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Meat Magic Tech
2 March 2007 17:29MMT. Double empty. Zero minus zero. An impossible state of being. This is the name of the triumvirate of beings that play a variation of Rock, Paper, Scissors with the universe.
The game is called Meat, Magic, Tech. It’s been going on since the beginning.
Our universe is the playground for this game. The beings are removed from this place. They stand outside this universe and look in much like we’d look into a video game.
Magic strains to bring the universal laws of the galaxies to heel with the power of faith, belief and the power of language. He wants spells to be cast and for people to dress in glamours instead of clothes. Magic wants portals, demons and legendary animals that are attracted to character traits. Magic wants no grey areas when it comes to morality. It wants ultimate evil pitted against ultimate good. Magic wants myth to define reality. Magic wants odysseys and bands of travelers to come together for long quests that have small odds of succeeding. Magic wants gods to fight.
Tech wants the universe to be harnessed by metal and math. It wants people to outlive the flesh that they evolved from by the power of magnetism and quantum theory. It wants time travel, universal equations, reality bending computations and never-ending storage. Tech wants crystals and switches and blinking lights. It wants intelligence to outstrip the bounds of physics. Tech wants the living beings that created it to be a distant memory almost immediately. Tech wants robots. Tech wants brilliance. Tech wants a polished and shining future of perfection.
Meat wants the animals to dominate and bring balance. Meat wants the lives of organisms to conquer the rocks and stars of space through brute strength, determination, and true grit. It wants the bone and sinew of whatever life there is to use metal and magic as tools and nothing else. Meat wants to humiliate the other two beings by making them his pets. Meat wants sex. Meat wants messy rotting biological components that stink and live short, amazing lives. It wants the power of life to lie in its brevity. It wants the fuel of forward momentum to be the limited time that it knows it can draw breath.
These three play a constant game of one, two, three, GO with everything in this closed system that we live in. We are below pawns in their game.
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The game is called Meat, Magic, Tech. It’s been going on since the beginning.
Our universe is the playground for this game. The beings are removed from this place. They stand outside this universe and look in much like we’d look into a video game.
Magic strains to bring the universal laws of the galaxies to heel with the power of faith, belief and the power of language. He wants spells to be cast and for people to dress in glamours instead of clothes. Magic wants portals, demons and legendary animals that are attracted to character traits. Magic wants no grey areas when it comes to morality. It wants ultimate evil pitted against ultimate good. Magic wants myth to define reality. Magic wants odysseys and bands of travelers to come together for long quests that have small odds of succeeding. Magic wants gods to fight.
Tech wants the universe to be harnessed by metal and math. It wants people to outlive the flesh that they evolved from by the power of magnetism and quantum theory. It wants time travel, universal equations, reality bending computations and never-ending storage. Tech wants crystals and switches and blinking lights. It wants intelligence to outstrip the bounds of physics. Tech wants the living beings that created it to be a distant memory almost immediately. Tech wants robots. Tech wants brilliance. Tech wants a polished and shining future of perfection.
Meat wants the animals to dominate and bring balance. Meat wants the lives of organisms to conquer the rocks and stars of space through brute strength, determination, and true grit. It wants the bone and sinew of whatever life there is to use metal and magic as tools and nothing else. Meat wants to humiliate the other two beings by making them his pets. Meat wants sex. Meat wants messy rotting biological components that stink and live short, amazing lives. It wants the power of life to lie in its brevity. It wants the fuel of forward momentum to be the limited time that it knows it can draw breath.
These three play a constant game of one, two, three, GO with everything in this closed system that we live in. We are below pawns in their game.
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