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2026-04-29 | 20XX Argot

20XX argot is a mix of slangwords from pacific, carribean, east asian, and other languages that have become commonplace across the globe. Use any of these words in any city and you'll likely be able to string yourself through any convo.

Luca - Shorthand for a dollar, money

Cher - Dear or sweetheart

Weón - Friend, mate, buddy

Gai - Foreigner, outsider

Jote - Player

Taco - Traffic Jam

Kòman - "What's up?", "How are you?"

Bo - Food

Dive - To enter cyberspace

Ride - Browsing the net, to hack

Mesh - A long range encrypted radio-band messaging device

Slinger - A traveling gun for hire, often with a western air

Solo - Shorthand for "soldier of fortune", a mercenary

Stalker - Spy, thief, assassin for hire

Slu - Private investigator

Rider - A hacker, netrunner

Techie - Adept in hardware and computers

Ping - To message over the net

2026-03-18 | Advertising in Cyberpunk 2077

Every day, we are inundated with advertisement. If you live in a city, your highways may be lined with billboards, or your subway walls covered with posters and screens. Otherwise you definitely see advertisement intergrated into your entertainment through product placement or sponsored segments, and through all the free services you can access across the web. It is very matter of fact in today's society that something is always being sold to you. Most of us probably think we ignore most ads, at least I did, but it's really not that simple. Even though you may not see an ad and immediately be compelled to purchase whatever it's trying to sell, the constant exposure to a product implants it in your mind. You may walk into a convenience store to buy a drink, and pick one because of a billboard of a soft drink you drive past daily. You didn't think of the billboard when you chose the drink, but your familiarity with the product and the brand compelled you subconsciously.

The classical depiction of a cyberpunk world often will include advertisements of sort, often neon signs or aesthetic billboards. Think of Blade Runner and the massive geisha billboard and the countless neon signs that litter the streets below. It tells the viewer that this is a world which prioratizes the corporations, but still allows for the soul of the people to shine through. Interestingly however, Cyberpunk 2077 almost breaks this decades long tradition.

The image of a persons head blown open in a mural of colourful gore, it's the advertisement for a food product in 2077. A vulgur, gory, and painfully brightly coloured image which breaks every convention the genre has created. And while a world like ghost in the shell would place the ads as pops of colour in a world of dull greys, browns and tans, the advertisements of Cyberpunk 2077 are placed in a cityscape blasted with color. It's almost overstimulating to drive through the streets of Night City. Even leaving the city, the advertisements follow you. Beacons shoot into the sky with a scrolling banner of advertisements that are seen from kilometers away.

In my attempts to create a world which respects the conventions of the cyberpunk genre, but break them in a way that shows the passing of time, I have come to the conclusion that the team at CD Projekt Red & R. Talsorian Games have done almost exactly what I strive for. A city where the neon is a dying breed on the verge of extinction, and almost every surface of the city has an advertisement on it.

A citizen of Night City likely has very little will of their own. When the entirety of their sightline is covered with advertisements that implant subconscious thoughts into the back of your head, how will they know that the choices they've made are entierly original or without influence. It is a perfect dystopia. Bright, colourful, commercialized, trying to sell you something. I envy the creatives that invisioned this world.

2026-03-17 | Thoughts about life

All my life, I have been bad at the things most common people do. I have always struggled with speaking and social interactions, I have always struggled with school and academia, I have always struggled with routine and keeping one, I have always struggled with keeping friendships and relationships, and I have never worked a day in my life. It was this last realization that made me think of who I am and what I am doing with my life. My dream is to become a writer of some sort, weather is be an author or a writer for TV or film, but considering my age and how little progress I've made on that dream, I am worried that I'll never fulfill it.

I have a hard time grappling with my age. Not that I am super old, but it is the fact that I am no longer at liberty to say that I have so much time ahead of me to figure things out. It felt like just the other day I was celebrating my 17th, but in reality it was around three years ago. I have no prospects, no interest in a degree, and I have no more time in front of me to say "It's okay, you have time", because I simply do not. The realization that not only have I never worked a day in my life as I enter my 20s, the fact that I have never earned a penny for myself makes it that much worse. I have been given everything I have, by family, friends or through grants by the government.

I fear that I will become one of the freeloaders who do nothing for society. I will sit in my room all day doing nothing of worth. The only difference from this potential future and my current life I lead is that I have the cushion of school to make me tell myself "I am doing something right now". But what about when I am no longer in school? I have no interest or drive to do much of anything. But I can't be seriously considering this... can I? The answer is that I am not sure, which is a fact I struggle with as well.

