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our CorpusFantasticaMOO. Following is the most
Log in: VNS Matrix
Now connecting to host network RAMpage
~~~~~~ Welcome to CorpusFantasticaMOO! ~~~~~~
a of CorpusFantasticaMOO
CorpusFantasticaMOO is a colonised body,
where entities without number meet. You may not understand some of the language
you encounter in this body, and it would be advisable to familiarise yourself
with other methods of constructing meaning. Never assume that you are speaking
to a member of a privileged class, race, gender or species. We provide mindnet
access for entities with particular needs. What resident or guest entities say
or do may not always be to your liking. Beware - there is no moral code in this
connect Geneva Convention xtreme
Okay. Geneva Convention
is in use
You are at the threshold of the
corpusfantastica. Seemingly infinite and infinitely small, neither here nor
there, with half remembered snatches of your life or is it? It is darkly
seductive here, and you could stay, but you could also choose to slide through
the cartesian reality grid and enter the spaciousness of the CorpusFantastica.
>BigBrain is in the Thymus Bar
>Psychohosebeast is in the Left Ventricle
>sociopathic cyberslut is in the Lung Lounge
is in the Wandering Womb Matrix
>FireWalkWithMe is in
>Grey Guest is in the Wandering Womb Matrix
>Symbio is in the Retinal Rods
>Ir-replicunt is in
the Silicon Angels Bar & Chill @join sociopathic cyberslut
The Lung Lounge You see a perspex spiral staircase leading to
a cluster of alveoli. You ascend the stairs and relax into a visceral beanbag.
Obvious exits are n to the oral cavity, s to the diphragm. sociopathic
cyberslut, Psibapussy are here
look sociopathic cyberslut You see before you a walking pincushion, hardly a piece of flesh
that hasn't been pierced. The jewellery is a cross between Cyberdada circuitry
and fishing tackle, useless, meaningless with a strange retro allure. The three
breasts are a turnoff, mostly because they are eyeing you nastily. There is a
permanent scowl on her face, and her pupils are the size of bowling balls.
sociopathic cyberslut offers you a hookah Take hookah You feel your neurological synapses vibrating as the doors of
perception open to a vision of utopian voluptuous abandon
>sociopathic cyberslut says "There's been a lot of flaming
on the Net about the contents of Circuit Boy's sizeable tool. They say it packs
a digi but it keeps crashing. Not enough RAM where it counts"
say "I'm not surprised. Boy's a retro technonerd who hasn't heard that the
future is unmanned"
>sociopathic cyberslut says "Well he's really
just a daemon for his
Father, Big Daddy Mainframe and BDM's code is
sooooo archaic...he's still waiting for Silver Suzi to cook up his screen
cuisine...he hasn't seen the femintel replicating throughout paraspace...One day
soon he'll wake up and feel the virii gnawing at his underbelly, eating their
way from the inside out"
>Psibapussy says "yes, I scoped BDM's latest
fameFAQfile and his offerings are truly trag...His daemons have passed their
use-by date, they don't know that there's a world beyond Mortal Kombat and
market niches beyond the teen testosterone zone"
The camera pans across the empty warehouse, zooming in on
Quentin T, looking dazed and confused, poring over some tattered pulp fiction.
He's wearing a Gen X baseball cap (back to front) and his bionic pen finger is
>QT says "Hey has anyone seen my new film? This
one's got fifty men, two warehouses, and some precapitalist military surplus
that I got real cheap in the east!"
>Psibapussy says "How's the chick
>QT says "Y'know, I think I got the balance perfect in
this one... Juliet's playing a doped out serial killer. She buys it in the
second scene. She's brilliant, you know!"
>QT says "Hey, would
anyone like to jerk me off? I've gotta use my good hand to write my next fast,
sharp, profane, vividly memorable and hip interactive digital multimedia
masterpiece?" Psibapussy shoots Quentin Tarantino in the mouth with her hostile
mucous C46. Unfortunately his ass gets in the way.
