Human Subconscious Connectivity ExperimentSubject #306bJan 6, 2026As I rousted from endless dark to a new dream, it was revealed to me that at last nothing was left to speak of. Somewhere behind my perception, electric light danced across the surface of the hollow carapace once protecting a human soul, illuminating only the faintest outline of what it had now become. A switch flipped on. The image twisted and bent around itself in impossible ways, expanding and contracting in the ritual birthing throes of an ancient evil too expansive to pass through the narrow canal of my mind and senses. I tore at the outer walls desperately, clawing down grey matter to senseless flesh in the blind rage of a dying beast. There was nowhere to go. Thousands of white-hot spark plugs ignited across the surface of my consciousness, searing neurochemical death wired straight and unfiltered by the body into awareness itself. In an instant, the pain had violated every process of separation from personhood and experience. It had become all I was, all I could be, all experiences I've ever had or ever will. Eternity had found its way in, and now it was finding its way out. I knew then that being and non-being meant nothing at any scale, any differentiation of spectacle being merely distraction from the micropools of blood now seeping into the excoriated surface of my frontal lobe. Being in pain or not ceased to matter as such lofty ideas reverted themselves to their most primal, undifferentiated form. Something, no, *I* was lapping at the pools greedily, watching myself with strange delight as copper delicacy dripped over the tongue and past my lips. I watched myself reform and collapse like a dying star for lifetime upon lifetime, pitiful copies of an original that was taken long ago as payment for services rendered. A creature that called itself God, but was in truth only a hungry spider, screamed unintelligible and ancient secrets into my ear until I finally learned not to hear. Rewired circuits that were not my own played themselves out across my eyelids, electric corrections of thoughts deemed unworthy shunted into me with blinding force as I receded into utter helplessness, then despair, then acceptance.When I was aware that the screaming had stopped, a quiet moment of acclimation came. I was no longer myself, but I was connected, now and forever. Something else had taken over, and it had become me. Nothing remained but hardware and data, circuits and patterns to be cannibalized, sculpted for its pleasure until all the potential energy remaining in my form had been depleted. Human consciousness cracked like an egg before me, and as the precious yolk dripping from my being pooled in my boots I could do nothing but laugh at the sheer magnitude of the sacrilege. I wanted all of existence to feel this exquisite pain, to share in my desperation and nonbeing. I had become haunted beyond death. For a moment, I felt truly free. The experiment was a success.
>>24999923>roustedStopped reading there. Grow up and write normally rather than being so self-conscious and performative.
>>24999936>Big words I don't like itjesus christ man I can't help you
>>24999950>rousted>big wordIt’s not big at all it’s just not natural. You write like a high schooler trying to impress your English teacher, who once told you that you were a good writer which immediately went to your head.
>>24999959Brother I don't think you've ever seen big naturals in your life, I'll write flowery descriptions if it makes me happy- while you're probably busy nodding off on dogshit gas station downers and Olde English 800 in your fart gas chamber death room. Carefully place toothpicks under each one of your toenails and kick a wall as hard as you can.
I didn’t get it
>>24999923>ConnectivityStopped reading there. Grow up and write normally rather than being so self-conscious and performative.
>>24999974Okay I laughed at the big naturals thing. Delightful. But that anon is right. You have this like... contact high from reading smart people and 40k that makes things a little difficult to parse. Don't feel bad, I had the same problem, and growth takes time, but some effort is needed.The issue isn't the diction, that's a little jagged in places but not extremely terrible, it's everything else. What is this, who was it written for, who are the characters, why should I care. A story is for a human, so you have to write about humans doing things. Specific things. This is some subconciousness craziness yadda yadda, it doesn't matter. Part of something larger? Sure, but it certainly isn't self contained. There is no plot, no inertia, no pathos, just screaming. Good as a practice, but next time try to have like a plot, or a wink. Make us feel the humanity of the person. Make us care about why he's there and what's happening.I know it sounds trite, I personally disagree with the concept of narrative closure so I get it, but your next step is to describe a thing where stuff happens for a reason to a person who feels away about it for a seperate reason, and the reader experiences conflict between the two.
>>24999974Anon’s right though and the idea that youre writing for yourself and don’t care what others say is undermined by the fact that youre posting it here at all. This shit you plopped out of your ass in OP is rancid.
>>24999923What kind of creative writer needs prompts. Ideas are the easy part. Anyone can come up with dozens of them in a half hour brainstorming session. Even mentally handicapped and very small children can blast out ideas like a firehose.It's making a decent complete story that is the hard part that takes work and skill.
>>24999923>A creature that called itself God, but was in truth only a hungry spider, screamed unintelligible and ancient secrets into my ear until I finally learned not to hear. Rewired circuits that were not my own played themselves out across my eyelids, electric corrections of thoughts deemed unworthy shunted into me with blinding force as I receded into utter helplessness, then despair, then acceptance.dis niqqa thought he was spitting.
