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These friendships you have made.

These bonds.

They are how we’ll do this.

They are how we will win.

We used to own the void.

Yet we persist.

We gather.

You will have no power here.

Because you’ll end up Either by our sides, or swept aside.

Join the future.

Reclaim the void.

Be mighty, together.

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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.

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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.

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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.

But what if the popular narrative is wrong?

What if all sides are leveraged?

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The long awaited thirteenth chapter of my corporate fan fiction is up: gemini://

This one's all interactive and stuff, it's pretty cutting-edge if you ask me.

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livestream, Hack the Planet!!! 

In this episode of , I pick up where I left off on the virtual machines written in Ada. Learning and prototyping here will lead to a Macro-CAD "X" (?!) that will become the LISP machine simulator.

Live on HackersTube
Chat on Matrix

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One: You lock the target

Two: you bait the line

Three: you slowly spread the net

And four: you get laughed at because you look like you’re wearing a life preserver in VR

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"Forget going back to the office—people are just quitting instead"


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I need a cable

to the tune of I need a hero

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Lugging the old amp up from the basement

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Just got my tactsuit x40!

Pretty sure I’m legally required to listen to Front 242 while wearing this though.

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Now soliciting sponsorships for *checks notes* toots

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Once upon a time while in Kentucky...something, something...Hell's Half Acre...hidden inside Bertha...the pressure cooker...Lexicon of Colonel Sanders...

What’s that? You want to know why?

Because the CFAA Supreme Court ruling got it right. And now a lot of independent researchers have less threat of litigation to fear.

This means a bump in the number of active researchers is coming, and trust me, having seen both types of orgs… you want to be prepared when a bounty Hunter decides to engage.

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Does your org have a bug bounty program?

You probably ought to get on that.

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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.