“The future wants to steal your soul and vaporize it in nanotechnics.”

-Nick Land

9:00. Time to go to work again. Here I am standing in front of the skyscraper, hunderds upon hundreds of floors, entirely owned by the Module Software Corporated. Millions of LCD screens make up it’s surface: hunderds of ads flashing on the screen every second, constant changing pictures, zero, one, zero, one.

9:30. I entered the office and noticed the same thing I kept noticing every day since the last Tuesday. I guess the rumors turn out to be true: the employes themselves started to upload their brains into the Module. Kinda feels like the company became a monopoly on humans. In the year 2024, everyone can get a module. The government elected in 2018 decided to arms-race China into cyberspace for profit, and now we have the ability to dissolve in this new unknown dimension. The truth is, no one really knows what it feels like to live in the virtual reality. You live, but the rest — you have to find out yourself. I mean, I work here for almost 10 years, and even I don’t know what in the underworld happens to you or with you there. No one does.

9:45. As I got to the work space, I did what I did every day. A customer approached me, I told him to sit on the chair next to a huge machine. He was a small middle-aged man who looked quite relaxed, as if to say, it seems that he was taking all this important procedure in a very childish, naive way. His black eyes stared at me for half of a minute or so. I attached the wires to his frontal lobe, few on the back and inserted a metal syringe-like thing. His childish expression quickly changed — his face expressed, firstly, a surpirse, then, secondly, some sort of joy, but one, that belongs to another world. He became lifeless and his body leaned to the back of the chair. The man was in the Module now, he didn’t long here anymore.

10:17. As I was getting rid of the body, I thought that it“s too weird how confident about the idea that he wants to be there — not just him, but all these people who did the exact same thing. You know, when you think about it — they just become some kind of collection of zeroes and ones, electronic impulses. Even though they are not going to live forever as humans, they had some kind of fear of a miserable afterlife, they still had something divine inside themselves to keep them going. But now, nothing seems to matter that much, just make sure you have 10 dollars and you can become immortal. But I”m no Fedor Dostoyevsky, only thing I know for sure — is that it’s getting pretty lonely in NY. Who knows, probably I will upload myself into Module from the basic fear of becoming alone, furrowing the world humans have left behind, forever.

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22.11.2026