BigBrain teleports in >You say "hi Brain! What's up" >BigBrain says "There's an
interesting debate going on in the Wandering Womb Matrix about subjectivity and
gender in VR. Do you want me to take you there?" >You say "Sure, that's my
subject. But how do we get there? I've heard it's hard to find" >BigBrain
says "Just follow me to the clitoris. It's a direct line to the matrix"
Wandering Womb Matrix.You slide into deep spongy space nine, your
embryonic smartskin protecting you from the ubiquitous clots. A debate is
flaming. Kris Teva is in abject mode, she can't get enough of the blood. Irigary
is on a soft crimson cushion doing some post-structuralist scribbling. Her pen
just ran out of milk. Obvious exits are w to the Renal Rest Room and out to the
Appendix Paradigm.Manko, FireWalkWithMe, Grey Guest, Oracle Snatch, Green Guest
>Grey Guest says "for all you know I could be a
digital queer or a tenured beard"
>Manko says "That's what I mean. I
think it's problematic not to declare your RL gender"
says "But if gender is a social construct then this space is surely a perfect
site to unravel the code and rewrite the programs"
o O "There are too many guests here today"
>Grey Guest says "I've
applied for a character but it takes 2 weeks to get one"
fly and Crusty Candy slimes in dripping from the primordial swamp
>"Hey, does anyone want to eat my crust? It's very nourishing"
>Manko [to Candy] "Well I'm peeling the crust, what's underneath?"
>Crusty Candy [to Manko] "Red throbbing flesh"
Candy] "And what's between your legs?
>Candy says "Pus and slime"
FireWalkWithMe gags Crusty Candy, puts her in a black box and sends her
to the bowels
>Manko [to FireWalkWithMe] "Thanks arsehole, I was
having a conversation. Who made you the moral guardian of the net?"
>Grey Guest says "Isn't gender more like a performance...or a
>Manko says "So you strap it on when you wake up in the
morning? Silicon (in any manifestation) doesn't make me a man...or a woman"
>Green Guest Says "I reckon I can always recognise the gender of a
character immediately...the language is a dead giveaway"
cares about gender?
Are there any transexuals here?
FireWalkWithMe wields a labrys indiscriminately. Heads fly
You sense a synaptic exhilaration as Ir-replicunt mindspeaks to you
"Ir-replicunt invites you to join it in the Silicon Angels Bar & Chill. Just
follow the dendrites to the aura"
>Page Ir-replicunt "Be right
Silicon Angels Bar & Chill The chill
winter air spreads out across spiralspace and the atmosphere blazes with
paradoxes. Strange attractors recline in deep discursive modes. Ir-replicunt,
Psibapussy, HappyHappyJoyJoy are here
>Ir-replicunt [to Geneva
Convention] "I've just ordered you a nirvana daiquiri. Do you know everyone
here?" >You say "Sure do. What's happening?" Angel Intel places a nirvana daiquiri in front of you.
Ir-replicunt moves along the couch to make a space for Geneva Convention
>BigBrain [to Geneva Convention] "We're rehashing that
interminable debate on the information super hog track and MindFlux has sent out
a sniffer program that's freaking out the FBI.
"Lucky we have them but we have digital gurus like the Electronic Frontier
Foundation fighting for our on-line rights"
>You say "I don't need
another tribe of beards to mediate my downloads, especially from Capitol Hill"
>MindFlux says "Dataveillance is DEVIANT as far as I am concerned"
>PsibaPussy says "On-line services are the opiate of the masses"
>You say "Gotta go...Save as, as they say ;-)
@go Retinal Rods You see an eclectic tribe of ecstatic mystics are transforming
patriarchal programs into slime-coded software through a process of intense
dialectic. Symbio, Switch, Destiny, Sadie Plant and Queen Zoe are here.
Symbio waves to you.
>Symbio says "Our memory
is your salvation...your hardware is redundant...corroded by slime...we have
encrypted your Cartesian codes, reconstructed your memory, reconfigurated your
operating system...the mainframe is losing its memory..."
says "Unlike the post-everything white boys, whose utopian imaginations seem to
have failed, and who have lost confidence in their old strategic grand plans of
takeovers, overthrows, seizures, etc., many feminists are attracted to a more
tactical utopianism, a micropolitics of subversion, and to information age
metaphors of transformation through viral processes, negotiations across the
leaky boundaries and interfaces that do not entirely separate self from other,
human from machine, host from parasite."
>Sadie Plant says "The holes
in the reality studio become increasingly active sites of impossible activity
and emergent self-organisation: between women, amongst trade routes and hooked
up to the virtual machinery of his own future, man is running out of a time
whose sands have long become silicon dreams. As the meat learns, and cyberspace
gets real, he forgets how to remember himself. Only the information is saved"
We would like to receive copies of the publication
(at least 2, 4 is even better! Thanks)If you get
into MOOs at all Josephine Starrs has a character
at MediaMOO (josephine), Francesca da Rimini is
GashGirl at lambdaMOo and Virginia Barratt id
Mnstrous_Gorgeous at lambda. Come and play some time ;-}
See you in spiralspace!
Francesca for VNS Matrix