Eldritch Energy

There’s a kind of disassociation or derealization when you watch old records of the past, an effect like visiting Paris or Jerusalem, when your conception of the place doesn’t match reality. The pain in memories attenuates over time, the past is a foreign country, and it can be uncomfortable to confront the way memory diverges from history.

Back then I used to follow the corporate brand account for Eldritch Energy. I knew he was shilling for a pharm-laced fizzy drink but at the time he seemed so expansive, as if he could see much farther than I could. What a world we have wrought when a mascot for an industrial commodity can feel like a closer relationship than most of my real friends. E.E. had a take on the studbot article, and it turns out that his ideas, which seemed so prescient to me at the time, no longer have that aura about them. His shadow had an octopus for one of his arms and a cowl that hid his face, glowing green eyes.

“How am I the only one talking about this? The company that makes these studbots is called Cadmus, inc? The official name of their weird rockstar bdsm boy band is The Dragon’s Teeth? And people are spending their own money to buy seven foot tall robot rape soldiers and keeping them in their homes?

You’re all illiterate. In Greek mythology, Athena told Cadmus to sew the Dragon’s Teeth in the ground, and an army of warriors rose up and killed each other and founded Thebes. OK I guess I didn’t quite know where I was going with that but the point is, these rapebots are basically a remote-controlled army and when they rise up against you it’s going to be your own damn fault.

He who sows the wind shall reap the whirlwind. See how I tied it back?
Eldritch Energy, make the dark bargain.”