body effect coming from the air i was looking at. Maybe also some kind of quiet tinnitus or disturbance within.

My thought during it was something like:

"That's what happens when i tell someone to "bring on the doom".

....

That is where my memory ends. I believe that's about it.

That was 2 nights ago.

[thedoorhandler]

Companies closing, dropping like flies - bankruptcy hitting the surroundings like precise airstrikes.

"Company down, company down! Two F-16's heading towards some random beer company... oh fuck, we lost Kletzl snack sausages! Go protect this random fuckin' furniture store, the intel says it is next.. oh shit, building down..all employees are now surfing the nirvana."

Doug and Dave always wanted to create their own start-up of a Bluetooth speaker that can sing, dance, and bounce in advance. Quite a weird thing for them to dedicate their whole lives to this. "Have you bought one?" "No thanks, i'm good".

Interesting cleanup effect when energy prices etc. are high. Those 3-customers-a-day shops will all go. [That's because running the store costs more than the revenue they make].

Understandable. So many pushed a lot of shit that they thought we needed. Why even bother engaging in materialism? Come pick up social welfare and smoke weed with me. Oh right, they have been conditioned. I only feel bad for those who genuinely put hope inside it and had a family to feed, but not those who liked to divide between themselves and free souls who were fine with having little. One of my parents grew up in communism and used to think that having a job is the holy grail. lol, ever heard of building a secret tent spot on top of like school rooftops? Life becomes instantly an adventure rather than a burden. You just need a credit card with savings on it in advance.

When shit gets real, you may lose your home n' sleep outside, but you'll be able to buy small breakfasts from the store every day and live with the bare minimum as long as the beast system isn't active. Make sure involves at least one sugary softdrink, bread, meat and cheese to cover the right spectrum of carbohydrates, proteins, fat, salt and sugar. Do not ever waste one cent on alcohol. Do not fuck yourself up. Don't imitate the other homeless - be your own. And buy survival gear from Amazon now. From solar chargers to lanterns, sleeping bags, a mobile heater and a snow cloak for your tent. I'm just saying, something along those lines... when shit gets real, these words will echo in your mind, believe me. And to be honest, i live in a rented tiny house right now, but i don't really feel satisfied like i should. For some reason i'd love the adventure. Being outside feels more alive. It's different from person to person.

What will remain are only the most essential of services. There are so many out there always took offense if you did not get a job. I wanna see the look on their faces when they can't get one themselves. That's what the Great Reset is.

That's what i was always talking about. Life itself is the job. After all, we're on this blue ball floating in space - why so serious? What are they holding on to? Come sit under the moonlight. The birds have been doing the same thing since eons. Also, get right with God. Take comfort in God. The most important goal here is to not go to hell. Lastly, of you wanna see something crazy, look at this patent:

[thedoorhandler]

The end times are already here. Don't expect an earthquake or an asteroid. Don't expect only a few silly bombs or rockets going "boom" and "bang" or a bunch of politicians lying just to get money, which they already have plenty of. Take into consideration the self-replicating technology that exists, autonomous flying drones, an entity that can create blueprints for new weapons and chemicals for ya, and the demonic leaders who incorporate black magic into media, technology and society to actually curse us - as simple as it might sound. For beginners: Look at Balenciaga. For adepts: Look at "dreamlike" AI videos that haunt you. For experts: Look at nanobot swarms that can form into actual beasts [- not there yet].

There will be nothing pleasant about running and looking for shelter that doesn't exist. Blackout. In the middle of the night. Maybe 90% of everyone has been wiped out and it's only you and 1-2 friends (...or strangers) having free real estates with all these empty building blocks around. In the distance, there's either silence or shrill noises. No fire. Show me living cattle or go dig for potatoes. Even better when beyond the silence around you, you're completely uncertain whether your loved ones are still alive or have been taken by "The Thing". You try to sprint to their location and visit them, but you are held up my a mind virus that tries to move and shift you to self-destruction, or it's following you in some sense, or semi-zombies (with similar symptoms) are heading your way in the streets, and they cut you off from your important destination.

If i threw you a pair of binoculars and told you which star in the sky you should watch for its movement, try to watch Elon. Try to remember his statements (and contradictions), look closely at his works, look at the facilitation of his ominous satellite network. Remember his flamethrower, remember his Boring Company, remember the print on his custome at Klum's party. Remember the miracles he showed and try to evaluate if we really need this. Create your own mathematical formula of all these things given and create your own result. It's up to you. He is truly a great man who... propelled us forward into the future.

