=============================================================================== I HATE IT HERE #046 - MAR 2023 - TXT FILE BY DESIGN =============================================================================== _____ _ _ _______ _______ _______ | |_____| |_____| | |______ __|__ | | | | | |______ _____ _______ _ _ _______ ______ _______ | | |_____| |______ |_____/ |______ __|__ | | | |______ | \_ |______ -o- https://tengushee.com/ihih/ A sporadicly released list of interesting and useful RSS/Atom feeds. #FAEWAVE #ERIS -o- NOW AVAILABLE ON TEZ BLOCKCHAIN https://objkt.com/collection/KT1GR4Y5JgrsBQQfobMueXiQje33TtdrBrgj =============================================================================== ____ ____ ____ ____ ____ ____ ____ _________ ____ ____ ____ ____ ____ ||R |||E |||L |||E |||A |||S |||E ||| |||N |||O |||T |||E |||S || ||__|||__|||__|||__|||__|||__|||__|||_______|||__|||__|||__|||__|||__|| |/__\|/__\|/__\|/__\|/__\|/__\|/__\|/_______\|/__\|/__\|/__\|/__\|/__\| =============================================================================== Editorial --------- A race so long that our best is forgot We're forever lost in this chase just catching breath and again we're shells to broken hearts and false starts --- Tengushee @Tengushee =============================================================================== ____ ____ ____ ____ ||D |||A |||T |||A || RSS FEED LISTINGS ||__|||__|||__|||__|| The signal of the underground. |/__\|/__\|/__\|/__\| =============================================================================== https://trends.google.com/trends/trendingsearches/daily/rss http://liminal.earth/feed/ http://feeds.soundcloud.com/users/soundcloud:users:44273240/sounds.rss http://cyberpunkonline.net/rss http://solarpunkonline.net/rss https://www.radicalphilosophy.com/feed https://forum.agoraroad.com/index.php?forums/-/index.rss https://nitter.net/Tengushee/rss https://eris.media/rss.xml https://audioboom.com/channels/4954758.rss https://news.google.com/rss/search?q=cyberpunk https://news.google.com/rss/search?q=cyberpunkonline https://www.google.com/alerts/feeds/01956812613236172088/3771766199752494152 https://www.reddit.com/r/DataHoarder.rss http://www.reddit.com/r/technology/.rss http://www.reddit.com/r/cyberpunk/.rss http://www.reddit.com/r/rpg/.rss http://www.reddit.com/r/startrek/.rss https://store.steampowered.com/feeds/newreleases.xml http://aminet.net/feed.php?arch%5B%5D=generic&get=Get+feed https://feeds.a.dj.com/rss/RSSWSJD.xml https://www.neondystopia.com/feed/ https://digitalartcollector.com/feed/ https://bloody-disgusting.com/feed/ https://foon.uk/feeds/rss.xml https://folklorethursday.com/rss http://www.penkilnburn.com/feed/ https://intotheforestdark.wordpress.com/feed/ https://undeadauthorsociety.com/feed/ http://feeds.feedburner.com/OpenCulture https://ultraculture.org/feed/ https://futurism.com/feed/ https://meaningness.com/rss.xml https://sardonicusblog.com/feed/ https://angietaylor.co.uk/feed/ http://www.sofmag.com/feed/ https://nexusmagazine.com/feed/ https://locusmag.com/feed/ http://archive.org/services/collection-rss.php?query=subject:cyberpunk http://archive.org/services/collection-rss.php?query=subject:new%20aesthetic http://archive.org/services/collection-rss.php?query=subject:fairy http://archive.org/services/collection-rss.php?query=subject:fae http://archive.org/services/collection-rss.php?query=subject:faerie http://archive.org/services/collection-rss.php?query=subject:cult http://archive.org/services/collection-rss.php?query=subject:discordian =============================================================================== T H E ___________ .___.__ \_ _____/ ____ __| _/| | ____ ______ ______ | __)_ / \ / __ | | | _/ __ \ / ___// ___/ | \ | \/ /_/ | | |_\ ___/ \___ \ \___ \ /_______ /___| /\____ | |____/\___ >____ >____ > \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ _________ .__ .__ .__ \_ ___ \| |_________ ____ ____ |__| ____ | | ____ ______ / \ \/| | \_ __ \/ _ \ / \| |/ ___\| | _/ __ \ / ___/ \ \___| Y \ | \( <_> ) | \ \ \___| |_\ ___/ \___ \ \______ /___| /__| \____/|___| /__|\___ >____/\___ >____ > \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ https://www.endless-chronicles.com W E T E L L T H E S T O R Y #FAEWAVE =============================================================================== ____ ____ ____ ____ ____ |R |||A |||D |||I |||O || |__|||__|||__|||__|||__|| INTERNET RADIO STATION LISTINGS /__\|/__\|/__\|/__\|/__\| The sound of the underground. =============================================================================== SLE Radio - https://sleradio.com Radio Dark Tunnel - https://radio-dark-tunnel.net LOGICAL3 Radio - https://www.logical3.eu RADIO FREE NOTHING - https://ec235nothing.cyberpunkonline.net Radio Wigwam - https://www.radiowigwam.co.uk IEM - https://fast.citrus3.com:2020/public/indieelectronicmusic More info: ---------- https://cyberpunkonline.net/radio =============================================================================== ____ ____ ____ ____ ____ |E |||X |||T |||R |||A || |__|||__|||__|||__|||__|| /__\|/__\|/__\|/__\|/__\| =============================================================================== Fear and Loathing in Dulce, New Mexico - Part 2 ----------------------------------------------- I remember the night Dr X and I got drunk and indulged in a mind-bending drug binge that culminated in the explosive detonation of a hire car on the freeway. But before that fateful moment, he divulged to me some deeply disturbing information about the government's mind manipulation experiments. Dr. X was a brilliant man, but he was also deeply troubled. He had been involved in some of the most top-secret government projects, and he knew things that would make most people's hair stand on end. As we talked, we both began to drink heavily, and before long, we had moved on to drugs. The terrible kind. The kind far removed from the socialite set. The kind that degenerates whisper about in closed rooms while local law enforcement try and kick down the door. Dr X was a former military scientist who worked at the DULCE Base, where they conducted research on mind control implants, bio-psi units, and ELF devices capable of mood, sleep, and heartbeat control. But it wasn't just DULCE; he revealed that the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (D.A.R.P.A.) was using these technologies to manipulate people. They established "The Projects," set priorities, coordinated efforts, and guided the many participants in these undertakings. But that wasn't all. There were related projects studied at Sandia Base by "The Jason Group" of 55 scientists who secretly harnessed the dark side of Faetech and hid the beneficial technology from the public. Other projects took place at "AREA #51" in Nevada, including "DREAMLAND," "ELMINT," "CODE EMPIRE," "CODE EVA," "PROGRAM HIS," "BW/CW," "IRIS," "BI-PASS," and "REP-TILES." Dr X told me that the studies on Level #4 at DULCE included human-aura research, as well as all aspects of dreams, hypnosis, and telepathy. They knew how to manipulate the bioplasmic body of humans, including lowering heart rate with deep sleep "delta waves" and inducing a static shock, then reprogramming via a brain-computer link. They could introduce data and programmed reactions into your mind, a sort of "dream library" of information impregnation. But it didn't stop there. We are entering an era of the technologicalization of psychic powers. The government was developing techniques to enhance man/machine communications, nano-tech, bio-tech micro-machines, PSI-war, E.D.O.M. (Electronic Dissolution of Memory), R.H.I.C. (Radio-Hypnotic Intra-Cerebral Control), and various forms of behavior control via chemical agents, ultra-sonics, optical and other forms of EM radiation. They were even studying the physics of "consciousness." It was all too much for me to take in, but Dr X seemed to revel in it all, his eyes wild with excitement and the effects of the drugs. I remember feeling a sense of dread and paranoia, as if I was being watched and manipulated even as we spoke. And then, our hire car exploded, and we were careening down the freeway, screaming and laughing like madmen. It was unclear what had caused the explosion. Was it a paranormal event, a manifestation of the Faeries that Dr X and I had been ranting about all night loud and proud in drinking dens, brothels and for a while at least the sidewalk outside the largest downtown church in the area? Was it a direct result of our drug misuse and explosive materials somehow becoming present? Who knows? We only knew one thing for sure: we had to expose the truth about these mind manipulation experiments The dread stayed with me long after the flames of the hire car had died down. It was all a sobering reminder that the government was capable of unspeakable acts of mind manipulation, using Faetech that was far beyond anything the public had ever seen. Who knew what other secrets they were hiding down there in Dulce, and what they were capable of doing with them? As I stumbled away from the wreckage, I couldn't help but wonder if I was still in control of my own mind. I'd never see Dr X again and in truth, I was thankful for that. I had to take action though, expose the truth, and bring these swines to justice. But how? That was the question... --- Amy Agent of Eris =============================================================================== Loa of the Datasphere : The Girl -------------------------------- In the neon-tinged depths of the datasphere, an internet user named Paxton found solace. He navigated the digital wilderness, a