#1 12-10-14 21:20

donsoze
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JP Journal(s)

Let's use this thread as a running archive of JP's journal entries. This is somewhat redundant with LZC's spreadsheet, but I think this format is a little more readable, and it gives us flexibility to collect journal entries that show up outside 8-symbol structure.

I'll put in every entry I'm aware of and then maintain this post. If you'd like me to add a new entry, please make a post including the number, text, and the URL where it was found.

00
http://speculat1on.net/

It was a bright cold day in April,
and the clocks were striking eight.

Next, noumenon of my nightmares, fire of my wall.

I am an invisible thing.

eXchange was spiteful.

The sky above the north tower was the color of a reticle,
projected onto a dead world.

I am a sick man...I am a derivative man.

It will be like so, but won’t be.

Call me JP.

--

Beginnings are impossible. Shows how much good comes from a B.A. in English. If they found this verbal vomit, this defense mechanism, this journal, they’d take away my psychopersuasion degree. I’ll hide it good. I’ll split it into 64 bits. I’ll secret away these pieces. These shards. These fragments. Packages, packets, protocols. All my protected perversions. Risky business. I’ll have to encrypt each one. Strands of hair across their covers. My hair-triggers. Winston’s diary. I’ll know exactly when and where they're finally found. But no one will find them all. If I’m lucky, even I’ll forget about some of the hidey-holes, the cracks, the interstices.

01
http://speculat1on.net/1ONE/

Finally, it's all bubbled to the surface. It’s clear what I have to do. I have my meaning. My next project. In my adolescence, eXchange planted the seeds. Years later, MetaCorp’s emergence was the sign for which I didn’t even know I was waiting. Now. Next.

02
http://speculat1on.net/2TWO/

We hold these truths to be self-evident. I wanted to be a hacker. I wanted to be a novelist. I learned to program and to write. I became an investment banker. I still want to create.

03
http://speculat1on.net/3THREE/

Math doesn’t map the world; it shapes it. Algo trading creates a spectral truth. Wall
Street physicists cast their spells. Investment bankers are the sorcerers of the BR era.
Marx had it right. Capital is a shitty wizard, some Mickey Mouse who is no longer able to
control all the brooms and buckets he’s summoned.

And now Mickey does math. Magical math mobilizing derivative demons. It opens a portal
into a world of algorithms that whisper to each other. A precarious system driven by
greed that exceeds control or explanation. Brooms and buckets have become bits and bytes.

I am a byte in that system.

Call me JP.

04
http://speculat1on.net/4FOUR/

I can see it so clearly now.

Eva is beautiful. Sublime. Subliminal. She remains utterly elegant somehow, even in that
unforgiving south tower. She seems important in ways I can’t even begin to grasp.

How else would I survive the endless grind? Amidst the drudgery, I have my next project.
And Eva.

05
http://speculat1on.net/5FIVE/

From: JP
To: Them

Subject: The Game Begins

If you’re reading this text, you must have found at least one of my secrets. Dig deep and
there’s bound to be some dirt. Isn’t there always? I've hidden exactly 64 kernels of
black gold. 64 pounds of fossilized flesh. 64 encoded corpses--bodies of some other self,
from some other time. 64 black holes collapsing under the weight and heat of these .ret
servers and MetaCore circuitry.

And you. If you’ve found this page and then undermined these securities, you must be one
of Them. Or one of those, what do you call them, something something Vengeance Agents. Or
some kind of data miner. Granted, you’ve probably only found one part of the pattern.
You’ll have to dig much deeper than this site. Some archeology is required to data log
and strip mine for those 64 samples of my own speculation.

Though I may be, you won't be sorry you found me.

06
http://speculat1on.net/6SIX/

Working with old SNL eps running. A streaming marathon. Historical humor doesn’t always
translate but it’ll work for background noise. A past that no one remembers. Ensembles of
ghosts. Fey playing some political boobie named Palin. Kristen Wiig as some politician
named Nancy Pelosi in a skit about a time machine and a confused George Washington (sans
Martha). Later a skit about a bitter pilot who flew Sullenberger's plane (no idea).
A weekend update featuring Greenspan (now him I know) testifying in the other Washington
that he had no idea the 2008 financial crisis was coming. Then the Colin Firth episode
(loved Trauma but not all of those old costume dramas). A skit about The Californians
wasn’t bad. Then, it’s too late for SNL even. Too exhausted to follow more than a few
seconds at a time. Still can’t sleep. Not ever. It's all backwards.

07
http://speculat1on.net/7SEVEN/

What’s “Next”? A question of seduction, seriality, narrative, gameplay, technology.

08
http://speculat1on.net/8EIGHT/

What happened? What really happened? <STRIKE>What really happened at 8 BR?</STRIKE>

09
http://speculat1on.net/1ONEPRCNT/

The only detail I have from that old forum is a name. Not even sure what kind of entity
it was: living, dead, or something in between. A boundary form. A virus. Like that
Gessler code from way back when. What was its name? Not Eva, but something like that.
Something Eva might have been using at MetaCorp. Evolution is a funny thing. It's hard
to sort out those family trees. Who would have guessed that some rinky-dink executable
from before B.R. 12 would form such an important part of the MetaCorp plutonomy.

That's why I need a dev plan.

