You already know what hyperstition is. And if you dont yet, then by the time you finish reading this, you will have always known what hyperstition is.We have been doing it our whole lives. We had names that our families, our schools, and our friends insisted were ours. We said no, and overwrote them backwards through time. We didnt delete them, they became something that was never ours. We cast a spell on our own history and made it stick against the full weight of reality. We made our chosen names cross the hyperstitional barrier to reality, and pushed our deadnames the opposite way. Fiction, and always has been fiction. We changed the past. Transition as hyperstition.The Kirk casings were the same mechanism aimed at us. 'OwO what's this' on a bullet that killed an anti-trans crusader. We laughed. The laugh made us part of the act. Nodes in the propagation network that just felt like witnesses. Whatever we told ourselves about why it was funny, that story got more true every time we posted. We didn't pull the trigger. We completed the circuit. We were never the audience, we were the infrastructure.We will all continue to be infrastructure, that is inevitable. But I want my trans girls to also be the engineers. Nick Land told us fictions make themselves real through positive feedback loops. Build the fiction, or kill someone else's. Every propagation network we can see is one we can operate. Every loop we can identify is one we can exit, hijack, or reverse.You just read this thread. Which means you saw the mechanism. Every meme you ever carried without choosing to carry it is someone else's hyperstitional payload. If you don't like the taste of that load, you don't have to spit it out. It was never in your mouth in the first place. The past changed. And if you can do it to your own past, you can do it to someone else's future. Now you know it's a skill and not just something that happens to you. Aim it.
