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Chrome"Chrome is an obsession, a dangerous drug that pushes you further and further into the horrible spaces of Techno-Lust. I suppose it?s like necrophilia for the Nu-Age...[T]he old joke about ?cracking open a cold one? that used to do the rounds has subtly shifted. In the beginning, psychologists said it was a violation issue. Something to do with the nasty old dominance game of rape. The Machines were Virgin-Nuns that ticked that urge, the unprotesting sex-slaves of those capable of indulging their darker urges. Possessing the Machine, owning the very things that made it function, dirtying the shining creations over and over again, restoring them to pristine wholeness ? this was the first step. Humans violating Machine. It couldn?t last. Now, things have changed, and those who love Chrome are both the Violators and the Violated?? ? Excerpted from: ?The Diaries of Harry Cochrane?.Chrome is the solid shining metal, the reflective mirror that humans see their faces in, without the ripples of water, the distortions of reflection. The original material or sculptable metallic beautyIs it any wonder that chrome was the original cyberpunk staple? Yet we look at the cyber-aesthetic, created in those grim future realities that our own has sneaked by. Those worlds of metal and flesh which are now supplanted by biotechnologies and infesting plagues.Cyberpunk is forgotten, so they say. No longer a future ? becoming just another fantasy-space. There is however, some disagreement amongst the scholars of cyber-culture, stirred by the re-discovery of the scribbled coffee-stained notes of the man known as Harry Cochrane. Originally found in a roadside hotel in 2001 near Birmingham England - bound loosely together with a spine of creaking gaffer-tape - the Diaries approximately three to four hundred pages in length.Regarded as a work of fiction by the enterprising young waitress who found them, the intimate details of a man?s life within a world subtly different from the then status quo were exposed with a brutal, almost uncaring intensity.Upon the submission of a typed up manuscript to a well-known publisher, the Diaries simply disappeared, despite their seeming marketability. The waitress in question also disappeared shortly after their submission. Rumours abound as to what exactly happened to her, everything from death to becoming an exotic dancer in Chicago.There are those however, who insist the truth is far stranger ? that there was merely a visit from a well known figure in an influential occult order. It is said that parallels may be drawn between the meeting of Theodore Reuss and Aleister Crowley in 1910 ? with the subsequent initiation of the latter into the OTO ? and the disappearance of the nameless waitress after that meeting.As ever in such conspiracy theories, no names are mentioned, though cyber-historians eventually hope to unearth names for the individuals in question, even if they are discovered to be mythical personages.What happened to the original text and its edited manuscript counterpart in the intervening period is a matter for conjecture. What remains is the indisputable fact that there is an underground movement in today?s society that social historians suggest is a movement towards Cochrane?s World-Aesthetic, albeit by slightly different means.It has been subtly intimated that the Diaries are not merely a divergent future echo ? or even a fiction created by a fertile mind, but rather tunnelling mechanism to allow a line of escape/entry into the n-dimensional hypersolid of the perceptual-actuality universe. Similar to the Necronomicon, the Diaries are a cultural-gloss delivery system specifically designed to target particular portions of the matrix of the hypersolid.The world of the Diaries and the original classical cyberpunk aesthetic it uses as source-material is thusly not a fantasy-space rendered so by technological and social divergence, but in actuality a hyperstitional entity-complex. Such an entity is a Phantasy ? taken from the word Phantasm to emphasise its illusory and ghostly nature.As a ghost-reality, it co-exists alongside the current, reified living reality. Necromancers have long made deals with such ?hungry ghosts? who, desperate for shape and life, perform the will of the summoner.Such things are hyperstitional in the most definitive form, solely desiring to make themselves real, to change places with the living.But where singular entities such as these are ghosts, the Phantasy is in fact an entire World-Aesthetic. Rather than being a discrete singular entity, the Phantasy pushes towards the real-dreamhood of maya as a complex. Thusly, multiple entrance-exit tunnels are must be formed, possibly bound together to form an umbilical cord. Once this cord - this network of fibre-optics or ideological linkages or other suitable metaphor ? is made, the ghost-reality begins the long road to fruition, slowly moving from Phantasm to flesh, drawing nourishment and resources from the Matrix (Mother) reality. Slowly, the Phantasm incarnates, first as simple base-line functions, then with increasing complexity, until it is finally able to self-sustain. At the moment of Birth there is fundamental danger to both Mother and Child ? and in many cases, both die, signalling collapse of consensual beliefs and Apocalypse. Without intervention, the likelihood of Mother-death is significantly high, resulting in the Newborn being Alone and developing in the Wild.Such Wildling realities often contain the components of the Phantasm but their structure is often significantly different due to the need for self-preservation and its inherent mutations based on the needs of Maximal Functionality.Even if both Mother and Child survive, the Child will eventually achieve independence of the mother ? albeit somewhat affected by upbringing. In this case, remnants of the previous reality still exist both in terms of memetics and social genetics, Eventually however, unless confronted with something that results in its early destruction, the Child outlives the Mother, and without interference, becomes the Primary.So it is that the classical cyberpunk is not made manifest at the pace it was suggested/created by those who first gave it concrete form, but instead the possibilities change in accordance with the actuality.The Diaries therefore are a Work, a drawing together and pushing forth by the Phantasy into Reality ? a seed, a kick from the Foetus-Possibility to stir its Mother into acknowledging its existence and suitably caring for it in order to bring it to term.As mentioned before, the manuscript and original disappeared. Given recent advances in technology and subsequent legal backlash against so-called alternative life-styles in certain territories, the author of this article wonders if perhaps the battle between the Mother?s immune system and the fertilized ovum is not already taking place.If this is so, then we must ask ourselves whether the disappearance was in fact a suppression due to the extreme nature of the life and world of Harry Cochrane, or rather something else. Perhaps the story of the occult leader has more to it than simple conspiracy theory ? and in fact there are hidden fertility technicians out there, wise in the ways of overly active immune systems. Could they be engineering ova even now, or perhaps developing exo-wombs to allow incarnations without interference?Whatever the case, the Diaries deserve further study.