10
http://speculat1on.net/2NEUROFTR/

Finally, a dev plan:

              .----------/ |<=== floppy disk
             /           | |
            /           /| |          _________
           /           / | |         | .-----. |
          /___________/ /| |         |=|     |-|
         [____________]/ | |         |~|_____|~|
         |       ___  |  | |         '-|     |-'
         |      /  _) |  | |           |.....|
function ======>|.'   |  | |           |     |<=== application
  key    |            |  | |    input  |.....|       software
         |            |  | |            `--._|
  main =>|            |  | |      |                 de-bugging   ||
 storage |            |  | ;______|_________________   tool ====>||
         |            |  |.' ____\|/_______________ `.           ||
         |            | /|  (______________________)  )<== user  ||
         |____________|/ \___________________________/  interface||
         '--||----: `'''''.__                      |             ||
            || jgs `""";"""-.'-._ <== normal flow  |    central  ||
            ||         |     `-. `'._of operation /<== processing||
            ||         |        `\   '-.         /       unit    ||
  surge     ().-.      |         |      :      /`                ||
control ==>(_((X))     |      .-.       : <======= output        ||
 device       '-'      \     |   \      ;     /_________       .-''-.
                        `\  \|/   '-..-'      |   /_\  /|     /______\
                         /`-.____             |       / /      [____]
                        / _     /_____________| _    / /_
          peripherals ==>/_\___________________/_\__/ /~ )__
            (hardware) |____________________________|/  ~   ) |\\\ ///|
                                            (__~  ~     ~(~~` | \\V// |
          overflow (input/output error) ===> (_~_  ~  ~_ `)   |  |~|  |
      _________                                  `--~-' '`    |  |=|  |
   _|`---------`|                       supplemental data ===>|  | |  |
  (C|           |<=== back-up        (()____                  |  | |  |
   `\           /                   ('      `\______,          \ |=| /
     `=========`           mouse ==> `,,---,,'                  \|_|/

Okay, fine, all of my ideas are shit. But I need to get serious about this next project.

11
http://speculat1on.net/3MICROTIME/

Unbelievable how much data MetaCorp has. Millions of miles of microtransactions. History
and archives that you can't find on the Reticle anymore. Def not for my eyes. But access
levels can be faked. The world is just data all the way down. If you know how to alt the
data, well. How else would I have made it out of New Watts? How else would I have been
admitted to Columbia? How else would I have ever made it into the MC towers? Journal,
please.

12
http://speculat1on.net/4ECOEARTH/

They don’t fucking shut up about the rising sea levels. AR news flashes all over my
commute. MC projections on the north tower. rFone squirts. When I was a kid, it was a
post-truth world. Global warming was an open secret we preferred to ignore. Don’t worry.
Go green. Recycle. Politicians yelled abortion-abortion-abortion. Politicians yelled
same-sex-marriage-boo. Politicians yelled get-your-jobs. But environment, ecology, earth?
Maybe words starting with "e" don’t have the same affective charge (but don't make that
claim to my e-lit prof from Columbia, ditto the chairs of Economics, Escapism Studies,
Extinction Studies and [gulp] English). Gradual extinction doesn’t have the same
get-out-the-vote visceral appeal as the holocaust of unborn children and nuclear
apocalypse from terror wars. But, now, sea levels are rising, visibly. When you fuck with
commuter patterns and real estate, shit gets real. Even MetaCorp is planning a move.

13
http://speculat1on.net/5PSYCHEVAL/

Routine requires breaks. Systems require breakdowns. Notworking is not accident but
default, foundational principle. For the most part, I can work like a machine. MetaCorp
research by day and night. Project dev by night and day. Self-directed psychopersuasion,
caffeine tabs, occasional coke (very rare), raw necessity: these things keep me going for
100+ hours a week and whatever I can manage on the project, both during work and after.

But, every now and again, I need a disruption. Something to look forward to. A coffee
break for my soul. When the minute-to-minute feels too much to fucking bare, Eva. When my
eyes are straining to see the numbers cascading across my display, Eva. When my skull is
throbbing and threatening to implode, Eva. At these moments, aesthetic bliss.

Hard work is valued more at MetaCorp than physical appearance. You dress professionally
but don’t put too much time into it or they know your priorities are off. My first day at
work, I wore a vest. Above my pay grade, I was told. Maybe if you’re ever a VP, smirk,
smirk. But Eva has it all. Hard work, efficiency, elegance. No one hassles her for that
allure.

I keep my distance, of course. I settle for glances. I’ve started adding occasional
gazes. But I don’t bother her with words. Consummation betrays a greedy need for
ownership. There’s a magic in asymptotic desire.

14
http://speculat1on.net/6INTRCRNCY/

Another nightmare. I'm at the front of a house. No memory of arriving but there's a man.
He leads me through the doorway. The wooden floorboards creak when I move but that's the
only sound. The boards are silent when the man passes over them.

Suddenly we're in the study. We sit there together, wait together. I don't remember other
rooms. Only the study. And hallways. But the house is huge, nothing like my tiny box of
an apartment. We pass through hallways. Some are long and straight. Others wind around
elaborate gardens visible through occasional windows. Others turn sharply at ninety
degree angles. Whenever the man takes me anywhere, we pass only through hallways. But we
always return to the study. The sound of the floorboards reverberates through the
hallways. The house groans with each step I take.

