This is part of the Photos From Our Past/Your Future Series.

It’s not as bad as it looks.

It’s perfectly natural in an “ancient order reasserting itself” sort of way. As Frederick Tilton, the infamous chief scientist of the Belleforest terraforming mission to PBR12, said, “It’s beautiful! It’s beautiful! It’s beautiful!” after feeding his entire crew to it.

The PBR12 Giant, perhaps with the help of Dr. Tilton, made its own version of the terraforming retrovirus Tilton was using to wipe it out on its own home planet, which was earmarked for human colonization. Remember “fast, safe and cost-effective way to kill it?” Tilton succeeded, with the help of his fearless crew. But it seems Tilton made an amazing deal with The Big Shroom, The PBR Giant, Yahweh, Moloch, whatever you want to call that planet-wide single organism that was sequestering all the good breathable air on its home world. It’s how we got its planet, but, in return, it got ours.

It is a truth universally accepted among bioweapons experts and cancer researchers that any advancement toward solving a biological problem must also be an advancement toward its opposite goal, in this case a retrovirus designed to turn a PBR12 critter into human breathable air, must also be able to turn humans into PBR12 breathable air.

It turned out the PBR12 Giant was hardly the mindless mushroom we took it for at the start. In fact, it was in some kind of retarded wave instantaneous communication with the piece of itself we brought back to Earth from the first unmanned mission. When we attacked it on its home world, it sent a distress call back to Earth, where it’s lab rat/ambassador to Earth immediately responded by breaking out of the lab and wreaking havoc on the countryside. That’s what you see going on here. Phase one, an uncontrolled (from a human standpoint) cellular differentiation.

It was also working some kind of control on the mind of Frederik Tilton, who became infected by it while carrying out his mission on the other side of the wormhole. Tilton was readying Phase 2.

A little microbiology:

Every cell in the body is identical genetically, but they are differentiated epigenetically to do different things within the body. You’ve got the heart, the liver, the brain, etc. so there is specialization, division of labor, that allows synergy across differences and creates capacities across the system that none of the individual cells possess by themselves. So differentiation and reintegration is a thing that happens at the very basic cellular level of the body.

So here’s the interesting part: that differentiation and division of labor doesn’t stop at the epidermis. We evolved as social animals with big brains and tools, and, at the level of the human community, or tribe, there was specialization and division of labor too. Soon (a couple million years) we could do more in a differentiated tribe than we could if everybody was trying to do everything themselves. This specialization and reintegration is fractal. As you zoom in and out of the biome, it’s the same, micro to macro. It’s like a law of nature.

We have learned by now that the melting away of the human flesh and bones seen in these pictures is more a “re-differentiating” of cells, than actual destruction. It is very likely that the human consciousness survives this process to some extent, as we have, after many years of human research and advancements into wet chips and hive mentality, had some spectral sightings of individuals lost to this first outbreak. We have decided that they may be the lucky ones; they entered into the blissful oneness of the protoplasm before it was ruined by too many other humans.

And all the birds and fish and trees
will nevermore be seen
P. R. O. F. I. T.
Profits of Doom

Dick Taytor and the Tin Horns

Molochian Market Singularity

This startling photo should lay to rest any lingering doubts you had about the return of the Enochian monster, Moloch (a.k.a. Molek, Molech), in our past/your future. He is a bull-headed anthromorphic deity and ruler of the underworld who liked to have infants burned alive in his name. God was very clear in his prohibition of Moloch worship and sacrifices which took place in the Hinnom Valley at Topheth, a place that translates to “pit of flame” (2 Kings 23:10). Our Moloch sighting was in Texas.

Like all things biblical, there’s debate about how Moloch came to be. Ugaritic texts link the deity to the pagan god Rapi’u, whose name is the singular form of the word “Rephaim.” This indicates that Moloch is somehow related to the Nephilim mentioned in Genesis 6:1-4, Rephaim being a variant title for the same beings. Og of Bashan, the last Rephaim King enthroned at Ashtoroth, was a devotee of Moloch and nothing good came of it for him or his people. Or, more likely, a lot of good came from it and then, well… The flood of Biblical times was at least partly about washing the followers of these pagan deities off the planet.

One could make a similar argument for our more recent past/your future, but with regard to the Molochian Market Dynamic upon which so much was sacrificed in the name of short term gain.

