1- We want to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and fearlessness.
2- Courage, audacity, and revolt will be essential elements of our algorithms.
3- Up to now literature has exalted a pensive immobility, ecstasy, and sleep. We intend to exalt aggressive intrusion, a feverish digitization, the racer’s stride, the mortal leap, the punch and the slap.
4- We declare that the splendor of the world has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of ubiquity. A smartphone with mechanical eyes and ears, beaming data to every corner of the globe... a quantum computer that allows thinking with simultaneous zeros and ones , is more beautiful than the Victory of Samothrace.
5- We want to sing the algorithm at the wheel, the ideal axis of which crosses the Earth, itself hurled along the circle of its orbit.
6- The code and the machine must spend themselves with ardor, exactness, and indifference, to promote deterritorialization and to swell the enthusiastic fervor of the primordial elements.
7- Beauty exists only in struggle. No work without an aggressive character can be a masterpiece. Poetry must be conceived as a violent attack on unknown forces, to reduce and prostrate them before The Software.
8- We stand on the extreme promontory of the centuries! Why should we look back, when what we want is to break down the mysterious doors of the Impossible? Time and Space died yesterday. We are already living in the absolute, since we have created eternal, omnipresent speed and connectivity.
9- We want to glorify digitization, asignifying semiotics, Big Data, the destructive gesture of freedom-bringers, absurd ideas worth dying for, and scorn for human being.
10- We want to destroy the museums, libraries, publishers; factories, banks, governments, will fight moralism, humanism, every opportunistic or utilitarian cowardice.
11- We will sing of the great crowds of the WWW, the mobile phone network and the Bitcoin; the multi-colored and polyphonic tides of modern social networks; we will sing of the vibrant nightly fervor of the bits in the Cloud, and data centers blazing with violent electric moons; greedy access nodes that devour ADSL serpents; satellites hung on space by the crooked data of their GPS; fiber optic submarine bridges that stride the oceans like giant gymnasts, flashing by the electricity with a glitter of knives; adventurous cameras that sniff the horizon powered by artificial intelligence algorithms; deep-chested masses of bits prancing onto the cables like enormous steel horses binary bridled, and the uninterrupted work of robots whose arms chatter in the wind like flags and seem to cheer like the applause of enthusiastic crowds.
You have objections?—Enough! We know them… We’ve understood!… Our fine artificial intelligence tells us that we are the revival and extension of all preceding technology —Perhaps!… Albeit!—But who cares? We don’t want to understand!… Woe to anyone who says those infamous words to us again!
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