Georgee, now fully possessed by the oracular Sybil, is brought deep into the Necropoli del Simulacro, a synthetic corporate graveyard where human beings are memorialized and commodified simultaneously, to attempt a peek behind its screen.
"But this is all the impersonation of life. The real movement is not from death to any rebirth. It is from death to death-transfigured.”
“A few keep going over to the Titans every day, in their striving subcreation (how can flesh tumble and flow so, and never be any less beautiful?), into the rests of the folksong Death (empty stone rooms), out, and through, and down under the net, down down to the uprising.”
“….a million bureaucrats are diligently plotting death and some of them even know it….”
-Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow
This simulation of life/ Is the obfuscation of living death/ Meant to shield the eye/ From atrocities that would take your breath/ This cheap imitation of life/ Is the complete negation of every death/ Meant to trick the eye/ To not see them breathing their last breath
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