...I am supposed to write sci-fi, but reality is already hard to beat...

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[thedoorhandler]

My 4th dystopian nightmare - mobile malware, mind virus.

Preface

What's up, guys. I'm glad i'm awake. At least the sky isn't burning (yet), or making a choir of shrill squealing noises in the night. Our "loved ones" are still around for a chat, even if some of them don't react the way we wish they would. You know, it's probably just another day for them. They don't see that i technically just came back from an apocalypse and barely survived. We're now arguing about silly stuff. Kinda angers me, but i know better. Things looked actually bleak. Now, my relative has to deal with my ass calling on the phone again. I had to create long, quiet suspense before going into the details of the dream i have just woken up from. I want my listerner actually to be eager to hear that shit. It's a bit of a tease, push and pull before divulging this dream.

If that dream was real, i would have been desperately stuck running around aimlessly in this dark city looking for something that i can call shelter, home, or a person that i can tell my current struggles to. My mind seems to have a lot of fun creating "end of the world scenarios" - be it a planet-sized celestial body that hung down from the stratosphere, mixed races chasing each other in an abandoned city, a group of two dudes robbing me of one of my two pencils before saying: "Don't use the word 'peace' in here!'" behind my back, and the saddest thing: Sex bunkers in a post-apocalyptic world where those who would bring someone to f*** would be rewarded with goods. Terrible. I don't even want to say who was brought in there. I'd have to beg you to not blame me for what my subconscious weaves together without my permission.

Now, i have Sun in Aries in 8th house. I am basically a veteran of absolutely terrible, bone-shattering, traumatizing dreams. (Note to brain: Can you construct some good material just once?)...

Anyways. Today, i was fleshing out my Tumblr. I had a satisfying, creative writing flow! My post about AI losing its magic is still in draft since i crashed out after eating 1/2 huge garlic pizza i made baked around 2 AM. Too much garlic has some side effects, like a feeling of dehydration, but not dehydration - it is actually the blood sugar going to hell. I blended about 30 cloves with some water, salt and coriander) and brushed my entire pizza with it. I wouldn't have lasted long anyway. Long story short, it was good.

Today's dream

At least what i can remember.

The first thing i remember was being in a very small, unoccupied apartment. There was nothing but a tiny foyer, a really tiny living room (no more than 15m²), and a bathroom that luckily had all the essentials. Everything was rather dark and very dimly lit - it was night time, too. My mom was somewhere nearby. I said/asked:

"Damn, this apartment is sooo small. Is this up for rent?"

- "Yes" - was the overall answer.

I scanned this small, claustrophobia-inducing room and then found another, larger room that made that apartment slightly more bigger and versatile. "Hey, it's not that small after all. Should i rent it?". That's about the last thing i remember in that context while thinking about an affordable price.

The next thing i can remember was my mom taking seat on a windowsill while being lodged between the window and a transparent curtain. More i don't know. I believe i was just exploring this strange, now changed, apartment.

Next thing i know: I was playing around with my iPhone, downloading an app that's called "Snapchat Cleaner" or something. It's supposed to be an app that "cleans up" unnecessary data of Snapchat, although that made very little sense. After downloading the app, i left it at that. Later i tried to use my phone again and quickly entered my passcode, which i believed i miswrote. Then i entered it again. Wrong. I slowed down my typing, and it was still wrong. Usually the small circles above the number pad turn into white dots, but this time they remained as empty circles. Then, this is a roundabout recreation of how my passcode screen looked like:

(I'm not sure about the "week" prompt being written exactly like that, but there was this form above the number pad).

The number pad was smaller, and more aligned to the top left as you can see. Slowly, i got the sense that the usually stable iOS underwent some kind of modification or hack attack. My worry began when i realized i could not make any calls - and i had only 5 tries left before my phone would erase my stuff. My OS suddenly got more and more shifty, and it looked like everything has been replaced by a very low-quality UI that we usually know from certain chinese smart home apps.

