Stages of Internet Platform
A wide open space, perhaps an empty space. I can’t imagine how it would even be used, because I can’t imagine how it could effect the real world outside of it. It seems to be more of a storage facility, a place to document what happens in the real world. A void with things floating in it. The freedom to put things in it is endless but that would be like putting water into outer space drop by drop, what’s even the point?
Coherence! This place has enough stuff in it that it can be organized and navigated faster than in the real world, it’s actually really helpful! And there is humor! I’ve seen some funny things in there, things that I couldn’t predict, or things so trivial and yet so intimate that I’m astounded that someone else thought of them. The utility is clear if you look at it. The space is open and it’s organizing and anything you put out there becomes an exciting node for people to connect to. You have the freedom to define how the thing is organizing since each contribution is so influential.
Necessity. I depend on this rapidly filling void just to operate in the real world. Like an Escher tessellation, what used to be easily definable positive and negative space have become interlaced, have come to define each other. What used to be a void now has everything imaginable in it, and the fact that the real world can be led by the virtual is common understanding. The void is full, packed. You can’t be heard over the noise of it when you try to scream into the abyss, it’s like pouring a cup into the ocean. With this comes a new freedom to scream as loud as you want to. Dance like no one is watching, because no one is.
You can dance like no one is watching, but you can never be sure. Singing into the void can be lonely, but hearing it echo, hearing it rate you (6/10, the dance was mid) is alarming. I had so much fun putting our stuff in the void that I didn’t notice that right there in the middle of all my stuff was a hole shaped like me. The void calls! There, among my trappings and belongings I belong. There are some male Widow spiders, who, after mating, hop into their mate’s mouths, all but forcing her to eat him alive. Same, buddy!
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