Are you not entertained? Well here it comes. :)

In my series of inventing conspiracy theories that still make it difficult not to think about it… I bring you… The matrix of cannibalism you live in.

The “strain” of humanity that is cannibalistic has been clearly identified in the human genome.

The immune system of humanity fights it ferociously because it is inhumane.

Both sides of this equation call each other Demons and Aliens and narcissists and themselves powerfull and the others weak and such… all of which are just path towards hating the opposite sex for no good reason whatsoever.

In the “primal” world, before Lead poisoned industrialites using gunboat diplomacy to go plunder and steal… there was no cannibalism at all out there.

When the cannibals came home they said the savages were eating eachother because they started eating the savages, since it was easier then hunting… and if the cannibal is one thing… it’s stupid and lazy… and always tempted by all the yummy humans around them to keep being lazy and stupid as much as possible. (The invention of titles to hide that came soon after)

Even canniblism gets boring you see… and then they need to go one step further… make cannibals that don’t know that they’re under their control… controlling all the cannibals is their basest desire so they always end up destroying themselves, and there will also be some humans out there in the wilderness they can never find so they know they can’t win.

And they then think that simply destroying the whole world for a few hundred years as they bunker down and run a particle accelarator on the other side of the moon that the world never sees, but which has a simple solar cycle just like earth…. They prefer the name “dark side of the moon” since that makes you think the sun never shines there.

But it does… just as much as it does here. It simply doesn’t turn relatively to earth.

We’ve been here before actually and the proof of that is on the other side of the moon… but guess what… the bunker builders are still keeping it a secret obviously.

Disprove it please , while realising that anything digital and all depictions of history and fact consumed digitally is in their control, hence , not applicable. Reality could show all this easily… yet the machines that can do that are in who’s control again?

They didn’t realize this little fella got access to them all at some point in history though… since their stupidity requires them to have to lie and trick humans into doing compartementalized work on all those componentes they need control over. But their insanity drives them to try and control things they don’t understand, and then you suffer. We’ve all noticed they’re all continuously suffering right? They need us to dance and laugh and entertain them while it never works.

But anyways… the basic mental pattern is becoming quite clear right?

There is not an opposition , not a religion , not an accepted scientific theory, not a country , not a system that doesn’t operate on this very same algorithm which is clearly observable.

Always… everywhere.

Neanderthals werent “subhuman” … that was when the cannibals started dominating the humans… those stupid weaklings lost all their hair, their robust structure , their abilities to withstand larger temperature differences, etc… etc…

It’s when their war began and we haven’t escaped it so far in thousands and thousands of years.

They call it.. progress… going backwards in time… they’re just that stupid and that weak. But they are strong in one thing and one thing only.

Lying.

Which you could also call being delusional.

Which you could also call hallucinations.

Or entitlements.

Or being “succesfull” in their fantasies based on all those lies.

Have fun!

I so like writing about whatever story arcs for fiction I can come up with… I’ve got like countless more… Just pick any topic, any fact , and idea , any system … and poof! My stories are there.

Never needed a computer for that though… even though I was a gaming champion as a child, and a digital guru in my early career… and an architect of Mass scale automation and money flow manipulation by the end of my career in anything digital.

Fun stuff no?

Here's pure fiction around that totally imaginary process I just described, just for fun. (It's part of a whole series call Kingdom of Rust...)

Chapter Title: The Bunker That Ate Time

The Kid had been quiet for hours. Not the usual kind of quiet — not the brooding silence of someone thinking too hard, but the kind that comes when the air itself feels like it’s listening. The desert had turned to ash behind them, and the rusted hills ahead pulsed with a low hum, like a machine dreaming in its sleep.

Sera was the first to spot the entrance. A hatch, half-buried in lunar dust, marked only by a symbol no one recognized — a spiral eating its own tail. Zeke muttered something about old war bunkers, but the Kid shook his head.

“No war ever reached this place,” he said. “This is where they tried to reverse it.”

Inside, the walls were lined with screens showing nothing but static. The corridors bent in impossible angles, and the deeper they went, the more the air felt… wrong. Like it had been recycled too many times by minds that didn’t breathe.

They found the particle accelerator in the heart of the bunker. It wasn’t spinning anymore — it had collapsed into itself, a frozen loop of light and metal. Around it, the remains of the cannibals: not bodies, but suits, titles, badges. Empty shells of authority. They had built the machine to eat time, to rewind their mistakes, to erase the wilderness they could never conquer.

Sera touched one of the consoles. It flickered to life, showing a map of the moon’s far side — not dark, but sunlit, blooming with ruins. “They called it the dark side,” she whispered, “so we wouldn’t look.”

The Kid stared at the accelerator. “They forgot what they were escaping,” he said. “And now they’re stuck in the loop.”

Zeke kicked a broken helmet. “So what do we do?”

“We leave,” said the Kid. “And we don’t come back. Let them eat their own time.”

As they climbed out of the bunker, the hum faded. The spiral symbol cracked in the dust. And somewhere far above, the moon turned — just a little — as if it had been listening too.