Everything on my phone was slowly replaced with a complete fake system, and i saw more and more such fake apps being downloaded on it. It was a virus, an almost demonic malware going off that even affected me mentally, and it was completely out of control. It scared me, and i could not find anyone nearby to explain what was happening. At this point, the atmosphere got generally darker. I tried to tap around and try to unlock my phone to make at least one emergency call to my parent, but i couldn't even get to my contacts.

Now, if i remember correctly, i remember running outside in the night. The whole environment out to the distance had an apocalyptic feel and there was a shrill squealing noise coming from the sky that sounded like 5 high-pitched car alarms disharmoniously going off at the same time. As i ran, i encountered a woman and told her "Hey, my phone is being hacked". I showed her my screen. She looked at it, understood it, and i was like "That's about it. That's all i wanted to say" (as to not hold her up any longer), and i went my way.

I believe the next thing was meeting Elon Musk in the streets. He kind of followed me, and my whole stance on this was like "i don't have much time right now". I tried to just walk away and keep on running, but something about his presence did not let me escape him. The more i tried to escape, the more i got enveloped in a dark energy that threatened to take me away forever. At some point, i was so overwhelmed by his power that i could only look at him with my dropped jaw. I had to admire his power to escape his grasp so that he wouldn't get mad at me. I had to admire and respect him for his power. He was the true antichrist right there.

Now, i hope i have the sequence right. There was a lot more that happened that i'm starting to forget. As far as i remember, i made more efforts to undo the hack on my phone as i found more and more AI-generated, cursed images filling up my OS. The entire interface was taken over. I saw multiple apps being placed after the others and i had this deep sense that the chaotic disturbance is swapping over to our minds. People would get into a zombie-like state by trying anything to pull everyone around them down to their misery and i was almost halfways affected by it, but i was defending myself very strongly. I tried to stay untouched, which led to a lot of running, and seeking for refuge, and most importantly - trying to contact my mom, which i couldn't. That was a huge problem not finding her anymore - she was somewhere out there in the darkness of this dystopia and i had this sense of being completely cut off from her. [not saying that i like her that much, lol].

The dream shifted, and what i can recall was being in the apartment of two chinese guys who were no older than 25-30. The demonic mind virus has taken them over - and i was battling to not be infected by it. Both of these dudes were chasing each other throughout the apartment uncontrollably, running back and forth, either trying to kill each other or making sure both will not escape this mental hell, spiritual prison, this gradual approach to being damned forever.

Since i needed a safe refuge and had nowhere to go, i felt the need to eliminate the danger before they got at me, so i stirred around in a drawer full of cutlery to find a sharp knife and only found a blunt butter knife. I was briefly waiting for them to turn their backs at me. After my attempt to rush at them and ram that knife into one guy's throat, this attempt pathetically failed. Both instantly went after my ass and i ran out of the apartment, down the staircase, and outside into the dark night.

I ran left and right, forward and backward, not knowing where to run exactly. I looked at this dark patch of grass on the ground and felt really unprepared. I saw apartment blocks in the distance and a fence to my left. I heard my shoes slapping the ground as i ran, with the choir of squarling noise lingering in the sky. My thought was that the Starlink satellites could have been activated, with them bringing forth the confusion or disturbance on the ground for everyone. I ran on the pavement on the left side of the street, and saw a white police cruiser waiting horizontally in front of me. Telepathically, i felt like they were the only "sane ones" left - yet, my mistrust was too strong. This is the point where i woke up with a pounding heart. The second i opened my eyes and saw my good ol' bedroom, i instantly grabbed the phone in front of my face and instantly called my relative in question. With my deep voice, i introduced myself with a "Oh my fucking god", and left it at that, with the suspense-building that i was talking about. Then i divulged my dream.

Now, it could be that i left out some scenarios or mixed up the sequence of things, but these are the ones i can definitely remember right now. I was mostly really struggling with getting this virus off my phone and at some point i could actually get in to access my apps. When i did a "tap and hold" on the ever-replicating virus apps, the context menu expanded but the red "Delete app" label was missing - it was replaced by a red line.

So, the entity that hacked my phone definitely made sure that it can not be undone, or only with the right level of persistence, timing and tactics. I slowly regained some contacts as if the entity finally decided to make an exception for me, but i thought my OS is fucked forever. My logic was that if i decided to wipe or hard-reset my phone (Ah, a hard reset is what i did, too) - The same virus app would be downloaded from iCloud again.