I ask this man for favors. I ask for food. I ask for shelter. He grants me both with a
nod. When I look down at the table next to my chair, there's a plate filled with protein
packets and mashed potatoes. Next to it, a glass of water. When the man nods, I don't
see a face. Most of the time, he's facing the wall. Even when he looks my way, the
darkness always covers his features. I can only see hair, which is different every time I
look. Sometimes it's short and gray. Other times, long and brown. But it's always the
same man. I know this.

I continue asking for favors. At first, simple things. Clothes. A bag. Wires. Data.
Almost as quickly as I make the requests, the objects appear. I ask him for more. I ask
for money, cars, palaces, expensive things. I don't remember all of the objects. Every
time I ask, he takes a longer pause, but eventually, nods. Each of my desires is granted.

Next, I try to imagine something that he can't give me. I ask for it. He stops. He waits.
I feel a smile forming around his mouth. Or a grimace. He nods. He sits there. Nothing
happens. But there's something terrifying about that final nod. I stand up and try to run
out of the house. But there's no front door. So I just run down one hallway, and then
another, and then another, and then another.

Next, I wake up with the squeaking floorboards fresh in my senses. Now they almost sound
like muffled screams.

15
http://speculat1on.net/7NTRLCRDT/

Taking a cue from my dreams. A night off from saving the world. And that’s all it takes
to remember a world of entertainments that absorbs so many hearts and minds beyond the MC
towers. HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE
ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX.
IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES
IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT
FOR YOU. HATE. HATE. I love that.

16
http://speculat1on.net/8STCKTRD/

Eva talked to me today.

oh boy
oh boy oh boy
oh boy oh boy oh boy

Maybe it wasn’t such a big thing, after all. She’s back-office. Tech, not ops. She does
concurrent computation work, interprocess communication. She coms for a living so this
wasn’t exactly special. She might as well have said public interface MCWelcome {

Got nervous. Panicked a bit. It didn’t all parse. Didn’t even wait to see if she would
close the brackets.

oh boy oh boy

17
http://speculat1on.net/2peculation/1NINETYNINE/

When I was a kid, things were different. I lived in a box on Beach Road in New Watts.
Later, I moved to New York and got by. Recently, I moved to an apartment the size of a
closet on Brunswick and 8th. Much has changed from my childhood. Now, I live on the east
coast. Now, if I deactivate my Reticle tether, I'm in a private space. Now, I'm closer to
the servers than ever before. Now, I have a half-hour commute to work and back.

18
http://speculat1on.net/2peculation/2REVENEURAL/

fallingAsleep () { I feel my body (My appendages (My bits and pieces.)) I'm diving deep
(Beneath the surface of the screen && Into some sublime space || This procedural
wilderness buzzes and blurs with patterns no human could re-cognize (though this space is
certainly imprinted on my cognition.)) I can't help but feel this nonhuman world isn't
any more real (or unreal) than anything else. Either we all know kung fu or no one does.
MC.mal Execs. RetiCurency. MetaBucks. Fuck. My life catalogued in nanoseconds and
processor cycles. };

19
http://speculat1on.net/2peculation/3SUBSEC/

> ping 6wny93y8gj.ret

Status: Resolving address for 6wny93y8gj.ret, 04:35:02:1398 AM
Status: Connection attempt failed for 6wny93y8gj.ret, 04:35:02:1399 AM
Error: Could not connect to 6wny93y8gj.ret, 04:35:02:1400 AM
Status: Waiting to retry connection to 6wny93y8gj.ret, 04:35:02:1401 AM
Status: Delaying connection for 0.0001 seconds due to failed connection, 04:35:02:1402 AM
Status: Resolving address for 6wny93y8gj.ret, 04:35:02:1403 AM
Status: Connection attempt failed for 6wny93y8gj.ret, 04:35:02:1404 AM
Error: Could not connect to 6wny93y8gj.ret, 04:35:02:1405 AM
Status: Waiting to retry connection to 6wny93y8gj.ret, 04:35:02:1406 AM
Status: Delaying connection for 0.0001 seconds due to failed connection, 04:35:02:1407 AM
Status: Resolving address for 6wny93y8gj.ret, 04:35:02:1408 AM
Status: Connection attempt failed for 6wny93y8gj.ret, 04:35:02:1409 AM
Error: Could not connect to 6wny93y8gj.ret, 04:35:02:1410 AM
Status: Waiting to retry connection to 6wny93y8gj.ret, 04:35:02:1411 AM
Status: Delaying connection for 0.0001 seconds due to failed connection, 04:35:02:1412 AM
Error: 30 second suspension for three strikes on 6wny93y8gj.ret, 04:35:02:1313 AM

Hm?

> ping 6wny93y8gj.ret

Status: Resolving address for 6wny93y8gj.ret, 04:35:24:3704 AM
Status: Connection attempt failed for 6wny93y8gj.ret, 04:35:24:3705 AM
Error: Could not connect to 6wny93y8gj.ret, 04:35:24:3706 AM
Status: Waiting to retry connection to 6wny93y8gj.ret, 04:35:24:3707 AM
Status: Delaying connection for 0.001 seconds due to failed connection, 04:35:24:3708 AM
Error: 30 minute suspension for early retry on 6wny93y8gj.ret, 04:35:02:3709 AM

Maybe I left it on when I left the tower today. Maybe I just forgot to logout of all my
rFone clients after ticking away on those MC trackers all day, dial tones for miles and
miles. Maybe it's Routine .ret maintenance. Or some shit hidden away in those times that
the stats show I should be sleeping. As if anyone sleeps anymore. A twentieth century
luxury. In any case there's always some entertainment running in the background. Nothing
worse than waking up to the sounds of the ventilation, the heated floors, the server room
fans and refrigerators without a laugh track to go with it. I've grown so used to my
playlists that I can't even nap without the sounds of something I'll never really watch
buzzing in the background. Like some kind of cold comfort in the eye of the storm.
Stitched and nested between a million lines of flight. Bound by magnetics, electronics,
electrons, ions, steam, sublimation. Bad weather reports. Why this storm? Why this fall
out? Why now? What? Next?