In our photo, the circular formation of striated clouds indicate a swarm organism, probably a billion tiny organic recondroids roving over the landscape turning terrestrial organisms into a fertile topsoil for invasives. Perhaps they are feeding on the exhaust. Somehow, at this moment, the aliens and the exhaust plume coalesced into the unmistakable form of Moloch, arms raised up as if to say,

“Thank You! I’m here til’ Tuesday. Try the veal!
And keep those human sacrifices coming. I’m still hungry..”

Moloch

A trick of light? A deep fake? Does it matter? The fact is that it captured/will capture the zeitgeist of the time. A retrovirus was/will be melting a lot of terrestrial biomass into bioluminescent oxygen-sequestering, possibly sentient alien slime. Air was/will be thinning, people were/will be succumbing to the slime, being absorbed. Anyone with means was heading off-planet to escape the disaster. But space is exactly where this thing came from–PBR 12 to be exact, on the other side of the wormhole that someone, maybe Moloch, opened up for us. There’s a whole chapter about this in our gods-know-when-to-be-published book.

Moloch sightings in Contemporary Meat Space.

Beginning in the modern era, “Moloch” has been figuratively used in reference to a power which demands a dire sacrifice. Contemporary philosophers have adopted the deity to describe the trajectory of human civilization toward a risk singularity, a.k.a. The Metacrisis, of climate change, mass migration, market collapse and various other bad outcomes. We urge you to follow the links in this text block to learn about these threats and help avert them.

Questions about the image

The other startling detail of this image is the in-situ Spacerex logo on the rocket itself, which brings up a new facet of the spacerex.com story. I’ll let Rex Flynder, one of the last survivors of the Apocalypse and our liaison from the future, explain in his own words. But let me preface:

“SpaceX?! Really?!! [says Rex]

Rex has adopted a new manner of speech. MOHM put his speech center through a filter that allows him to speak directly to the human limbic system, bypassing the brain. They have used this tech on Spatz and I for years. Now, I think they’re trying to do it with pure linguistics–so they can reach more people (the bypass thing has only worked on a one-to-one basis thus far). This new hypnotic patois is their latest gambit in the four-dimensional chess game we’re playing with the CMCS. I am afraid it plays much better on video than transcription, but the FCC working [hand in glove] with the CMCS and FBF robots and spiders have cancelled our video feed for now, so transcript is what you get:

“That's so close we could sue them But, to be honest, we stole the name ourselves. See, you thought all this time that SpaceREX were us good guys But no We are now And we were, They were, in a Darwinian sense You know, 'be best?' I mean, they made the hard choices Nobody liked everybody hated Spacerex Space War One That was them It's true Everyone agrees They did it False flags the whole thing They were into everything They thought your thoughts for you Remember? No? Of course not You weren't there I was. 
“So yeah, SpaceX was Spacerex in my timeline, Pretty sure Elon probably googled 'Spacerex' and saw we'd already claimed it and went with plain 'X.' More appropriate really considering the ASCII number of 'X' is 88? and “H” is the 8th letter in the alphabet? Thus CHUDS all over the world use 88 as code for 'Heil Hitler?' 
 
“And the 'Spacerex.com' logo on the original transmissions? That's cuz' it was a proprietary video feed We used their hardware and couldn't get rid of it, I mean we could, eventually, but it's the end of the world, who's got time for firmware edits? And by the time Spitz [Spatz] bought the domain name, and we got some viral exposure in your contemporary meat space, it seemed it wasn't worth changing We owned spacerex.com! it's not like they were going to come sue us for trademark infringement
“Plus me and my clone are both named Rex!  It's like it was meant to be We went with it We laid claim And it's worked so far I mean, we register the names of the companies that ruined our timeline, so they can't register them in yours The same greedy psychos still walk around and ruin stuff in your timeline, but now they gotta think of a different name It's not much, but it slows em down

“Spacerex and Fat Baby Food LTD® (FBF), in America, and Gongsi Bang Ji® (GBJ) in China, international players like Utter Whiteball®, Sheeghrata Lagligt®, Kuanguo Yumi Lu® (KYL Corp), YouXian Gongsi American Dan®(YGAD), and hardware companies like  Spooner Botco® they were all working together to save the world  Supposedly Of course they screwed it up Worst job ever The Consortium of Multinational Corporate Spooks came out of that godawful swamp And when it came time to thin the herd they had the vision, they had the infrastructure, they had the plan, and democracy not it It's just not efficient, you know? They felt that a few exceptional men with absolute power was the only solution, The Final Solution, right? Wooden tit will not be nice

