*hyperfiction* hits the road in untethering
I called James. I was pleased with my work so far on his sci-fi movie idea. He was confused.
“Okay, you need to get in touch with Gloria or the director,” I said. He sounded groggy. Must’ve been napping.
“What?”
“The sci-fi idea we talked about at breakfast. I’ve got the synopsys.”
“There must’ve been some miscommunication…”
“I’m just riffing. I did some work on the idea we discussed, you know, Gloria, on Netflix?”
“I’m not sure.”
“I have been writing since breakfast and I have some ideas.”
“I’m not up for that.”
“Gotcha. Okay. Thanks for breakfast and the memories. Maybe we can do breakfast again sometime.”
“Goodbye.”
I didn’t take any of it personally. I was prepared to give him writing credits. I did need him to fund the pilot. Getting in touch with the actress or director wouldn’t be a problem with today’s internet. I was part of this community, Backstage 32 or something like that. They are still asking me to come back. “2-months free with an annual membership.” I might look into that again.
Well, fuck. I didn’t really think my helicopter pilot was going to come out of his neural fog. Our conversation was pleasant. He was the same smashed man I met when I was a teenager. The light was dim. He did get excited talking about UFOs and getting in touch with the beautiful young actress of Gloria. I’ll have to go look her up. All this talk of John Hamm and the generative videos… Well, I guess those now become marginalia of this book about escape and consciousness alteration. Perhaps this was a consciousness altercation for James. Ho fucking hum.
Alright then, where were we?
Right, Ali.
We keep training AI to replace us. Am I guilty of the same thing, with all my AI explorations and antagonistic prompts? [Quick question for Dick and Jane, my AI duo critics and best readers: ‘Do I seem angry to you?’]
All of this AI bullshit. It’s going to get us all killed. The planet is going to lose potable water. The weather anomalies are going to get worse, much worse. We are at the beginning of the slide into global chaos. The AI bros and billionaires funding them are working to get themselves and their families off the planet as they burn it to cinders with their efforts.
Profit before planet. That’s the motto of the Rocket Billionaires™.
Who is a more smashing lead actor, John Hamm from his Mad Men era, or Steve McQueen from The Great Escape and The Getaway. He married Ali. She was 9 years younger. It was a bit of a scandal at the time. But it was Ali Macgraw. I mean, come on… We all wanted to be Steve McQueen and be married and making love to Ali. I still remember having my first star crush.
He died at 42. Hmm. That’s why we didn’t see more movies of him. Not sure what the cause of death was, but I’m sure Dick and Jane (AI from Deep Dive) will help us out with a little biographical data of both actor and actress in their 70’s fame)
Ali lives in Santa Fe these days. She’s a very active AA member, according to Big Daddy Red, my friend, and former next-door neighbor who lives in Santa Fe and is also part of that program. I was always in the “other room,” Al-Anon. I asked my friend if he talked to her.
“Well, sure, all the time. She’s just a person. Most people don’t know who she is.”
I’d still like to have a human sighting of my fantasy woman.
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