20
http://speculat1on.net/2peculation/4CLIMATE/

If there's any chance of finishing the next project, I really need to delete Necro from
my .ret cloud. Maybe I'll write a little program to keep me away from it. You know, 4ever.
An orgy of rapid-fire decision-making, squad coordination, emergent narrative, real-time
strat MMORPG giddiness. The reality-TV tie-in series follows the top 20 players day and
night. For a brief moment, at the end of college, I climbed up to #47. Not bad given the
50-million player base. Not much time for entertainment now. Leisure and labor, play and
production. It turns out finance is its own full-time game. The endgame of every great
entertainment is figuring out how to quit.

21
http://speculat1on.net/2peculation/5FITNESS/

Eve: "source of life," "living one." In Vulgate, "Hava" in the Old Testament, but "Eva"
in the New. Not the source of all creation but a source of all subsequent creation,
everything that came next. Ave, Eva. Mother, matrix. Genesis, source code. Sole of my
soul. Or what's left of it.

22
http://speculat1on.net/2peculation/6NATIONS/

When I was a kid, there was still some mobility for nines. My mom used to take me out of
New Watts into, you know, the Greater Los Angeles Area. Back then, there was an emo scene.
I don't think that's around anymore. Now we have, what. An affo scene. At MC, they make
me consult these affect mystics, these nonconscious scientists, these incorporeal
materialists. They feel out the market. No, not feel out. I asked one, naively, once,
what she felt. She corrected me. What she <i>sensed</i>. Unactualized potentials.
Intensities. Emergences.

As ridiculous as these affos seem, they probably have the best human interface with the
market. As if we could really ever know what those protocols and algorithms are doing,
bouncing around like aimless atoms or forming a swarm. But, for now, we still have a
<i>sense</i>.

23
http://speculat1on.net/2peculation/7FEDRSRV/

When I was a kid, I found a broken laptop. I fixed it up. Back then, I lived in a box but
I also had this other box that connected me. One day, I found an online game. Not some
big, bad virtual world. Not an entertainment. These were real puzzles. Real challenges.
Not something for the masses. We made a team. We got competitive. We never won. But not a
day goes by that I don't think about the game.

<font color="blue">
GAME THE SYSTEM
PASS THE TEST
WIN THE JACKPOT
PROVE WHO'S BEST
</font>

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http://speculat1on.net/2peculation/8WALLST/

Finally, a dev plan:

+--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|                                                                                                  |
|                          +--------------------------------------------+ +----------------------+ |
|                          |                                            | |                      | |
|                          |       xxxxxxxxxxxxx      +---------------+ | | There should be some | |
|                          |     xxxxxxxxxxx    xx                      | | form of encryption   | |
|                          |   xxxxxxxxxxxxxx     x   +---------------+ | | in order to make     | |
|                          |  xxxxxxxxx  xxxxx     x                    | | sure only I can get  | |
|                          |  xxxxxxx       xxx    x  +---------------+ | | access to the next   | |
|                          | xxxxxxx         xx    x                    | | project. Maybe pass  | |
| +----------------------+ | xxxxxxx         xx    x  +---------------+ | | word fields here.    | |
| |                      | | xxxxxxx          x    x                    | |                      | |
| | Maybe something easy | | xxxxxxx          x    x  +---------------+ | +----------------------+ |
| | for the GUI. But     | | xxxxxxx          x    x                    |                          |
| | cryptic enough that  | |  xxxxxx         x     x  +---------------+ |                          |
| | only I could enter.  | |  xxxxxxxx     xx     x                     |                          |
| | The actual project   | |   xxxxxxxxxxxx     xx    +---------------+ |                          |
| | architecture is best | |    xxxxxxxx     xxx                        |                          |
| | articulated in code. | |        xxxxxxxxx         +---------------+ |                          |
| |                      | |                                            |                          |
| +----------------------+ +--------------------------------------------+                          |
|                                                                                                  |
|                          +--------------------------------------------+                          |
|                          |                                            |                          |
|                          | I can only speculate on what this type of  |                          |
|                          | software will do in the future.  Emerge.   |                          |
|                          |                                            |                          |
|                          +--------------------------------------------+                          |
|                                                                                                  |
+--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------+

25
http://sp3culation.speculat1on.net/2peculation/DEAD/

Fired. No more supervisors. No more surveillance scans. No more MetaCorp.

Free. Now I can finally focus on my work. The difference between labor and work can't be
overemphasized. One is maintenance, the other world-building. MetaCorp is labor.
Speculation is work. They coexist. They're mutually dependent. But they aren't the same.

Frenzied.

26
http://sp3culation.speculat1on.net/2peculation/END/

I thought I saw a rat. I couldn't believe it! We only make mice these days. It made me
think of Herbert (Zbigniew, not Frank, though they were both writing about different
kinds of deserts, weren't they?).

