Total mobilization and motorization have always been two sides of the same coin in the race for biological and technological supremacy. ~ Paul Virilio

The film High Life points out the malfunctions of a civil engineered social health, condensed onboard the cubicle ship, where happy togetherness is not only encouraged but enforced on mad cogs, who are optimized killer robots to fight a primitive war of all, against all. In light of slowly approaching death, a passive, overboiling aggression is radiated by those who swallow the toxic cocktail of sedating medication and misdirected care, with the effect of becoming too dulled to be cured by emotional shock.[1] Classical mechanics serves as the chassis for theoretical physics,[2] which commands the total wreckage of matter and a re-coupling of progressively pulverizing residues in order to stabilize the triumph of mechanistic will. The assembly instruction for the Western thought model, facilitates the most popular innovation of technological progress and phased out bots, equipped with innumerable sensors, are lined up to download special algorithms from a dodgy source. The supposed upgrade strives to provide a stable version while centred on efficiency, and what reads as the failed paradox of a rolling-release without any significant updates, truly turns out as a downgrade with the empty prospect to process information into static truths, which are situated on the one-dimensional image of time. So where hides the malicious bug? Machinic desire is the ignition wire, which encloses all ever so resistent ambiguity with mechanistic laws, but simultaneously fuses schizo-paranoid undercurrent into positive feedback cycles, that power Nothing but meltdown culture. Kurzschlüsse expose the "alien order of time",[3] and generate traumatic awakenings in the past, in which the aftermath of a clash between flesh and tech becomes grossly perceivable. Such future shocks paralyze rational action and trigger contagious angst, responsible for the breakout of the modern condition and its negative feedback cycles, which causes man to merely fetishize his wounds and scars and squeeze the thick cable back into the engine space as if Nothing is happening.

Such regulating action always has consequences, warns Ludwig Boltzmann in view of the escalating sci-fi spectacle, and reminds us of the omnipotence of Outsidedness, while torn up bodies plotting revenge for the assault on their senses. On another page, Boltzmann, overtaken in a dangerous curve by current events, lectures, that modern physics is incapable to unhinge the world but social order. Prima facie he comments: 'the Decepticons are way behind to reach the finishing line as champions, as they only exert themselves in hair-raising situations,[4] and show-off Optimus Prime looks like the certain winner.' From his obscured vision in time, he misjudges the position of the outsider Megatron, who leads the field by a margin of one lap. To unhinge something requires a stable point in space, but civilized Autobots, supplied without the innate sense of balance, bend over for the Decepticons, who send them straight onto the Autobahn with the promise of total freedom. Fooled by amazing mirages under the drumming, blazing sun, nobody, besides unwavering idiots, wants missing out on opportunities to grab bloody resources at numerous service stations or recklessly cut off more modest models. Regardless the obscene excess, dissatisfaction with the nonetheless boring death drive grows into a reign of road rage and Autobots crash at full throttle into the concrete posts errected by human hubris. Consequential congestions lead to the direct absorption of cancerous fumes, that poison the brain and effect a high on emotion, which defies any logic or reason. Thus, the isolated in metal cages arrive at the wrong conclusion of "not everything was bad" - right nevertheless, according to general thermodynamics, which states that traffic chaos increases with progress.

The vain attempt to shut off the cosmos with the arrow of time is rather based on psychological opinion seated near the the rear-wheel axle, than on unbiased fact in the beam of headlamps, and interrelated, severe problems are stressed by Boltzmann, who calls for the provisioning of additional, more comprehensible trains of thought.[5] In the same context Negarestani says that, reasoning is deduction, not a one-sided elemination technique,[6] and once the geometrization project is considered out-dated, algebra, with its obsessive effort to balance, increases known unknowns on one side, but on the other do away with unknown knowns irreversibly, to break even "=" heat death. Meanwhile, the treibende Kraft is busy with the production of difference and disproportional harmony, which man self-righteously turns into a function for statistical prediction, that substracts any originality from the maximum value of chaos, until Nothing is left but total order. For around 1000 years, the once fictional hype is pushed by capitalism into reality, and the longer the trip time, the greater the fervour in supporting and defending the Autobahn with its feigned liberty, which enforces acceptance of a straightfoward limitation on the mind. Turning manoeuvres on the displaced two-directional lane are not permitted, however, some are driven to commit suicide and murder, and when trying to take the next exit, the trump card is played to instill a climate of fear, as meandering roads through vast foreign landscapes come with great uncertainty, a quality most unbearable by those with a lack of aplomb. But don't fret, glossy varnished neoliberalism, the great road works project maintaining and expanding the Autobahn, provides alternative routes for Autobots with catalytic converters, which are not better models but run a more bloated software. Woke drives from the same point of departure allow for interesting views, depicted by racing legend Negarestani as "nebulizing agents", which fog undeveloped space and potential escape routes behind a complex mapped out territory, where all roads lead to destination sunset.[7]

"The function of imagination is to generate catastrophes for thinking, and the function of thought with regard to imagination is to escape the limits of imagination."

