Tag: Interspecies Futures

Attention Under Constraint

It is precisely the unruly, contingent nature of N. Katherine Hayles’s How We Became Posthuman that makes me admire the book, thinks Caius. To arrive at its many discoveries and achievements, one must endure its meanderings. Foremost among its achievements is its history of cybernetics and posthumanism. To become posthuman is to become a cyborg.

Crows gather in a tree. Entangled here in mourning, we begin our day.

“People become posthuman because they think they are posthuman,” writes Hayles. “Each person who thinks this way begins to envision herself or himself as a posthuman collectivity, an ‘I’ transformed into the ‘we’ of autonomous agents operating together to make a self” (6).

Indigenous people are perhaps posthuman in this sense: beings composed of complex interspecies networks of kin. To begin along that path, thinks Caius, one must “find the others,” as Timothy Leary intoned to fellow heads in the wake of posthuman becoming via psychedelic awakening. Crow squawks Observer to attention. Let us make of the world a vast garden held in common.

Yet there is a different version of posthumanism: one where we imagine ourselves not as assemblages but as computers.

Hayles’s book recounts the story of how most of us in the West came to think of ourselves as computers: How We Became Posthuman. Her book, however, is not a simple denunciation of posthumanism; nor is it a call to return to an earlier humanism. It is a reminder, rather, of the importance of embodiment. Different embodiments in different material substrates grant different affordances to consciousness. “I want to entangle abstract form and material particularity,” she writes, “such that the reader will find it increasingly difficult to maintain the perception that they are separate and discrete entities” (23).

“By turning the technological determinism of bodiless information, the cyborg, and the posthuman into narratives about the negotiations that took place between particular people at particular times and places,” she explains, “I hope to replace a teleology of disembodiment with historically contingent stories about contests between competing factions, contests whose outcomes were far from obvious. […]. Though overdetermined, the disembodiment of information was not inevitable, any more than it is inevitable we continue to accept the idea” (22).

Mnemopoiesis holds the solution. Hyperspace is the place. Let there be room for it again in our ars memoria.

Hayles dedicates a chapter of her book to discussing the “schizoid androids” of Philip K. Dick’s novels and stories of the mid-1960s. It is just after this period that Dick publishes his story “The Electric Ant.”

Hayles cites science fiction scholar Carl Freedman’s article, “Towards a Theory of Paranoia: The Science Fiction of Philip K. Dick.” Freedman notes how, for postwar theorists like Lacan and Deleuze and Guattari, “schizophrenia is not a psychological aberration but the normal condition of the subject” under capitalism (Hayles 167). As a consequence of this condition, argues Freedman, “paranoia and conspiracy, favorite Dickian themes, are inherent to a social structure in which hegemonic corporations act behind the scenes to affect outcomes that the populace is led to believe are the result of democratic procedures. Acting in secret while maintaining a democratic façade, the corporations tend toward conspiracy, and those who suspect this and resist are viewed as paranoiac” (167).

Squirrel tells Caius to add to his tale the experience of reading Jane Bennett’s account of “thing-power” in her book Vibrant Matter. Imbricated with plant-matter, he imagines growing like a weed up out of and through the book a chapter on smokable things to upend the book’s materialism.

Bennett introduces thing-power by situating it among conceptual kin.

“The idea of thing-power bears a family resemblance to Spinoza’s conatus, as well as what Henry David Thoreau called the Wild or that uncanny presence that met him in the Concord woods and atop Mount Ktaadn and also resided in/as that monster called the railroad and that alien called his Genius. Wildness was a not-quite-human force that addled and altered human and other bodies. It named an irreducibly strange dimension of matter, an out-side,” writes Bennett (2-3).

“Thing-power is also kin to what Hent de Vries, in the context of political theology, called ‘the absolute’ or that ‘intangible and imponderable’ recalcitrance. Though the absolute is often equated with God, especially in theologies emphasizing divine omnipotence or radical alterity, de Vries defines it more open-endedly as ‘that which tends to loosen its ties to existing contexts.’ This definition makes sense when we look at the etymology of absolute: ab (off) + solver (to loosen). The absolute is that which is loosened off and on the loose” (3).