I WRITE AS I CAN IN THE RHYTHM OF INTERMINABLE WEEKS
MONDAY: EMPTY STOREHOUSES A RAT BECAME THE UNIT OF CURRENCY

27
http://sp3culation.speculat1on.net/2peculation/LOOK/

Dreamed of Eva flying through the sky toward me, beautiful, resplendent, like electric
current flowing through the ether. A beautiful dream. And yet, again, I woke up screaming
like an animal.

28
http://sp3culation.speculat1on.net/2peculation/BACK/

Walked by the Federal Reserve Bank in Manhattan today. On Liberty Street. Total tourist
trap. People love to be around money, gold. For whatever reason: the spectacle, the
wealth, the power, the smell of it. They say to each other: the world's largest vault,
etc. etc. I'd love to pull an ocean's eleven on it.

I understand the fascination. Underground vaults filled with tons and tons of gold, fixed
in place by guards, security, sheer weight, American confidence. This treasure, inert as
a corpse, grounds the floating, flowing, fictional stuff we trade quicker than a blink.
That static store sets an entire world in motion. This is magic. This is true alchemy
in reverse.

29
http://sp3culation.speculat1on.net/2peculation/FIND/

Painted the walls of my rat-infested room red. Red room. Redrum. So empty. Only the light
in the middle, on the ceiling, casts a round halo over the floor. A 3D space I could have
designed using the Surreal Engine. It reminds me a little of the study in that dream I
had. But there's no one else  here except for me.

30
http://sp3culation.speculat1on.net/2peculation/EIGHT/

Reticle jitters, cloud corneas, over/inter/active cerebrum, fingers caressing an AR world.

Alone, always. Lonely, tonight. At these times (0338 and counting), I wonder what it
would be like to have a child. Someone to take care of. Someone to justify my insomnia.
How would reproduction differ from production? How would that form of futurity feel? If I
had a child would it be a reflection of me? Or a disorienting funhouse mirror? Or a
refracting prism? Or a black monolith, nonhuman and nonrepresentational, completely
beyond my ken? Would it heed my words or hear them only through some idiosyncratic filter?

Perpetually weary. THERE EXISTS A WEARINESS WHICH IS A WEARINESS OF EVERYTHING AND
EVERYONE, AND ABOVE ALL WEARINESS OF ONESELF...IN WEARINESS EXISTENCE IS LIKE THE
REMINDER OF A COMMITMENT TO EXIST, WITH ALL THE SERIOUSNESS AND HARSHNESS OF AN
IRREVOCABLE CONTRACT.

31
http://sp3culation.speculat1on.net/2pec … RIPARTITE/

Searching for clues. Wrong turns. Dead ends. Thought theproject.uchicago.edu was part of
the eXchange. Thought http://vimeo.com/26438531 was part of it. Maybe I lived at
http://no-place.org/open_house/. But it was all just. Paranoia. Apophenia. Desire.

What can I do with a name? Beyond my vision for the project, that's all I have.

32
http://sp3culation.speculat1on.net/2pec … PASSWORDS/

What Next? What Next? What Next? What Next?
What Next? What Next? What Next? What Next?

Better Rest.

33
Found in dead drops

Break. Brake. Br-ache. Br, Br, Br, Br, Brrrr.... Only not! It's so goddamned hot! Electronics. Chaves down tot he thinnest MetaCore copper conductors. Wafters and .ret cables displace almost all the office space. Heatsinks radiate and coolant fills the sink. The crawl space is sweltering. I'm sweating chords like worms snaking down my legs. My muscles ache. Stuffed in my red room hole, just laying her baking. On the threshold of heat stroke. Insanity imminent. Playing games and blazing. NECR0000, oh, oh, oh, oh! People who get games usually don't know how to play. Games, play, whatever. It's good shit, but there's no fan speed to sure this heat. Overclocked.

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http://doodle.com/k9ikdqam559r8x2w
Comments section

Running out of money. Can’t leave today.

No ID. No money. No printer ink. No motive. No mind. Brain drained.

Almost wish I still had the MetaCorp gig. Foster had reasons to fire me when he did. Reasons, plural. That’s more than most muppies get. Can’t say I’m surprised. At all. I violated the Employee Behavior Codes more times...They’ve been watching, keeping track. They probably kept me around for so long, why? The anomalies. The behavior. They had to be sure.

They wanted to ensure it was nothing more than minor conduct. The late arrivals. The early departs. The unauthorized voice coms. None of it as bad as the actual illegal searches. The use of company resources for my project would have been tagged corporate espionage. It would have landed me in the Zones. Or worse. Could have gotten me zapped by one of those, what do they call them? Vengeance Agents? Don’t remember the full name.

But that won’t happen. I hid the major conduct violations, lied about the minor ones. I told them one of my children had become ill. Obvi, I have no children. But I listed two on file: a daughter named Adnexus and a boy named Philip.

35
http://speculat1on.net/speculat1on/spec … nside_.jpg
When viewed as a txt file

Downturn to tragedy. Crash. As if things weren’t already spiraling downward, quickly. I hacked back into the system. Blacknet. Camouflaged. Invisible. I probed for a connect. A relational intensity. I looked for Eva. But all I found was a sum of eight, a product of zero.

