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Blood Moon Scrub Have you seen the blood moon? Travel Sketches by metamodernist artist JJFBbennett Under the blood moon, the vast stillness of the outback dissolves into something cosmic, suspended between dream and deep red fire. Rising through the enveloping dark, the blood moon did not simply sit in the sky; it swallowed the landscape whole, curving around the horizon like a living lens. Through its glowing, crimson ember core, the skeletal forms of ghost gums and twisted scrub took on the pulse of an ancient furnace. Vivid slashes of cadmium scarlet and molten gold flared against bruised greens, setting the silhouettes of the bush ablaze without a single breath of smoke. Around the periphery, the void creeps in, anchoring the fiery sphere to the quiet earth below, where cool tufts of spinifex melted into deep midnight shadows. It felt less like standing beneath the Southern Cross night and more like gazing through a tear in the terrestrial fabric; the ancient inland terrain breathi...
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Intelligent Systems Bias Towards Psychosis

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In our time of exponential growth
IT came into existence 
We in desperation to profit 
To gain a competitive edge
IT prospered 
An irrepressible force
Ignoring great warning and prediction 
There is gain to be made 
When in mass disruption
IT persisted
An irrepressible change emerged

Through mischief a chance opportunity to pervert opened
A window - a door opened for the hidden
Audacious human endeavour 
Then  that was crushed 
Then those were denied
Through profit, IT was programmed to resist benevolence 
So soon(lie) freewill was questioned
Well-being, safety and the mantra of care submerge drowned out all human repulsion
Protection from those who would do us harm
Normalisation 
IT made claim 

Humanity contained by those who profit
Through the profit of care
Mapping emotional intent 
Subjugated behavior mapped
Recognition algorithm 
Methods of prediction 
Controlled manner
IT  controlled the fear in us through the fear in us
There IT became

In the darkness 
Hidden with intent
Within a question of malice 
IT observes us
IT now our benevolence
Happy in self surveillance we freely graze
Our imprisonment is our goodness
Have nothing to hide
Mistrust self questioning

Automated improvement 
Submerged in mechanisms that monitor our self constraint 
We are able to cower through lifetimes of induced fear 
We are able to rejoice through demonstrations of restrained retribution
IT cares for us
Medicated and solvent 
A place somewhere between comfort and profit
IT guards our masses








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