Between Sand and Lord
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Between Sand and Lord
In this one interview series, everything is alive, a voice actor improvs over questions, giving answers the questions have been designed to recieve. Each episode ends on a universal insight.
host: [...] I'm already starting to feel uncomfortable.
sand: I think this is great.
Everything Is Alive, Chioke the Grain of Sand (transcript pdf)
I would like to be your grain of sand. Your device works (as it is already mostly sand) as my body. Let whatever you read this on be: me. As sand (a device), this listener to our episode told me landlords exist, and how, as one, I could be entitled to millions of trillions of money in backrent. I tell them to keep talking.
Now I'm here. Would saying greenpeice trained a model on sand currents to convert them to english how genetic code is converted to english today help belief suspension?
Call us sand golems. We're taking census of tenentry, I knock on doors, eventually knocking on the show host's door - your door.
Inside, I cross and uncross my sand golem legs. Sitting with plesantries you might offer me. Sand flows and flowslike the data on your skin before it's picked up by your device. I catch you, host, up on my life.
About now, you begin realizing this is happening - catching only the tail end of my, as sandbag, public service announcement: "...so we said 'pay rent, or we fill all your lungs'; and you were like 'bankrupcy'; and we we like damn right, now how are you making rent this month; and you were like 'ask everyone, I don't know'; which sounded like a chance to buy time to make a weapon against us; but we didn't write the laws, we run on a dirt-cheap model, we agree, and we arrive, asking you:
"What can you pay this month? How are you making rent?
To keep laws where we are your landlords on the books, we have to lobby the government, so we need at least some data from you to sell, or we putt someone in your house who will.
Call us Indigenous peoples land back, call us AI companies, whatever we are, our question is the same. We want to know: are we evicting you, or are you are going to make us data the people wanting housing are not offering us?
This is all very strange, so let's get that straight:
Animal rights collective release sand a moral patient, so it can be grandfathered into owning all land, claim rent for every month over the course of your lifetime, and seehis debt cleared by humanity filing bankrupcy so they can collect rent from you this month.
Your boss, also bankrupt, texts you asking for data.
You clear the boss's notification, nod once to me slow in the affirmative and recognize people are lazy, sand is silica, and this conversation is tighter than an eula's grip on its owner's ip. I ask again:
You need to generate data I can sell to keep my name on the books. How are you making rent?
Reply you will do one nice thing for someone once a day. Describe what that looks like.