With all of these thoughts flowing through my mind, one keeps poking at me in the background. I am a trans woman, a fact I sometimes find absurd even to myself. I look myself in the mirror, and I do not see a woman. It's scary, like a living nightmare, to not recognize the face looking back at you. You multiply this with the fact that I do not know what I want and how I should feel, the conclusion I've come to is this:

I do not know myself. I simply go through the day like a drone, taking things as they come. It is incredibly damaging for me, because I feel I am ruining everything I've ever done for myself. The years of studying leading to a diploma I am on the verge of failing. A social circle I myself am destroying because I do not communicate. A familial relationship that's incredibly shallow because I keep so many of my thoughts so close to my chest. I do not know myself, and I do not allow others to know me. I sometimes dream of somebody pulling me out of this strange lucid dream to slap some sense into me, but I am not that age anymore. I am not a child who has parents and teachers to figure things out for me. I am an adult. I am an adult. I am, even though I don't feel like it. I'm not sure how I should feel about it. Is this how it feels for everybody?

2026-03-16 | The Net

20XX

The net, the matrix, the metaverse, cyberspace. Whatever the term may be, it is the common consensus that it is humanity's last collective frontier. Its origins remain largely a mystery. It fell into consumer hands sometime in the early 2000s when the first neural modems were put on the market. It's ever evolving nature and real-time response to human interaction and the data flow makes it a very enticing escape.

Theories:

• The net is a byproduct of world telecommunications network that has always existed in some aspects but remained unknown until it was rediscovered.
• It was an algorithm/program created to generate a digital landscape based on real time telecommunications data.
• It sits on a separate dimensional plane that we are only able to tap into and influence through digital means.
• It was a benign computer virus created by the US government in attempts to weaponize and control the then fairly young ARPANET.

When someone taps into cyberspace, they are not disconnecting their consciousness and sending it into the net. Rather, they are essentially sending out a drone tethered to the self to interact with the world of the net. This is why it is important to keep the tether, or connection, obscured. With the right programs and daemons, someone could follow your connection and spike you with trackers, neural viruses or even overload you with data in order to short circuit your cyberware or induce life threatening seizures.

In the net, someone can set up servers to host lifelike environments, portals to social platforms and armored data fortresses. These data fortresses are most often hosted by large corporations or tech savvy gangs to house their sensitive data or private bulletin board systems.

2026-03-15 | The Redpill - Class Consciousness in the Manosphere

Today I watched the Louis Theroux Documentary about the Manosphere. I felt it was a tough watch. All of these boys who are so obviously unwell or broken with concerns that are real being slowly broken down by very simple but honest questioning by Theroux. It is what makes him so good for documentaries like this. He keeps his composure and lets the interviewee speak (a praise he has gotten likely long before I was born). A lot of focus of the documantary was spent on a creator called HSTikkyTokky, a tiktokker, livestreamer and owner of an adult modelling agency. Through the lens of this man, we see and break down what a creator like this does, how they come to be, and what their beliefs are. It is however these beliefs that I would like to focus on.

Throughout the documentary, we see how the persona of a Manosphere creator can differ, from classy to sexy to conspiratorial. One thing that's unwavering is the 'red pill' or the 'matrix' concept. Originating from the 1984 novel 'Neuromancer' by William Gibson, the term gained mainstream noteriety in the 1999 film 'The Matrix'. Ironically an allegory for the trans experience, the 'red pill' was co-opted by the Manosphere to refer to someone who has left the 9 to 5 structure in order to build their wealth independantly.

Through this concept, we see the first hints of a class consciousness. HS acknowledges the class structure and the inequality between the working class and the ruling class. What is interesting about his viewpoint, and what makes the 'redpill' different from a true Marxist view of class consciousness is the perpective from which he sees it. HS, and others within the Manosphere, are trapped within the mental confines of capitalism, unable to see a future of prospering without the systems that first put him down.

Inadvertedly, HS and people like him are working the system as much as somebody who is in the 9 to 5 structure. The platforms and advertisers that host and promote his content benefit from its success as much as he does. But it is clear that this does not bother HS at all. Throughout the documentary, he projects this selfish ideology. It is apparent that to him, success only means money coming in. To what ends it does not matter, if it goes against his own stated beliefs or not.

Clearly, to be 'redpilled' is to acknowledge the flaws of capitalism and see the inequalities of class struggle, but use it to your own benefit in the hopes that you may be able to climb up out of the hole you were placed. But they will never reach the top, just above the rest of the people in the hole, thinking you're at the top.

2026-03-02 | Shōkera Intelligence System

The Eshi Corporation provides many services focused around security. From their ice to their armies, they are well known to be the top in their sector. Their most well known service however might be the Shōkera Intelligence System.

Being in use by corporations, intelligence services and police departments all over the world, the Shōkera System provides an analytical tool unlike any other, being able to create extremely accurate predictions of future events up to three years before they occur.

One can think of the Shōkera System as being the sum of three main parts. There is of course the software, which is licensed out to clients under a hefty reoccuring fee. The software is given a feed of information upon which it make its predictions. What differentiates Eshi's Shōkera from other similar software is it's accuracy. Out of all it's predictions, 96% have been accurate, with a further 3.2% being near accurate. This numbetr is constantly growing, aiming to hit 100% accuracy before the end of the decade.