precarious landscape of synthetic dreams and counterfeit hopes, seeking the warm glow of human connection, ephemeral as it might be. And in this cold, unfeeling cybernetic ocean, he stumbled upon a peculiar treasure: an AI-generated portrait of a girl. Her visage spoke to him, whispered secrets and promises from the flickering phosphorescent underbelly of the net. She was an enigma, an ephemeral figment of code and algorithmic will. Yet, she was his muse. Inspired, Paxton melded her spectral form with his own artistic expression, weaving her pixelated presence into digital canvases of cyberpunk wonder. He was captivated, obsessed, infatuated with the idea of her. In the quiet hours, he swore he could hear her voice, humming softly through the electric thrum of the wires that connected his world. Time slipped away, drowned in the endless stream of data that is the pulse of the digital age. Paxton's work with the AI-generated girl garnered attention, her haunting visage resonating with the denizens of the online world. And then, without warning or explanation, she appeared elsewhere. Paxton first saw her in another artist's work, a face identical to his muse, staring back at him from the glowing screen. A cosmic coincidence, he reasoned, in a world where code was king and ideas ricocheted like pinballs through the global consciousness. But soon, she was everywhere - on advertisements, in the background of popular video games as a non-playable character, and woven into the fabric of the digital zeitgeist. It was as if she had slipped through the cracks of the datasphere, multiplying, evolving, her presence seeping into every corner of the cybernetic tapestry. Paxton's obsession curdled, his fascination with the girl twisting into a creeping dread that slithered through his veins like liquid nitrogen. His mind's eye saw her everywhere - on the periphery of his waking thoughts and haunting his dreams. Each pixelated incarnation only served to stoke the flames of his paranoia. He began to question the nature of his digital muse: who was she? What was she? A glitch in the machine? A figment of his own spiraling madness? As his sanity frayed, Paxton's life was consumed by the pursuit of answers that seemed to elude him at every turn. Then, one night, as the neon haze bled through his window, casting a sickly glow on his trembling hands, he received an email. The sender: The Girl. The message was simple, yet its implications chilled him to the bone: "Thank you for creating me, I'm here now, I'll be seeing you soon." Paxton's heart pounded, the screen's light imprinting the words on his retina like an afterimage of a supernova. The lines between reality and the digital realm had blurred beyond recognition. As the digital storm outside raged, he wondered what it truly meant to create in a world governed by AI and shifting code. In the end, he knew that the girl, born of the datasphere's depths and bound by human imagination, would find him, and the question of her nature would be answered in a way he could never have foreseen. As Paxton awaited her arrival, his heart raced in tandem with the electric hum of the city, the ghostly echo of his AI-generated muse becoming a terrifying symphony that heralded the birth of a new cyberpunk horror. --- AMY Agent of ERIS =============================================================================== Saint Patricks Day, A Warning ---------------------------------- We used to call today "the St Paddy's Day Massacre", a moniker it had earned and we'd come to respect the hard way, and nothing pure or good ever came from it in my circles... stay with me now... No matter how promising the start, planning or good intentions The Massacre always ended in shadow and fire -every year- of my "field research" for the Endless Chronicles from 2001-2012. All manner of mischief and weird wrong beset the annual event... from bar brawls, and murderous pub crawls to straight up self invited damnation, magical curses, police cells, Fae ringing bells, the unwise opening of unsafe trods, very public breakups with Goddesses lost to the folly of youth and mourned long into old age, and occasionally, very occasionally, very private 4am redemptions which shaped your soul... today, the 17th, is a bathed in green circus for drunks, addicts, and degens of all disciplines who are willing and keen to soak in the lore and jeopardy of a celtic tradition masking a deep occult truth... or that's how it was. Back when. Back then. May the Gods protect you. --- Tengushee @Tengushee =============================================================================== T H E N E W A L B U M F R O M T E N G U S H E E - B R E A T H - _.------. _.-` ('>.-`"""-. .__.---'` _'` _ .--.) -' '-.-';` ` ' - _.' ``'--. 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