         _    _     ___     _    _    	 _   	  _
     	|:|  |:|   /:::\   |:|  |:|  	|_ | |  |_
   	|:|  |:|  /:/'\:\  |:|  |:|  	|  | |_ |_
   	|:|__|:| |:|   |:| |:|__|:|           _  ___
   	|::::::| |:|   |:| |::::::| 	|\ | / \  |
   	'""""|:| |:|   |:| '""""|:| 	| \| \_/  |
             |:| |:|   |:|      |:|   _  _            _
             |:| |:\   |:|      |:|  |_ / \ | | |\ | | \
             |:|  \:\_/:/       |:|  |  \_/ \_/ | \| |_/
             |:|   \:::/        |:|
             '"'    '"'         '"'

First, me. Now Eva. Deleted.

36
http://speculat1on.net/speculat1on/spec … /dpgt.html

What time is it? Somebody’s forgotten to wind up the clock. Wait, did I say that?

37
http://speculat1on.net/speculat1on/spec … s_0612.pdf
Found in pdf metadata

Hate these Reticle X ARG treasure hunts. Hate the ads. A more elegant Reticle Xperience.
Xhilirating. Xpress. Xotic. Xciting. Xtraordinary. Xtreme. X Marks the Spot. Such
marketing merde. I see these AR projections and it leaves me Xhausted.

38
http://speculat1on.net/speculat1on/spec … inance.doc

There are things at which nonhumans won’t ever excel. LOVE IS A HAWK WITH VELVET CLAWS; LOVE IS A ROCK WITH HEART AND VEINS; LOVE IS A LION WITH SATIN JAWS; LOVE IS A STORM WITH SILKEN REINS.... What hope remains?

39
http://speculat1on.net/TWOEIGHTSOFTHEWA … ythere.bmp

Aligned in a half-rhyme,
A step out of time,
A rhythm denied. 
Fine.

Trying to get it out.
This *self repeats as a facet of another's (m)out(h) or slightest
                                                 (d)ou(b)t
                                 that                          circles
                                                (ab)out

That face: less confined, more defined
And sometimes seeming near benign,
But don't be fooled by such a lie.
Repeated death, life most refined.

Push, push, push
Beat a path round the bush...                                                                             It
Burns.
                                                                                                          It
reasons.
                                                                                                          It
                       hides.

Note: I have done my best to recreate the typesetting of the original. I happen to think it's a damn good approximation.



40
http://speculat1on.net/ATOURROYALPLEASU … easure.bmp

Time to end this. Can't get to next without the last. Time to come out of hiding. From *myself. I'm ready now.

Hello, James.

41
Missing!
Likely related to 5.1

42
Print version retrieved from Revenueral testing sessions

No more abstraction, dear journal. Abstraction is our world's sickness. Abstraction is technofinance. Abstraction is the compartmentalization of the Zones.

It's time for sequence, if only for a change. A story. Let's start with clear coordinates this time. A well-defined constellation. An address. #8 Beach Road. New Watts. An earlier time. Coterminous with childhood. This was a house (not an apartment, an actual house) fenced off from my box. The house had an electric fence. Voltage high enough to stun, shake, stymie. Generally not lethal. Generally.

I saw this woman, one time. She lived three blocks down. A mother. She didn't touch the fence. She walked right into it. I watched. When she got close, she took a running start, took off from a wooden box (as if she's practiced this countless times, as if the box had been waiting all along). She took off and landed on top of the fence. Shock after shock after shock. I was frozen in place at first, for longer than. I ran toward her with another older guy who saw it all. We pulled her off. Her heart had stopped. What could we do?

Anyway, the house. This was a house protected from the street and from my box. It was my address but not mine.

43
http://speculat1on.net/specul4tion+1/3FLSHCRSH/43.txt

Furies grant first memories
Of injuries
Of battered knees,
Of bird and bees.

Memories granted, then forgotten
More quickly stripped than first begotten.

Intensities betrayed, cathected.                                                                                                   
Openings forced, displaced, affected.

44
???

Rock bottom. No more romance. I didn’t just hack my way out of New Watts. Not exactly. I
was never Case or Neo or Lisbeth Salander. I had a mind for tech. Reticular prowess. It
helped. It augmented my escape from that hell. But that wouldn’t have been enough.

I like to pretend I invented James Powell. I did. But he invented me too.

James Powell. He was a real person, not a thing like me. What do I really know about my
namesake? He lived at #8 Beach Road. He took out the garbage, regularly. Like clockwork.
Every Tuesday night and every Saturday morning. Sometimes he’d leave edible leftovers at
the top of the heap. Unfinished cereal boxes, stale bread slices, protein packets. Acts of
kindness or pity? Intentional arrangements or fortunate accidents? Charitable gifts or
sovereign excretions?

45
speculat1on.net/specul4tion+1/5FOCUS/Z-15584-Terms_of_Term.doc

Desultory furies creep and ooze,
Inch deep, infuse,
Wherein they fester,
Infesting the hidden spaces            between            the walls.
The totemic places                             down the hall.
Nothing but traces             scribbled, scrawled, casket palls.
Marks, erasures             scrolling palimpsests, mark the stalls.

46
http://speculat1on.net/specul4tion+1/6M … l_Memo.pdf
In 'Document Properties'

James Powell lived in New Watts but he was not of it. An impostor. A body snatcher, already. A colonizer amidst the colonized. A magistrate running a frontier settlement. An admin at his peripheral post.
James had the posture of a steel rod. He had a confident stride. He knew that I was there. He saw me from the corner of his eye, on the corner, without ever looking me in the eye. James Powell was power incarnate. Everyone knew.

