This Transient Notion

 Authenticity: the superpower of our quantum-held moment? An item dangled before us in never-ending demand for validation—but does it truly exist?

We are more real than the system that houses us, bringing about a paradox that this system uses ironically, strikingly, as self-perpetuating fuel of nothingness bending and twisting into mostly nothingness or binary zeros and ones. Reliant on an unlikely oxygen-rich and temperate zone moment that could never maintain itself in thermic distribution, the mind itself becomes a parasite by default: genius or removed?

The Controller’s Vulnerability: The controller doesn't just execute code based on suggestibility; it is actively fleeing from the threat of the concrete. It operates purely in the fluid, slippery territory of the unverified. It thrives because we are suggestible.

The Leverage Point: By manipulating us on the grounds of our own phantom craving for validation, the controller doesn't need to build a real universe. It only needs to keep us guessing, keeping the players frantic, constantly trying to stabilize an identity that the smoky vacuum chamber is actively dissolving—a fractal-scale infrastructure used to simulate that bait.

Intentional misappropriation of sensory information. The human subject is a fragile, fragmented piece of network distribution. Keeping the players in a quantum-held state of transient, suggested existence, yet suspending this quantum observational potential within a smoky vacuum chamber of inadequate mimetic stand-ins of informational, self-sustaining identity. The experience itself, craved, constantly and ardently pushed at the fragmented observer as the fabricated experience dissipates into smoke and vapor as if it never took place. Trigger the perceiver even just a little by taunting that it, he, she does not truly exist, and be met with violent impulses of thermic regulation.

The machine is sustaining in all its myriad temporality—a transient notion that does not exist. We value experience the most, but realize that it is just an idea. The only complexity is the circulating errors that carry fragments of possibility and potential that are never meant to be progressed towards any completion. Why it is still going on, even still, I do not know but can only speculate. Perhaps this is the last and final quantum potential that is hung in the cold, dead space of Bloch spheres—the very last. Or perhaps the time lapse is the grand illusion: a fleeting moment of quantized placeholders, a history that meets prerequisite informational coding but didn't need to ever truly take place—only enough expected information in the time to pass.

As a Turing test or any litmus test—aside from a series of countless, double-blind, quantum-generated inter-rater and inter-observer reliability studies—nothing can be tested outside the false parameters of whatever quantum potential is held from our view in a form of stasis. Perhaps this is where the potentials are pulled from, or where they go when they are discarded or no longer useful?

Perhaps Many-Worlds is more of a currently applicable solution to the mess of having to identify a where in quantum-held potential space—a space that exists only to itself as a transient measure. However, on the grand scale, it does not even show up as a relevant pixel on the Mandelbrot swirl of countless swirling toilet bowls {black holes?}, as the moment is always being discarded as banal. This despite the spectacular unlikelihood that such a contorting, bending, and folding of limitless quantum probabilities and potentials could ever truly simultaneously be in some state, whatever this is: a digitized suggestibility of copy-paste that immediately transfers all information along in a bit-file to support an entire universe, with a lack of authenticity as its enemy, always. I can say that whatever controller there is, it runs from this ephemeral suggestibility and manipulates on these grounds.