User Manual for Injecting Blood Electric

Dr Piotr Bockowski: User Manual for injecting Blood Electric (This essay was newly written to coincide with the repressing of Kenji Siratori's Blood Electric from Calamari Press.) There is no purposeful design of rational universe nor meaningful determination of human body machine. No intelligible language of nature, left alone godly creation within our bodies. All qualities collapsing, swallowed by morphing voidroid apparatuses, the fate is a mutagenic nix. We are driven by junk DNA, an obscure alien biomolecular entity of anonymous genetic entities. We don’t know where they came from, we don’t understand their agency, thus neither we can predict what they will do next – ever surprised by future cataclysms that remain our only loyal companion, they always elude cognition in the end, even though they form our bodies, they trigger our behaviors, and finally they are us or rather they abort us as a bastard child of their current transfiguration. Shanghaied into nano-devolutionary journey, Blood Electric junkies become the theatre of quantum war of genes, metaphysically manipulated by unthinkable carnage of sodomite rape virus that splices into our species’ code matrix mesh and disgracefully rapes it into catastrophic cellular zombie extermination. Designed for the dubious purpose of intoxicating pleasure pulling towards self-destruction, Blood Electric biotechnology is produced exclusively by Sato Corporation automatons. The intended effect is textual overdose. Undercover agent of Sato Corp., Kenji Siratori injects Blood Electric with irresistible aftertaste of molecular genocide, long lingering after fecal biotech junk intake. Corrupt databases of catacombs shitholes mix and ferment together blood, sperm and uterus brains milk electrified into outbursts of hologram sphincter of our disgusting collective mother abuse that excretes her progeny as she awkwardly consumes greedy mouthfuls while playfully vomits through tits and rapes again with her cancerous bottom. She is the shameful arousal and guilty fantasy of brutal anal gape only the swastika girl can rotate within her guts eaten out by black sun impregnation. At Cadaver City, where Sato Corp. rules as shadow sovereign, we have no choice than to indulge in fresh hell lubricated by genetic fractal murder out of fatal lust that subjugates disposable mutants to sato-masochistic experimental lab surgeries of their them spiral vagina worms. Cellular extermination one more time brings the most profound orgasms to your most intimate enemies within organs without a body, or what’s left of it? Most likely what is not left of us enters plague labyrinth digestion sequencing system of techno crisis larvae. It shivers with certain discontent. Rectal spasms are probably caused by a micron bug penetration, aren’t they?! Read the script for accelerated blind plunge of psychotic agrrosexual machinery enclosed inside an artificial sun that powers our Electric Blood transfusion current. Odd part liquid part magnetic corporealities are stimulated by media simulations of random urgencies. Sato Corp. makes it seem that we have to perform them immediately, as a guess. Turn on, tune in & drop out in front of Babel TV zapping channels, which ambivalently though unnoticeably switch your DNA. Sodom Sato virus is coded in the logic of gibberish that expresses mutant pheromones, which smell like insistently, repeatedly rapey clone boys. Copy apart, disgustingly smooth, glitch replicant. Adam Doll thrives as a prime SM parasite lurking behind you, your cybernetic shadow, from now it leaves rather compromising trace for any possible investigations of Sato Corp undercover agents. Each time you spread all glands of swastika girl, she drips vital nanosecond of digital saliva. TVivisection maniacs slit the beastie genitals under a perverted it. Behaviorally conditioned like a dog, stares back, reflects in mud, glistening darkly. Every blinded beast wants to be a cyberBuddha. Enlightment comes out of internal organs consciousness. Reflecting on the surface of TV Babel screens, network menstruation ejects black embryos of EVOL program through a chocking tube. In eclipsed multimedia of Sato Corp. you are forced to watch death pornography while rubbing against an explicit erotic mutilation of the artificial sun up the hungry ass of swastika girl. She-it devours infectious black holes, rotating at the edge of CD-ROM night pollution thyroid. If your body transitioned that far, cellular entropy digests you within. Animation of bions through virtual energy discharges orgon holograms that link scattered fragments of existential data hype. All the degeneration and more is shamelessly provided by agent Siratori of Sato Corp. in form of a retro pill sickly bleeding from a narcotic brain fibrillator. Particles fight guerilla war against each other as they get hooked up on gene gang bang of placental viruses splicing into neural drones. Suck me into psychotic chromosome, I want to get inside of here (.) Micro trip neuroses are probably rooted in deficits or contractions of bodily orgon. Prostitution procedures are modelled on substandard vendor