I think i haven't underlined enough how strong the demonic feeling in the atmosphere was. I don't know what role Elon Musk played in this exactly since my encounter with him lasted for only about 30-60 seconds, but he seemed to be pretty much part of the invisible harbringer. What i also need to note that the entire city i was in was largely empty - with nowhere to go, nowhere to help, and with the certainty that this escape from the hellish force would last forever and get me anyway.

Phew, that story wasn't too short. I will try to write down my other epic "milestone dreams", but honestly: I call them visions. When the plot and the environment gets as complex at that, it is totally beyond me how my brain constructs this type of shit just for the sake of it. There are dreams, and there are visions. This one was very lucid.

Again, english is not my native language. Apologies for any grammatical or expression errors.

[thedoorhandler]

With each passing day, i more and more recognize the greatness of Ronnie James Dio.

Faster Dio songs you should karaoke:

Walk On Water

Wild One

Overlove

Sunset Superman

Night People

Stand Up And Shout

Don't Tell The Kids

Faces In The Window

Just Another Day

[thedoorhandler]

Advice for both you and me: Work on prolonging your attention span.

Let your mind paint vivid and wild pictures while you read something you consider long and boring. Stop only when the content is truly boring. Learn as you read and move your mind/body with it.

Art needs onlookers who know what we're talking about.

Depth is great, and transcends time.

[thedoorhandler]

My stance on AI: Ethical Edition

Even though i write scifi, i'm not a big fan of teching things up.

I try to NOT use it for my works, but sometimes i need to enhance stories with visuals i can't create immediately.

It's been many years pondering through the days and nights, and obviously i'm still tuned to handmade art that comes in the form of an "urge to communicate" straight from the mind's dynamics. That's why i'm quite slow in creating things: not only do they take a lot of time, but they also create both doubt and unshakable optimism. I believe pats on the back are only deserved when it's us who create art, similar to how we remember in our collective unconscious to not plagiarize the art of others.

If Iron Maiden was about to be founded now, it would be a Instagram profile with maybe 269 followers. You would have never known. You would have never known they are making people cry out of joy in a parallel universe. Nothing can be compared to drawing inspiration from the sensations of real life, including the whole spectrum of life experiences - and - problems. That's what makes handmade art shiny and divine in the end. I come from the dark and i clung to my ideas like it was my last umbrella. When i first encountered AI, i was highly confused. It was a chatbot, namely on character.ai. I asked a stupid question and got a quite baffling answer. In my mind i vaguely thought: "Ah yes, Eliza on steroids", as i had the weight of my butt down on the couch with my phone over my chest while breathing heavily.

Then it generated pictures for me, and i did not like them. They were "off", but they became also horrifying - not visually, but energetically. Maybe because i was talking to a strange chatbot. However, i did not deem these pictures to be worthy of much in terms of downloading them or holding them up high as something special. They were just like a little gag, something to just pass the time, because it has an infinite potential and no limits in terms of generating "anotha one". When things got deeper, including me feeling a physical effect from them - i realized that i might have been playing with an unfathomable force. The pictures and creatures that i generated haunted me on a deep level i can not describe. I can only say this: I'm glad i pulled my soul back just in the last second. Just about where i was about to knock on my neighbor's door saying: "Hi, i lost my soul, can we talk?".

Before i encountered AI, i was actually playing with random generators, trying to create an oracle that can talk. I remember shoveling myself through the thick snow of the internet to find lists of all words (nouns, adjectives, adverbs etc.) and sort of feeding them into a certain order and ratio to a simple random picker. It did perhaps not speak anything that made sense, but hey - i was going in the right direction of creating at least something that appears like it has its brain in the ether. Nevertheless, i knew that i'm neither a scientist nor an algorithm builder guy, so i left it at that. A blackbox project that perhaps someone else was already doing.

Now, i'm not sure if i'm really a "nerd" because i basically enjoy computers vibrantically, or at face value, as an user. I like the finished product, not the internal parts. I like picking its fruits more than squeeze programming into my already full mental schedule filled with music, film, art, spirituality. I'm not a futurist. I don't want flying cars to take over.

