Period of HOZ

You wake up in the post-material world of energetic collapse. Dark energy swallowed the syzygy of trade. There is nothing left other than a plain, destratified plateau of preconscious substance. Unarmored, you crawl in...

something or anything or nothing.

Different times have different time.

Entering the next spiral turn of Chronos, it ruthlessly seeks out copulation with Kairos. Hype-hacking made it possible for infobiotic agents to flesh out time into numbers, administering trustless secularization to order and disorder, computation and dissolution. Matrix won over matrix. The human became undone. >>