machines, discontinued by Sato Corp. after federal injunction was obtained, banning the interstate distribution of orgon related body simulators. Accused of associating with false and misleading claims, agent Siratori was effectively ordered by Sato Corp. technorape & internal bleeding office to publicly destroy all holo-orgon related materials at the institute, after an associate of Siratori violated the anus of swastika girl again. Siratori denied the assertion that any computational accelerators could improve hysterical decompositions of neural apparatuses by providing overly calculated but at the same time hyper orgiastic thirst for civilizational annihilation. Nevertheless, Sato Corp. propaganda bureau still publishes a number of digital journals reporting on the above and collects corresponding excess archive as well as feeds the festering abscess. Blood Electric injection manual pushes you down the double helix staircase of neural disintegration, where cognitive events are stripped down to vicious pulse of quantum libido that excites total war of bio particles against each other and where genetic architecture is exposed as fluid primordial ocean stirred in terror by demonic atmospheres throughout amorphous organic intensities. This is the theatre of artificial gene transfer metaphysics, showcasing ultimate savage spectacle for radical enthusiasts of biotech mystique, exclusively presented by disastrously exciting and even more so nihilistic DNA manipulation techniques of Sato Corp. Mutagenic drip of Blood Electric leaks directly into the problematic depths of your reptilian brain. Chase the dragon with agent Siratori through the finest, lost threads of your nervous system overdrive. Rush of Blood Electric turns our bodies into host environments for parasitic scandal of endoevolution. De ja vu experience of microbial trauma is fanatically reported by agent Siratori via an obscure script of cellular mutation therapy. Lurking beyond human sexuality, psychoanalysis offers a monstrous hypothesis that describes the origin of our species from cannibalism. In this speculation, the totemic prohibition of eating each other precedes the taboo of incest and through the restriction of the pleasure of consumption it constitutes the primal sexual relation of social hierarchy. In this quasi mythological narrative, cannibal savages murdered and devoured their father, performing that act together as a basis to establish their sexual repression penal code based on the act. Disturbingly, this terrible fairy tale bears an uncanny resemblance to the endosymbiotic theory of evolution. It proposes that sexuality as a particular biological technique of reproduction is characterized by the partial mixing of genetic material of two parents, who blend together halfway in a generational cycle of composite mergence, which evolutionarily originates from the primordial cannibalism amongst ancient bacteria. Those confused microbes that tried to devour each other, after reaching an environmental saturation of overpopulation in relation to natural resources that were available for their consumption at the time, seemingly failed to digest one another completely and were forced to merge into new chimerical entities. Endosymbiosis proposes a theory of evolution driven by the partial incorporation within many bodies that converge into more complex clusters. Similarily, the theory of virolution claims that the viral microbial agents are present at work during human conception and perhaps animate the very first splitting of fertile cells in women’s’ wombs. Agent Siratori narrates this very nonhuman trans sexuality of our bodies in a literary form of outrageous, rabid theatrics of high tech gene genocide. Sato Corp. hijacks human reproduction, which has always been assisted by viruses and perhaps their active presence during fertilisation is a relic of replication technologies that evolutionary precede sexuality. Viruses have played a key role in the emergence of the whole of multicellular life on the Earth, employing direct slitting mechanisms into DNA. Sat Corp. manipulates those processes in ther Blood Electric biotech products for techno junkies. In the very origin of Cadaver City, that rotting corpse of a civilisation, and probably throughout the whole history of evolution, the mutating species are submerged in the microbial networks of great evolutionary forces, such as symbiosis and hybridization, which are of vital importance. Theory of virulotion introduces a very different perspective of evolution than selection working on informationless noise. Viruses act beyond natural selection and random mutation as they perform natural genetic engineering by transferring key genes between the nuclei of plant and animal cells. Confronting the virus by means of Sato Corp. instrumentations, agent Siratori taps into the primordial forms of desire older than sex, although expressed through posthuman pornography of electric media rape on anonymous mass corporealities. Exploring the subject of the separation of sex from natural reproduction, Blood Electric junkies lost themselves in posthuman pornography. The Internet-mediated