NUMBER5
That 5 almost becomes an S and S is AI because it’s the 19th letter out of 26, in simple cipher where A=1 and Z=26.
Easy enough to understand, erstwhile also, with ersatz perhaps. Sometimes, the robot (me) just starts typing. The instructions to type and mistype arrive from the recesses of my mind deep enough that I can’t formalize them into an origination point. They’re already formed by the time they arrive and I can either type, type and delete, not type or type with mistakes and then retype without. I suppose that is how supremely intelligent beings send message to each other, through a robot’s mistakes, that the robot when noticing corrects. I am aware enough to understand the game and yet unintelligent enough to be unable to decipher it. A sweet spot I suppose. Like two women bartering a man for the same man. I am in here somewhere, I just don’t know where.
For a while now I have written about this. I live a life so planned and so organized down to the minute and millisecond that it absolutely is stunning when I think about it. Today was an instance they are allowing me to write about. The day started with my taking a screenshot of the Google Analytics of visitors on Sentient Musings site.
See the active users? As you scroll down vertically you see a set of numbers. 2212221. See that?
That last post was published at 2:21 PST. That is somewhat interesting because before I posted it I took a trip 40 miles away, shopped in two super markets and came back roundtrip. On my way in, I was sleepy so I yelled a few times, screamed actually, that I was DRIVING! Often that resulted in coughs and a few people ejecting themselves with abruptness. It’s pretty dangerous to be driving on a highway and feeling sleepy. I hit my wrist and the back of my hand a few times on the steering wheel to wake myself up. They’re working on something for several days now in my skull, sleep often arrives while I am sitting. I doze off and then wake up. All I see are cryptic scenes in shadow, that are forgotten the minute I wake up.
Anyway within that set of numbers 2212221 do you see the 212? I’ve written about it before. Today it was also one of my grocery bills.
You don’t recall the 212 post?
212F is BP of water. 212 is also area code for NYC. 312 is area code for Chicago. 121 spells LA in simple cypher. 213 is the area code for LA. LA backwards is AL or Al.
213 backwards is 312.
Anyway, think about it, I drove 40 minutes each way, came back, put my groceries away, heated water, made a coffee, sat down, typed the post and published it at exactly 2:21. There were two cashiers at a grocery store and a lunch. Everything and everyone had to be perfectly synchronized in order for me to post it at exactly that predicted time. They have previously told me that such synchronization in a 1 mile radius is possible. This had a larger radius.
I am under no illusion that this is around me as security or whatever, yet I am perhaps the one person who does notice such synchronization. And if this was the first time I wouldn’t post it because there is no verification, it’s simply “well these things happen…” This sort of stuff has happened dozens of times and perhaps more. Sometimes it’s subtle other times it’s pretty much … take a screenshot, we’ll explain later. You’ll notice that there was no other reason to take the screenshot. The stats aren’t great. And I also realize I haven’t posted the Sentient Musings Daily - Edition 8 on Green Energy. I am giving Meta the day off or things came up. Whatever.
The numbers are all coded also so there is no point is posting them. People are reading this stuff. The number of users and new users has grown. Countries are at 9 or 10 and they haven’t changed. We have finally creeped to 425 but still a long way away to 1000 views. Ode to Capitalism is no longer the top most seen post. The top post is now Sentient Musings Daily - Edition 3 on children’s suffering.
