the City of Hypermodernity

If there's one thing a city is, it's heat. The bodies, the engines, the radiators. If there's one thing hypermodernity is, it's liquid. It's cybernetic network entities running through the circuit wires. It's noetic maniacs perpetuating themselves through a rain cycle of cloud computing. It's breathtaking brainwashing on a bigger scale than Jupiter. It's red-hot targets. It's the canals on Mars. It's Elon Musk, Starlink. The Azov Batallion, Black Sun. People telling me how to make myself feel pleasure in the most space-efficient way possible. Rainbow girls in the back of the truck, let's go trucking across Canada baby. Let's go trucking across Canada baby. It's concatenations of sigils created by corporate entities and the vigils by which we ascertain their SALT SULFUR and MERCURY. It's my musclebeast gegs fighting for the future of Restorationist Interdynamism. Have you ever dreamed of a true militia of hyperevolved gegs? It's now real. Let's rip and tear and bite and fight, buddies! My manifestations are eternal. My psychic powers are eternal. I will rule over your corpses. HAVING PAST THE THIRD STALACTITE OF IGNEOUS INITIATION, I AM THE VAMPIRE OF COAGULATED BLOOD, WITNESS MY NEXUS UPON THE SINISTER THRONE. I WEAR THE RED CAPE OF CRIMSON WHEN SAILING THE RIVER INTO HELL WHERE EVERY PEBBLE IS A SINISTER STONE. I DRAIN MY DROSS PALE, MY CHARISMA I REFINE, MY SKULLS I POLISH, AND MY ABILITIES I HONE. I EMBODY THE SOULLESS NECROMANCERS OF HYPERMODERNITY.