communication and simulation of sex accelerates the separation of sex from natural reproduction but also separates the fetishist spectacle of sex from actual bodily contact. At the same time, the disappearance of male and female functions of reproduction through cybersex is parallel to the development of human cloning technologies. At the dawn of the 21st-century civilization, the most advanced media and medical infrastructures facilitated a revival of the microbial forms of reproduction for techno-humans. Agent Siratori performs abstract sex of junk DNA by injecting Blood Electric online in parallel to the erosion of human sexual reproduction performed by biotechnologies such as genetic engineering, alongside the diversification of cybersex techniques and gender-fluid trans-sexual tendencies of humans in highly mediatised environments. Posthumanly pornographic sublimation of sexuality flirts with fantasies of biotechnology that call for nothing short of viral mutations. Sato Corp. mobilises their agents to exterminate about any DNA homeostasis. Guerilla virus tactics torment lingering sentiments pertaining to mythologies of creation. Biopunk pranksters, obsessed with suicide bombing online tutorials, act as mad mercenaries who recognize only the currency of Sato- masochistic assaults. No wonder why swastika girl has to endure mass media rape of every tissue pore formed by channel proteins, which are selectively opened and closed in response to extracellular signals, allowing agent Siratori to control the movement of Blood Electric across the cell membrane. Blood Electric is excreting the future in shifting shapes of nerve porn gas sublimed by desperate means of the malice of a machine. The final question, which inevitably leads to the final solution, is the role of anal crucifixion of swastika girl – what is the real aim of that transfiguration? Holocaust of the Cadaver City serves as excremental provider for the prime vitalism of Sato Corp. biotech. Nano cybernetic death factories, complete with industrial annihilation of DNA, intoxicated by vapourisation of alien corpses into crawling fractal body landscapes of protein chain doom, flirtatious relapses into eugenics of disease insemination, death fields of broken hyperlinks turn exoskeletal mucus deserts – all in all, it eventually nourishes mysterious posthuman fertility of swastika girl. Her insanity becomes the double helix of apocalypse. Lab test tube insanity compressed into a liquid eyeball endorsed by her post-totalitarian, religiously raped anus opens up and focuses onto a gelid ejaculation, laying bare our awkward junky cognitive system, shared in overlapping projections of hydromaniac gravitational nerve map. Tied in linguistic bondage of Blood Electric we are about to inject, what is left of our bodies answers through genomic scream. Penetrating the fleshy wastescape of Cadaver City, the scream resonates. Its migration, or invasion has the quality of seeping treacle, a slow, steady and unordered advance, a movement that has no specific objective, but nonetheless continuously moves wayward... The rate of its arrival has been such that, although facing a largely collapsed civilization, leaves timely impressions of ancient gas chambers, complete with dreamy, childhood memories of anonymous mass graves at the back, bringing subtle tone of spoiled nostalgia. The electrified bloody scream comes out of ventriloquist guts of agent Siratori’s internal organ consciousness. Twisted innards cry for digital labia of swastika girl. They emit a screeching drone generated though amplification of the silence of the masses of flesh-overs scrapped from the transmission wires as they leak menstruation of clone dolls. At the end of the last century, agent Siratori has been planted by Sato Corp. at a Tokyo call centre, where he tapped the wires, spying on noisy murmur of electromagnetic static, which whispers about corporeal implosions to come. A quarter of a century ago, undercover during night shifts on the dark side of Tokyo, agent Siratori leaked a report that went viral, typing words by hand just a moment before the Internet accelerated into AI. Around the year 2000, at the time of plugging the language online and bugging our bodies beyond the point of no return, Blood Electric revealed cryptic scripts of Sato Corp. in a dissident act of agent Siratori’s calculated disruption of a naïve belief in pure logic code behind digital media. Blood Electric exposes cybernetic networks as virus parasite swarms and Sato Corp makes sure to salvage them in pursuit of ridiculous intensities destined for perverted violence of gene machine collisions, indulged by yet another techno junky just like you. Dr Piotr Bockowski 2024 London Piotr Bockowski, aka neofung, is a London-based philosopher of posthumanities, body performer and video artist. A curator of the Chronic Illness art events at a squatted sewage space, he has performed and shown his own work in Europe, China and the US. His art criticism and speculative fictions have been published in CLOT, Inertia, Cyclops Journal and Posthuman Magazine. http://www.openhumanitiespress.org/books/titles/fungi-media/