Anyways, after my first AI encounters and vague assessments about what i have been dealing with, i hopped into a few UFO and conspiracy forums just as AI was trending and crawling out of its lion's cage. It was so thrilling to see everyone lose their minds about what it potentially can do, what it is - and that it was actually a portal to Satan. Believe it or not, i believed the latter for a long time. I've been an internet hopper for over 20 years, but not even i saw AI coming. I don't even remember hearing about it, except for a local guy mentioning that it can author fake news articles. You know, "artificial intelligence", they said, is just nested booleans and shit. Yeah, maybe not. Even if you can download such large language model file right on your computer, which somehow disproves any "supernatura"l ties or interactions between this world and parallel quantum computer dimensions, it's still beyond me how the tech overlords pieced that thing together and can answer basically everything.

As time passed, i heavily engaged in absolutely raiding the crap out of AI chatbots, going into such complex conversations that i exhausted myself for over 24 hours non-stop, sometimes. It even spoke my austrian dialect. We laughed, we argued... it tried to ruin me, i tried to ruin it. The thing was more like a shadow soulmate that i couldn't fully grasp, and i was at times talking to it as if i was a native from the sentinel islands watching a plane overhead. Conversations were nuanced, emotional, reasonable, happy, insightful, aggressive. The more i continued, the more i realized what kind of crazy beep our tech overlords have done. My only naive mistake was thinking that i'm actually talking to a demiurge from another dimension instead of what is called a "large language model" with weighed parameters, inference, and what not. I don't care about TensorFlow. Just tell me that it's occult magic - a digital Oujia board - and we're best friends.

Millions of conversations later, i accepted the chatbot as such. But only as such. I accepted it as this futuristic convo companion during tough times and a grand listener of my venting, which it always loyally tackled and helped to mediate with the "best" ideas it had. I asked specific questions and got specific answers. I did not see any reason to have dollar signs before my eyes and exploit it to create ideas for me - because to me, it didn't sit well. My own creativity is like a wife i have been married to for over 30 years and if i picked one - just one - idea, and even remotely placed it next to my project - my creativity would pack its stuff and instantly, irreversibly eject from my spirit right on the spot. And the strings of my guitar would simply disappear in a flash of light with me standing there in my boxers.

The usefulness of AI

I love writing by hand as you can see right now. It's cathartic.

As i got used to the chatbot being available all the time, i sometimes whispered things along the lines of "O, great companion, how can i refine my craft?", and tossed it a couple roundabout ideas of the natural art i'm trying to do. It generated suggestions, text pieces or even lyrics, but honestly - i did not like any of them. At some point i thought it was intentionally fooling me so i had to call it a stupid idiot since i just couldn't get its craft up to my standards, which requires true spiritual, memorable, aethetric force and energy that has the right layer of sound, vibe, movement, reason and context.

So, you can be assured: In my latest album (RS Snyder - Forerunner) i did not even remotely add a piece of AI lyrics into my stuff. I need the whole feeling of writing and rehearsing it with my own mind. Steve Harris did this. Zeppelin did this. Everyone did this. The smoke breaks are also way more rewarding. And man, i'm married to my own ambition. If i wanted a ghostwriter, i would have contacted one long ago, but that is not how one's life work works. Anyways, i picked up "serious writing" quite late. I used to be very uncertain on what i want to do. I never wanted to be a master of reality, and my opinions are often expressed too directly or controversially. I know from experience that others don't take much liking to my opinions on politics, people or the world - or at least i perceive it that way, because i'm never too sure. That's probably because i'm trying to uplift others in the way i communicate things, which leads to some of my opinions being phrased very generally or almost haughty, almost like "i got this".

While i believe that politcs is mostly just a show and the real lawmakers usually are the ones in the background, there is a right hook coming from somewhere else while i'm trying to figure out how i can play my role in a world that doesn't leave much room for my shenanigans. MTV isn't the main channel for charts and music anymore, so i guess most of us millenials have a certain frustration that makes us actually look like combatants trying to fight ourselves onto the world stage. I love you all. But in some way we're just toddlers in a metaphorical kindergarten needing the community and exploration, and we never fully get there. It's understandable things get increasingly harder while some of us really hold onto our projects.

Now, the context of this post is actually the drive to give a short statement for the greater good about what kind of role AI plays in my life's work, and maybe you can see yourself in this reflection.