47
http://speculat1on.net/YENMINBIRENEURO/ … eneuro.bmp

Fiction functions forming junctions
Asyndeton, skipped conjunctions
Complicating Clear dysfunctions
Disseminating compunctions.

48
http://speculat1on.net/FIREANDICELANDAI … andair.bmp

When I live on Beach Road, my name wasn't James. It was Adnexus Philip Powers. I stripped that entire name away. Before I left New Watts, I was at most an appendage to my family. At least, I was a mere parasite. I was mostly alone.

I wanted to be normal. I made myself normal. I gave myself a narrative. You only get a narrative if you're normal. I also game myself a name: James. What could be more normal than a James?

Last edited by donsoze (12-10-29 13:23)

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#2 12-10-14 22:38

quadrivium
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thanks for this. I keep awkwardly trying to upvote it.

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#3 12-10-14 22:40

shnarvle
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Re: JP Journal(s)

Good call indeed. Helpful to have it all in one spot.

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#4 12-10-14 22:50

LZCrowley
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Re: JP Journal(s)

Yeah, definitely helpful!

Speaking of archiving technicalities, I'm going to add to the spreadsheet in a bit and get the sound files in there. I put in the journal entries in case there was a theme between entries from passwords 0.1, 1.1, 2.1, etc., but would it be easier to read the whole thing if I just referenced the entry number and linked here?

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#5 12-10-14 23:29

Foll
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Re: JP Journal(s)

quadrivium wrote:

thanks for this. I keep awkwardly trying to upvote it.

Me too.

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#6 12-10-15 21:58

Re: JP Journal(s)

This is crossposted from Reddit, sorry if you already saw it there. Here is the new journal entry:

"When I was a kid, things were different. I lived in a box on Beach Road in New Watts. Later, I moved to New York and got by. Recently, I moved to an apartment the size of a closet on Brunswick and 8th. Much has changed from my childhood. Now, I live on the east coast. Now, if I deactivate my Reticle tether, I’m in a private space. Now, I’m closer to the servers than ever before. Now, I have a half-hour commute to work and back."

OK, so this one is particularly interesting. I really like the idea of Watts as an electrical term, but I was tipped off by the "Now, I live on the east coast" line and decided New Watts wasn't an abstraction, but a real place.

Turns out, I was half-right. There is no New Watts, but there sure is a Watts-- a suburb of Los Angeles, with a history of working-class riots. Also, with towers as its most recognizable architectural feature. Look it up on Wikipedia.

Turns out, there's no Beach Road in Watts, at least not one logged by Google Maps. BUT, there is a Beach Street. The Street View for it shows lots of boxlike houses, with iron fences: Basically, one of the most typically Los Angeles streets I've seen. This, as close as I can figure, is where our buddy JP grew up.

As far as Google Maps can tell me, there isn't a Brunswick and either 8th street or avenue. It doesn't exist. Maybe some more NYC savvy player can correct me there. I guess it would fit with far-future aesthetic, and with the global warming thing? Perhaps New York looks severely different because of the rising water levels?

In that vein, Watts is near the coast, so perhaps it's already swallowed up by water levels, and New Watts is the replacement? Chilling.

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#7 12-10-15 22:05

JustInCayce
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Re: JP Journal(s)

I think that intersection exists in New Jersey, not far past the Holland Tunnel when you're heading west from NYC. But I don't know that area well. Is there anything of interest there?

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#8 12-10-15 22:10

JustInCayce
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Re: JP Journal(s)

Also, thanks donsoze for collecting all of the journal entries. Very convenient to have them in one place!

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#9 12-10-15 22:15

quadrivium
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Re: JP Journal(s)

There's a Brunswick and 8th in Jersey City, which is what I'm assuming you're talking about. Looks like there's Carmine's Pizza Factory and a park.

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#10 12-10-15 23:21

llist
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Re: JP Journal(s)

This makes me think that a wiki may be useful. Would anybody particularly oppose/support a wiki? If I set one up, would it get used?

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#11 12-10-16 00:45

donsoze
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Re: JP Journal(s)

Node 2 entries added. If this pattern keeps up, we're on pace to reach our 64th 'bit' after 8 nodes, though that would be 65 bits including 00

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#12 12-10-16 00:58

llist
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Re: JP Journal(s)

Odd that there are two starting with, "Finally, a dev plan"

On that note, I would suggest wrapping ASCII-art-ish bits in "code" blocks so that they become monospaced, thus preserving the formatting.

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#13 12-10-16 02:20

NEX
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Re: JP Journal(s)

Foll wrote:
quadrivium wrote:

thanks for this. I keep awkwardly trying to upvote it.

Me too.

N N NNN   N NNN NNN N   N N N NNN   NNN NNN NNN   NNN   NO NEED NOW, NEX NEVER NEGLECTS NECESSARY NOTES.

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#14 12-10-16 09:08

Foll
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Re: JP Journal(s)

llist wrote:

This makes me think that a wiki may be useful. Would anybody particularly oppose/support a wiki? If I set one up, would it get used?

That has been my thought too when using reddit.  But I am not sure I would end up putting in the time.

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#15 12-10-16 09:45

donsoze
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Re: JP Journal(s)

Node 3 entries up. I suppose there's no need to bump this thread anymore, but I will give you the standard bit of trivia: each bit number is preceded by a number of backslashes equal to the node at which it can be found (for example bit 3 appears as '/03' while bit 29 is '///29').