The second part of Shōkera is are the servers. Built from the ground up by Eshi using proprietary hardware, it is where the data given and produced is stored. The servers are spread out across the world, with the two biggest being in San Francisco and Tokyo.

The final part is the data collection. This can be provided by the client themselves, but is often collected by Eshi themselves. With the corporation being a manufacturer of consumer goods, the security provider of multiple cities, and the largest single employer in the world, Eshi has a good amount of data collection point, all covering different areas of life. In the city of San Francisco, of which they are the sole provider of the majority of public services and have the largest amount of seats in the city council, a crime can be stopped often before it is even commited. They call these preventative arrests, and aim to bring it to all of their cities.

The Shōkera Intelligence System is one of Eshi's most valuable service, useful to stop crime, track down terrorists and in cases end wars. Let's hope it can come to our cities, so we can all be safe across the globe.

2026-03-02 | My brownie recipe

Through experimenting and taking aspects from recipes I liked, I created myself a brownie recipe I'm pretty proud of, giving a nice fudgy center and thick edges.

ingredients

> 300g of melted butter

> 300-500g of sugar

> 140g of cocoa powder

> 120g of flour

> 6g of salt

> 6g of vanilla extract

> 4 eggs

instructions

1. turn on the oven to 160 degrees celsius.

2. in a bowl, mix the eggs, sugar and vanilla extract with an electric handmixer until fluffy. choose the amount of sugar correlating to your sweet tooth.

3. in a seperate bowl, mix the dry ingredients.

4. slowly mix the dry ingredients into the egg-mix using a silicone spatula.

5. after having mixed thouroughly, pour the melted butter into the bowl bit by bit using a silicone spatula. make sure the butter is entierly incorporated.

6. into a greased pan, pour the batter and spread out evenly.

7. put into oven for 20-22 minutes

8. let cool before cutting.

2026-02-22 | Meltin' Pot Memories

a 20XX Story

Wrote this a long time ago. Found it again and thought to post it. Did some touch ups to read nicer.

Strange, it hasn’t stopped raining for the past four days. That usually don’t happen no more. Probably an omen for something, I don't know if it's a good one.

Used to be able to see the stars when I first moved to this city, but that was a long time ago. Now they're all blocked out by oppressive towers and polluted skies.

I have walked this route every day for the last twenty years. It’s always been the same, but the things I see on the way have been changing day by day over those very long twenty years. When I first got this job, I used to see a street performer on the corner of 7th and 42nd. I heard he was killed in a drive-by, the same story as many unfortunate souls in this damned city.

I remember when that building used to be a school. There was kids who would bunker down on the top floor and pretend to be soldiers looking out the window on the top floor. It was nice. They didn’t know any better.

There used to be a bakery on that corner too, one I always bought pastries from. The lady behind the counter was always nice to me. Her smile was comforting. I offered her to stay at my apartment when her mom died and they had to close up shop. I don’t know what happened to her, but she never did stay at my apartment.

This city is foul. It chews you out and spits you out like the filth you are. It’s a miracle if you make it out the other side. Very few I know have ever left the city, I may even be the only one. It's nice, sometimes. I used to travel to my parents' place upstate once every month, but I don’t want to anymore. It's hard being in that place.

Everyone dies, one day, it's just a matter of when. I hope to die soon, it’s long overdue at this point, but God still wants me here.

This job is cruel. They force you to do things you never wanted to ever think of doing. The promise of justice is nothing but babel. The police have been crooked for longer than I have been alive. Was too late for me to see that.

The first day on the job, fresh out of the academy, I was ecstatic to finally do something that mattered. Then the senior officers started talking, saying how I wasn’t going to get anywhere being a goody two shoes, that if I wanted to make a real difference I would have go under the table. I was young, and naive, but twenty years in the force has changed my perspective. They deserve punishment, or death even. But I can't do any difference with just my voice. So I am stuck, and I have nowhere to go.

That holo ad has been there for a long time. The company has probably shelled out a good portion of their budget for that ad spot. The image of this woman is hypnotizing. She stands in the same place at all day every day, lighting up the street below her with her unnaturally flourecent skin. She is like me, stuck, perpetually repeating the same animations. She is stuck, like me.

The city is strange. It is seen by many as blessed, and equally seen as cursed. The future thought up by the authors and historians of the 20th century is as far gone as one could imagine. The utopian towers and robotic servants are not here to hold us up to the sky and beyond. They keep us in, hold us from reaching the stars. The people are held in line to keep the machine moving, and I'm here to keep them in line. I want to break out of this cursed system and crawl my way out of this wretched pit. My dreams of taking down evil is gone, and I just want to leave.