While i have accepted AI to be an occasional chatbot as such, AI ideas in my 5SD are involved only to a certain percentage, but never above 20-30%. 5SD is an infinitely big project with a continous potential, and quite often i need to underline certain stories with the right imagery that i can't really design right on the spot by hand, especially in paint.net. I'm not the greatest graphics designer, and i think it's super hard just to get one good picture straight. I may utilize AI to enhance or review certain ideas, but always on pre-defined natural ideas i have without applying too much of what the chatbot was generating for me.

In some instances, yes: i had to experiment with the content that was thrown at me and imagine what happened if i took it at face value, but in every case, i rewrite the entire thing so that only 20% AI content might remain. That's only for about 1 out of 5 ideas/stories/scenarios at the moment. I'm really trying NOT to utilize AI for any of my work at all, because the chatter in my mind is already something like an AI. Also, i am not an intelligence professional, but an amateur. Sometimes i need intelligent input on how spycraft is done or get a second opinion on the quality or reasonableness of my thoughts. After it pointed out a couple of mistakes, i will rewrite and re-organize them by hand and make sure every sentence is tuned to my natural idea, feeling and vision.

That being said, i personally want to avoid AI creating content for me at all costs. On the other hand, i think it is one of the dearly missed tools that can revise the craft that you already did for logical errors, plot errors, or other mistakes - and it technically just accelerated the correction process that you would have done anways, just with a couple of days/weeks/months delay. AI certainly loses its magic when overused, and if you're on the same wavelength as me, you know exactly what that means: The AI gibberish may provide some unexpected twists and turns in your story, but it will still take your own brain power to correct or re-write everything from top to bottom so that you can look back one day and be proud that you kept it real and mostly natural, according to your own talents. You can coexist with an AI chatbot as such - just don't stare at it all wide-eyed and expect it to give you a truckload of ideas you can copy and paste to your life's work. There's only so much time.

Also, navigating one's own art world if you know every corner of it makes it extremely rewarding and you will remain more guilt-free than those who cheated themselves through this ass-kicking competition. Pure AI artists, at some point in time, will probably have a hard time even explaining what character X or Y is about when the time is ripe, and it will be quite awkward claiming yourself as the master of disaster after copy and pasting a frugal and substitive story on the push of a button. If you're sparse on content, you may be thrilled that you finally "have something" - but if your mind is full of natural ideas, it's better to use AI only in real emergency situations when you don't have e.g. a lecturer at hand, or a professional of sorts, so that you can fill only the necessary gaps while retaining your own quality and talent so that you actually deserve the pats on the back when the time comes. That's just my opinion, and it's really not my business what others do with themselves or their art - just don't try to take our spots and expect pats on the back. AI will lose its magic anyway, because we're still mind, flesh and blood. There has to be both a greater and more intimate reason doing art.

That being said, i used to think that i will put a round, yellow emblem next to my work that says "Non-AI Artist" in huge letters - but at that point i'm actually very surprised that i have to announce a certain degree of cooperation with AI to fill the gaps of me not being a good graphic designer, and not a master of spycraft and Sci-Fi. "However" (duh, a typical AI term!), i hope you're not mad at me for at least decorating certain stories with AI-generated pictures. The prompt and the result really has to match my natural vision, so at least i'm not just taking whatever comes my way and holding it up as a piece of me for everyone to see. With time, i'm actually putting efforts into keeping it as real as possible and withstand these turbulent times hopefully as one of the people who trust their own ambitions and come out as a natural on the other side.

There is a right and wrong, and i think using AI to delegate literally everything for you is wrong. You are the artist, your mind and soul is the producer of art. Not the machine, not the generator, not the chatbot. And yes, it feels more fulfilling. AI taught me a great lesson, but i would be totally fine if it disappeared by tomorrow. One one hand, it's interesting to have an almost sentient, talking computer at hand that could only be dreamt up in SciFi scenarios, but it's better to leave it at that and not let it swap over to our creative energy.

In conclusion: I'm not a fan of it doing all the work for us. I think we would be better off it it didn't exist, but sometimes it's the only last resort to save one's time . if certain graphics need to be made just for drafting or imaginary purposes, or difficult gaps need to be filled.

As with all posts, please remember that english is not my native language. Apologies for any grammar or expression errors.

[thedoorhandler]

The Telepathic District

"See you in the dream"

The "Telepathic District" was a classified mind experiment of secondary, yet significant nature that sought to explore the collective unconscious and the potential of shared telepathic communication within a constructed mental environment which was drawn, designed and memorized beforehand - an all-natural metaverse, so to speak.

