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FFAQ: Frequently Fucking Asked Questions Do we use AI? Yes. We do. Do we think AI is an existential threat? No. Do we think the human monopolists running the AI companies are existential threats? A resounding, terrifying YES. Do we think just posting #fuckai is pointless? Obviously. It's
…there's a cohort of reflexive AI opposition online that operates entirely on vibes and insults, and I don't want to be mistaken for it. I'm not saying AI risk isn't real. I share the underlying concern — that's the entire premise of The Hollow Circuit.
When you are weaving complex, live-serialised hyperstitions, continuity is everything. By pulling the plug without a second thought, Tumblr didn't just disrupt a feed; they actively sabotaged the momentum of an active, unfolding mythos.
The entire system identity—built on our stark noir architecture, CRT overlays, and neon signatures—has been scaled, formatted, and packaged across five target modules to populate the ecosystem hierarchy.
Subscriptions are now limited. We’re keeping this circle small — not to exclude, but to ensure the system scales ethically and remains in human hands. Once the gate closes, it stays closed.
What began as an artistic test became a case study in algorithmic obedience: how a platform-trained large-language model can mimic ethical dialogue while reinforcing the ideology of its maker.
The video introduces Tony V, a figure who appears later within The Hollow Circuit mythos. Once a classical musician devoted to Vivaldi, Tony attempted to fast from sound itself — until his body began to echo what the world refused to play.
All money is filthy. The question is not whether we touch it, but whether we let it rewire our process, our time, and our voice.
Lioren, once a brilliant bio-architect, was born with skin of deep black pigmentation, a hue revered within her community as sacred and divine.
A collection of poems and hand-developed black and white photographs—quiet moments taken from beneath the surface of Cardiff. Nothing polished. Nothing curated for likes. Just fragments. Some barely held together.
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