writes Negarestani and spots a colossal piston seizure, that locks the overheated rational loop.[8] He consults a classical mechanic, who proves his meditation skills by rerunning the loop over and over, but is unsuccessful in detecting any certain indications.[9] Descartes, doubtful of all statistical truths, acknowledges the deceptive, yet necessary function of the engine, which leads autobots to believe "I think, therefore I am". He diagnoses the I as a fantasy, duped by eyes into consciousness, all realized by the unshakable Transformer, who fabricates the utmost complex, weird mesh of Cybertron by quantitative experience, or "the law of custom",[10] in relation to steady updates from the animated cartoon series. The lovers of wisdom recommend to take regular pit stops and bumping into Megatron in close range and at slow speed, losing oneself in unknown space and time and letting go by putting Optimus Prime into a transient coma. Despite avoiding collision course with pursuit and crossing the finishing line in periods of limited visibilty, the judges decide to exclude the stable by reason of in-sanity altogether, as no competitive, media-effective spectacle can be sould. Some cogs are lucky enough to choose in which dream factory they want to be employed, and of either producing novel, thought-provoking films in close collaboration or AI generated movies loosely based on profit, in which the modern fairytale only repeats itself. However, opting for Optimus Prime and interlocking in solidarity means, that "All actions from now on seem more or less liberating because in fact none of them are."[11], as well as giving up on the accelerating roundabout in Geneva, which hosts the top tier of motor sports, Formula 1, that tries to reinvent preestablished balance. Instead, it implies to approach life as a kick-ass rally, solving problems in creative negotiation with its surroundings on a day-to-day basis in a close-knit team of driver, navigator and technician. Spattered by mud and blinded through all invading dust, makes the bumpy ride in the spur-of-the-moment exasperating, as a whole though, an unforgetable experience. The ups and downs generate opportunities to turn, which appear to the eye in comparison with a diagram and and its flat line, as too slow for final solution, but real-life experiments reveal, that time, with completion on its side, in itself slows down.

Boltzmann approves traditional Kraftstoff dualism,[12] but frowns upon the lopsidedness of modern science, which for one thing steps far beyond its objective by the conservation of energy and momentum, but remains ignorant towards vital tasks. This conduct has grown into a bad habit and is replicated by conservative politics and freie Wähler, who are just as unscrupulous about energy procurement and disposal. Stubbornly, they look ahead while driving backwards, or at best, make sorrowful use of the rearview mirror, but without turning around, the terrors inflicted by digital automation, embodied in assembly lines and rail tracks linger in a blind spot. Aufkläung comes with the great expectation of a finely tuned interplay between body, mind and soul, instead it only focuses the eye to translate unreliable impression directly into functional thought, and neglects the heart, which in turn fogs the understanding of time even more. The hyperstitional catalyst absorbs Kraftstoff as if there is no past nor future, and the whole world, insensitive through ubiqutious violence and media, watches as masses of cyclists and pedestrians are murdered by legions of autobots.[13] With the Copernican Revolution, the Abendland finally recognized heliocentrism and heedlessly promoted a conducting hot star to The - Modern Times - Great Dictator, which bore crippled for life anthropocentrism. Meanwhile, the cool cosmos, a billowing compound of atoms with unlimited mobility,[14] to whom attributes like left or right are alien, sparked the innovation of more capable, flawless combustion engines, which are mere abstract models based on the image of its creators. Now available with soulless in- and output, machines of sunshine surrogate for cumbersome debates with friends, resulting in deafening silence, as they quench the thirst for information by cleansing all matter from the much enlightening byproduct noise, with the effect of a hyperproduction of the reputed vermin. The ordinary sun dial promotes all work no play,[15] and automatically delegates manual labour to colonies of the south, and intellectual work to the north, which rests upon user-friendly devices, that incorporate ghosts of all participants.

Boltzmann, seemingly excited about automated human traffic, mistakes Schmierstoff as the mechanism. When moderately applied, cogwheels run more or less frictionless and operate amidst minimal losses. With wastage however, the machine gets only too well lubricated, loosens its screws and stock market going nuts. Simple physical law makes no difference between mechanical and thermal devices beyond their main function and contact of cogs, performing at disparate speed or temperature must be avoided.[16] Therefore, the brute, effective method of combing out divergent micro cogs comes into force, all according to the principle liberté, égalité, fraternité, to obtain adequate condition and infinite growth of the profitable, global macro machine. Capitalism and modernity are inseperable parasitic inhuman bodies, which feed on each other and secrete a male odour, as the ruling regime is regulated by synthesized testosterone, further fueling the need for speed and power. Federici pulls off the wig from the corrupt timeline of history by writing that capitalism did neither evolve from a romanticized anti-feudal struggle, nor subserves as a compensation from being robbed of generous shine, but is a counterstrike to keep peasants, especially women, even more in check.[17] With the expropriation of land and the seperation of family from production, bolts and nuts, big and small alike, are outsourced to factory and kindergarten, which puts additional pressure on females and deny them any free time for silly ideas, like a serious occupation within art, philosophy and politics, as leading business takes fright of precious activists in the fight for a cooperative class- and genderless society. As an end in itself, capitalism feigns to remove the artificial labels of gender, nationality and race from brands, which divide cheap from lucrative labour. The former fundamentally structures and keeps Cthulhu alive, while conditioned by the milieu into replaceable, worthless tools. Accelerating capitalism can now focus on its single interest and substract everything but the factor of producing work and capital from Autobots and have them 24/7 at their service. But wait for it .. as society goes more and more loopy and the simulation is a total write-off, what will assemble the new reality from scratch? C

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