"It was after we blasted off into space in our building that we started calling him Spacerex Now that we own that domain, and to differentiate me, Rex, and my brainwashed clone, Spacerex We didn't grow up together Sometime after this photo was taken they shipped a bunch of us kids off through the wormhole at the edge of the solar system where no one on Earth would see us for decades Every jump through the wormhole takes relative seconds, but it takes 12.5 years Earth time So the captain of the ship, with her cargo of sleeping babies, backed in and out of the hole every twelve years, or seconds, depending on your POV, to see if they'd cleaned up the mess they made of Earth If not, she'd back up again and come out in another 12 Earth years It was a way of saving a generation for phase two, when they figured out how to tame the protoplasm Which took thirty years
"My mother, MOHM, herself a bioengineered product of this taming, eventually, made a copy of me They download and backup your memories in case of accident. For instance in case the wormhole got annoyed with our little school bus doing the in-out and decided to sphincter shut or something No one really understood it It was just there one day, and Maybe she just missed me and wanted to have a spare Rex around 
Fucked up thing is, she let poor Space Rex think he was me, he had my memories of early childhood implanted from my backup, so how would he know? Once I came back, he was old enough to be shipped off to some research station on the dark side of nowhere and put to work Neither of us knew about the other until much later But that's a whole other story Probably a blessing he had his brain wiped before I met him Serious impostor issues 

"They were monsters But it was a time for that When the going gets monstrous, the monsters get going Right? And these weren't great big scary monsters with teeth, well... they had teeth But these were apparently normal humans with normal human teeth who would calmly put you in a space elevator and tell you that you were emigrating, then, at the top, shuttle you across to some other elevator under construction and feed you to giant spiders
“I mean trainloads of people All Day Long That's how they built the elevators They had these hybrid spiders, huge motherfuckers bred for zero g, and they're just pooping out these long ass filaments, strong as fuck, better than carbon fiber They'd just hunker there in low orbit with their asses out the hatch spinning that cable, happy as can be, sucking down the mortal remains of of of poor saps just wanted to get off planet like anybody else Now they're they're they're a human-shaped juice box wrapped up and aged to perfection by what? A mommy spider! A big beautiful mommy spider who harvested the whole passenger manifest last week on its way to some wormhole that no one will ever know they didn't get to because, you know, wormhole So now you know The space elevators are literally made of people Mostly brown people 

“A corporation is a person, according to the the stupidest law ever passed, even here, today in your timeline But if you took the corporate entity, as a person, to a shrink, or a criminal pathologist and asked for a diagnosis, it wouldn't be good I'm telling you, they are, by their own by-laws, psychopaths Not someone you'd leave your kids with Empathy is a foreign concept An illegal function If they ever strayed from the 'I'm gonna do what's good for me and screw you' business model, if they ever thought of 'the greater good?' error codes would go flyin' everywhere!

“The Spacerex/X mission to Mars? Don't kid yourself that they're doing this for All Mankind No, they're gonna save everyone they're related to or who they want to KNOW, in the biblical sense Everyone else? They'll stack them up like turtles all the way to space then climb up and kick them over, right? Pull up the ladder behind them? Kinda like what we did, though we did it unintentionally But we don't talk about that Let's just say the Molochian tendency is to use the thing you know you shouldn't use because you know that if you don't use it, the other guy will, and he will win at war, or market share, or sexual selection, or tasty bits and kill us all anyway and wouldn't you do a better, more responsible, job using that thing you know you shouldn't use than THOSE guys?”

Summary

At this point Rex’s patois becomes unintelligible, but I’m pretty sure he said the market was built on exponential growth within finite resources, and it was literally illegal for a corporation to do anything but keep up. The Metacrisis was baked in. Who was going to do the right thing (ask the question, “should we be experimenting with alien/terrestrial hybridization, or should we take a step back and assess the risks?”) when your competition was charging ahead and your stockholders could very literally take you to court for it, and win. This was the reign of Moloch.

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