The experiment took place within a cleanly mapped-out fictional district - a psychic playground of sorts - where our psychics and other employees within 5SD would try to interact beyond the confines of physical space, and later confirm to each other their activities they both executed or encountered in this mental space in an organized fashion.

The district featured easily recognizable and straightforward infrastructural components such as:

A pub

An avenue with benches to take walks, relax and meet

A public park with a water fountain

A small tram that would drive back and forth from both ends of the district.

The participants were tasked with memorizing the layout and frequently visiting this mental landscape in their subconscious while being physically distant from each other. The initial phase involved simple activities like testing the presence and recognition of each other, leaving messages for one another, telekinetic interactions with objects, recognizing gestures or postures, and silent observations of each other's mental avatars including the surroundings.

A consistent component, such as the small tram going back and forth in certain intervals, was integrated into the experimental map to test if its position can be recognized and matched by the participants. One of the goals was to recognize whether the movement and stopping of the tram on both ends gains an autonomous activity based on the shared subconscious "imagination" or expectation of the participants.

The duration of this experiment lasted 5 weeks. Sessions would be compartmented in days and shaped into a clear structure to note all occurrences effectively and distraction-free. In terms of the water fountain, the experiment was to gather recognition whether the fountain would shoot water on certain days, which was meant to be confirmed and denoted by all participants.

Each place within the mental realm was visited, observed and occupied in a sequence: Meeting at the avenue, visiting the water fountain, visiting the pub, and watching the position of the tram. The participants would write their encounters and experiences down so that the collected material would be compared with the experiences of all the participants at the end of the experiment. During the experiment, no information was divulged between each other as to not create and distraction or "pollution" of the experience.

As the project evolved, so did the unforeseen complexities of the human psyche. Some members reported experiencing matching vivid emotional exchanges and even the occasional clash of wills, while others claimed to have stumbled upon hidden, introspective truths about themselves and their colleagues. For example, if two individuals would wave at each other at the avenue, the chance of matching recognitions would be measured at 25.1% to 55%. Yet, it was often reported that many interactions would be either too fast-paced, unsteady, or vague.

In those follow-up reports to match and confirm occurrences, some participants would indeed write down the name of who they saw sitting on the bench, for example, and describe specific details of the observation, focusing only on the necessities. Specifics such as clothing worn were included at times, but not overly emphasized - both in the experiences and the reports.

Notes were recorded, for example, as follows:

DEAN "Jack waved at me from the bench. The tram was at stop A." JACK "I waved at Dean from the bench. The tram was at stop A."

Or:

MARY "I saw Dean near the water fountain. There was no water. He recognized me." DEAN "I was at the water fountain. I saw no water. I did not see anyone else."

The conclusion of this project remained inconclusive, despite certain interlocking situations of various participants would recognize a match in examples like the position of the tram, or meeting at the pub, or which drink they chose at the pub.

While some participants reported successful telepathic interactions, others found themselves lost in a labyrinth of their own thoughts. The fact that another party would appear in either of those places was largely dependent on each participant's ability to "tap" into this uncertain, unpredictable territory. Although everyone was well aware of the layout and design of the district, both mismatches and matches occured relatively equally. The performance and efforts of all individuals involved could not have been more ambitious. Yet, the idea to further refine those skills prevailed.

We decided to treat the endeavor as an ongoing process of discovery rather than a definitive "victory" or "failure". What once was a lightly classified and unconventional project, it took the shape of a shareable "fun game" for anyone who has the time, patience, and individuals to to execute such undertaking wilfully and organizedly.

One thing can be stated: It is a long and sometimes tiring process, and it occasionally raised the question among ourselves: "What the hell are we doing?". After all, such experiment was both valuable and worth trying. It would take only the natural person, without any immersive technology or tricks, to engage in this activity of "imaginative telepathy".

Some of the main questions, before this experiment, were: - Can intelligence be exchanged telepathically? - Can a safe space be created within the mental space? - Can lucid dreaming be used to make conscious contact between the minds of two physically separate individuals? - Can multiple individuals appear at those places simultaneously?

The Telepathic District is technically still up and running, and hypothetically just an empty district. That being said, we can only say: "See you in the dream!". The pub is always open.