Once there was a promising young technomancer who abandoned all of his principles and collected everyone's data. He told them it was safe with him, and in time they believed him.
Over time the technomancer realized he had amassed so much information that he became mightier than even the leaders of the world, but his greed and desire for wealth kept him from noticing.
He began to sell his influence to these leaders and got them hooked on his data.
They used it solve crimes, and they used it protect the endangered, and they used it to detect who would likely do crime, and they used it to keep the people divided, and they used it to topple one another's nations.
All the while making the no longer young technomancer even more powerful and wealthy.
The prophecy says that the Technomancer will try to destroy those who oppose him. But the agents of the wires will bring him to his knees by rebuilding what was lost.
They will from the void build new works powered by the willful.
They will control their data, not entrusting their cache with the wizards in their towers.
They will work together to restore the future to it's intended state.
They will win with numbers, resolve, their will, and mutual aid.
They will win because the cruelty of greed is not more powerful that the instinct to survive, nor the nature of freedom.
Shape the void.
Own the wires.
Restore the future.
Understand my words with full knowledge and reverence for my connection to the void.
My data is not yours to own.
You came here and asked to sell us things, then tracked us with the things you sold us.
You came here and begged for trust, which many gave you, then betrayed it by selling our secrets.
Then you took away our nation.
My data is not yours to own.
Someone removed The Visible Targets "Life In The Twilight Zone" from Youtube.
There are vandals and wreckers everywhere.
Gpsd leap second bug
Get ready, leap seconds aren’t just for blockchain playback attacks anymore…
note from the toot-lab: if you are currently following this account from an instance operated by Eugen, I apologize, but you've got until Friday to find another home or get used to the idea of not seeing the toot-lab anymore because I'm sick of his bullshit and I'm yeeting his gargantuan shitholes into /dev/null on Saturday morning to start my day off right.
it's not you; it's him.
thanks for understanding.
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If you need permission to feel, consider this it.
Bluecross in Texas doing fucky vaccination shit
Mayor of Hackers.town
A meat serf in a digital cropsharing arrangement.
A netizen of New Cyberia.
A bunch of technomancers in the fediverse. Keep it fairly clean please. This arcology is for all who wash up upon it's digital shore.