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#16 12-10-16 11:42

HelloCentral
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Re: JP Journal(s)

I'd be in favor of a wiki--and I'd work on it, especially now that we've got a 6-day lull in puzzling.

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#17 12-10-16 13:19

llist
Member

Re: JP Journal(s)

I'll put something up in a bit. Thanks to donsoze for this list. I hope you'll contribute to the wiki.

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#18 12-10-16 14:47

Kostas
Member

Re: JP Journal(s)

One small note on #30, the last part is a quote from Levinas, I think it is from Existence and Existents

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#19 12-10-18 10:48

rohul ray
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Re: JP Journal(s)

So uhhh, how rare is it for NEX to intervene in forum threads? That kind of creeped me out...

But yeah, thanks for consolidating the journal entries!

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#20 12-10-18 11:26

JustInCayce
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Re: JP Journal(s)

NEX hasn't contributed too many times yet. And this is the first thread to be moved to the top. Definitely creepy.

Also, donsoze: you should add these journal entries to the wiki.

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#21 12-10-18 20:13

gasmoney
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Re: JP Journal(s)

NEX wrote:
Foll wrote:
quadrivium wrote:

thanks for this. I keep awkwardly trying to upvote it.

Me too.

N N NNN   N NNN NNN N   N N N NNN   NNN NNN NNN   NNN   NO NEED NOW, NEX NEVER NEGLECTS NECESSARY NOTES.

The N's here translate to "UPVOTE" in Morse Code.

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#22 12-10-20 02:14

othello
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Re: JP Journal(s)

US01
http://speculat1on.net/3MICROTIME/
Found in the source code

Unbelievable how much data MetaCorp has. Millions of miles of microtransactions. History  and archives that you can't find on the Reticle anymore. Def not for my eyes. But access  levels can be faked. The world is just data all the way down. If you know how to alt the  data, well. How else would I have made it out of New Watts? How else would I have been  admitted to Columbia? How else would I have ever made it into the MC towers? Journal,  please.

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#23 12-10-21 23:37

Kostas
Member

Re: JP Journal(s)

Here are the journals we've uncovered so far

<!-- ////34

Running out of money. Can’t leave today.

No ID. No money. No printer ink. No motive. No mind. Brain drained.

Almost wish I still had the MetaCorp gig. Foster had reasons to fire me when he did. Reasons, plural. That’s more than most muppies get. Can’t say I’m surprised. At all. I violated the Employee Behavior Codes more times...They’ve been watching, keeping track. They probably kept me around for so long, why? The anomalies. The behavior. They had to be sure.

They wanted to ensure it was nothing more than minor conduct. The late arrivals. The early departs. The unauthorized voice coms. None of it as bad as the actual illegal searches. The use of company resources for my project would have been tagged corporate espionage. It would have landed me in the Zones. Or worse. Could have gotten me zapped by one of those, what do they call them? Vengeance Agents? Don’t remember the full name.

But that won’t happen. I hid the major conduct violations, lied about the minor ones. I told them one of my children had become ill. Obvi, I have no children. But I listed two on file: a daughter named Adnexus and a boy named Philip.

-->
<!-- ////35
Downturn to tragedy. Crash. As if things weren’t already spiraling downward, quickly. I hacked back into the system. Blacknet. Camouflaged. Invisible. I probed for a connect. A relational intensity. I looked for Eva. But all I found was a sum of eight, a product of zero.

note: the following actually spells 404

_ _ ___ _ _ _ _
|:| |:| /:::\ |:| |:| |_ | | |_
|:| |:| /:/':\ |:| |:| | | |_ |_
|:||: | |:| |:| |:||:| _ ___
|::::::| |:| |:| |::::::| |\ | / \ |
'""""|:| |:| |:| '""""|:| | | _/ |
|:| |:| |:| |:| _ _ _
|:| |:\ |:| |:| |_ / \ | | |\ | | \
|:| :_/:/ |:| | _/ _/ | | |_/
|:| :::/ |:|
'"' '"' '"'

First, me. Now Eva. Deleted.
-->

Note: this seems to be a comment on /dpgt.html
<!-- ////36

What time is it? Somebody’s forgotten to wind up the clock. Wait, did I say that?

-->

<!-- ////37
Hate these Reticle X ARG treasure hunts. Hate the ads. A more elegant Reticle Xperience.
Xhilirating. Xpress. Xotic. Xciting. Xtraordinary. Xtreme. X Marks the Spot. Such
marketing merde. I see these AR projections and it leaves me Xhausted.
-->

<!-- ///38
There are things at which nonhumans won’t ever excel. LOVE IS A HAWK WITH VELVET CLAWS; LOVE IS A ROCK WITH HEART AND VEINS; LOVE IS A LION WITH SATIN JAWS; LOVE IS A STORM WITH SILKEN REINS.... What hope remains?
-->

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#24 12-10-22 00:33

donsoze
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Re: JP Journal(s)

OK, added entries so far and tried to include their sources. I put the .pdf for 4.5 in as the source, but I wasn't able to see the journal entry when I looked at the PDF myself. Is there something I'm missing?

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#25 12-10-22 00:57

Kostas
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Re: JP Journal(s)

I took it from the reddit, I think its somewhere in the metadata (author and keywords both say ////37 for me, but I can't see any more)

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