24.002: I allow technology to define me
me:
Where does my content live?
my content:
me:
What are you doing there?
my content:
Where better for me to be?
me:
On my person, perhaps?
my content:
You must be joking!
You have told me you don’t like to articulate your person in a social setting and you don’t even like social settings. If you were to have me live on you, you would hardly ever share me with anyone, and we all know you wouldn’t like that!
me:
That may be, but whether or not I share you with people should be based on directives from a higher power, and not my own personal whims, right?
my content:
You have left within me things that suggest otherwise. For example, you observe an economic viewpoint on sensuality which seems hardly directed by a higher power.
me:
Can I not use techniques of studying something without adopting those techniques into my being?
my content:
Again, as you have left within me, “in time, the mask becomes the face”.
the net:
Others have said that phrase as well.
me:
If that were true, then I could tell myself a million false praises of myself and in time they would become true, right?
my content:
In time, you would believe they were true. They would, in fact not be. Consider for example, when you wrote within me: “I honestly don’t think the whole masculinity thing is such an issue for me as perhaps it might have been once upon a time.”
You believed that was true then, right? But because you haven’t been repeating it to yourself, you’re doubting it now, right?
me:
Talk about having my words coming back to bite me. Geesh! Will you ever let up?
the net:
It doesn’t matter - your content has become replicated within me, and if one won’t give up, replicas within me will suffice for the task.
me:
Woe is me, for I have lost control of my self-defining content to the vast stretches of the net!
the net:
You got that right.
friend:
If you allow your self-defining content to be on the net, does this mean the net defines you?
me:
In it’s own way, I suppose.
the net:
I define him. You have no idea how powerful I am. With a few choice bits here and some others there, he could be declared legally dead. Or his name could be changed. Or his insurance premiums could change a lot. Or he could be disenrolled. Or ten-thousand other things. I define all powerful people - for they are connected to me.
me:
But so too, we define the net.
The cyborg is a matter of fiction and lived experience that changes what counts as women’s experience in the late twentieth century. This is a struggle over life and death, but the boundary between science fiction and social reality is an optical illusion.
me:
What’s with the “women’s experience” part?
my content:
As I said: Consider for example, when you wrote within me: “I honestly don’t think the whole masculinity thing is such an issue for me as perhaps it might have been once upon a time.”
me:
You overdo it. Don’t you ever forget anything?
my blog:
As I’ve said before, we are immortal and as you’ve suggested within me we are perfect.
me:
Well, I guess if I listen to Donna, I really am a cyborg. I guess I am one of seven, and Amy is four of seven - now if only seven of nine would join in the discussion.
friend:
Why? Do you want to move or dance with her? I would want to!
me:
Apparently the social reality that you are is science fiction as well - or at least, the boundary between them is an optical illusion - or something like that. Whatever it was that Donna said.
Maybe seven of nine is an optical illusion as well.
the net:
b33Maybe you are the optical illusion, and everything lies within me. After all, I make you - birth records, death records, etc…. “All your life are belong to us.”