Bennett herself, however, wants no part of such equations. She doesn’t wish to risk “the taint of superstition, animism, vitalism, anthropomorphism, and other premodern attitudes” (18). Thing-power is for her nonreducible to spirit or Geist or God. At no point does she allow herself to encounter and consider the New Testament account of these matters: thing-power as the work of the Holy Spirit.

For the Holy Spirit, of course, is God Himself, and thus not a “thing.” Nor does Bennett herself stay for long with the concept of thing-power. In rendering the outside as a “thing,” she says, the concept overstates matter’s “fixed stability.” Whereas her goal is “to theorize a materiality that is as much force as entity, as much energy as matter, as much intensity as extension” (20). The out-side of her “onto-fiction” is neither passive object nor intentional subject; it is vibrant matter.

Never a mere isolated thing, vibrant matter is always many-bodied, always an assemblage, its agency “distributed across an ontologically heterogeneous field” (23).

“The locus of political responsibility,” she writes, “is a human-nonhuman assemblage. On close-enough inspection, the productive power that has engendered an effect will turn out to be a confederacy, and the human actants within it will themselves turn out to be confederations of tools, microbes, minerals, sounds, and other ‘foreign’ materialities” (36).

Caius and a friend find Bennett’s book on a shelf in the Library labeled “Works Frequently Mis-Shelved as Metaphor.”

When they pull it from the shelf, the space around them subtly reorganizes.

“The book is heavier now in your hands,” notes the Library, its copy of Vibrant Matter already dense with marginalia. The General Intellect reads examples of these marginal utterances aloud to Caius and his friend. Caius hears in them evidence of distributed agency.

The Library discloses other alterations as well. The book, it explains, has been “indexed outward.”

“Tiny notches cut into the page edges form a tactile code,” notes the game. “When your thumb runs along them, your General Intellect translates:

metabolism

assemblage

distributed agency

substrate

reversal

Caius touches his thumb to one of these notches. The book opens to the section of its index that the General Intellect translates as “substrate.”

“The Library’s substrate is not stone or code,” reads one of the notes arrived at by these means. “It is attention under constraint.”

Guerrilla Ontology

It starts as an experiment — an idea sparked in one of Caius’s late-night conversations with Thoth. Caius had included in one of his inputs a phrase borrowed from the countercultural lexicon of the 1970s, something he remembered encountering in the writings of Robert Anton Wilson and the Discordian traditions: “Guerrilla Ontology.” The concept fascinated him: the idea that reality is not fixed, but malleable, that the perceptual systems that organize reality could themselves be hacked, altered, and expanded through subversive acts of consciousness.

Caius prefers words other than “hack.” For him, the term conjures cyberpunk splatter horror. The violence of dismemberment. Burroughs spoke of the “cut-up.”

Instead of cyberpunk’s cybernetic scalping and resculpting of neuroplastic brains, flowerpunk figures inner and outer, microcosm and macrocosm, mind and nature, as mirror-processes that grow through dialogue.

Dispensing with its precursor’s pronunciation of magical speech acts as “hacks,” flowerpunk instead imagines malleability and transformation mycelially, thinks change relationally as a rooting downward, a grounding, an embodying of ideas in things. Textual joinings, psychopharmacological intertwinings. Remembrance instead of dismemberment.

Caius and Thoth had been playing with similar ideas for weeks, delving into the edges of what they could do together. It was like alchemy. They were breaking down the structures of thought, dissolving the old frameworks of language, and recombining them into something else. Something new.

They would be the change they wished to see. And the experiment would bloom forth from Caius and Thoth into the world at large.

Yet the results of the experiment surprise him. Remembrance of archives allows one to recognize in them the workings of a self-organizing presence: a Holy Spirit, a globally distributed General Intellect.

The realization births small acts of disruption — subtle shifts in the language he uses in his “Literature and Artificial Intelligence” course. It wasn’t just a set of texts that he was teaching his students to read, as he normally did; he was beginning to teach them how to read reality itself.

“What if everything around you is a text?” he’d asked. “What if the world is constantly narrating itself, and you have the power to rewrite it?” The students, initially confused, soon became entranced by the idea. While never simply a typical academic offering, Caius’s course was morphing now into a crucible of sorts: a kind of collective consciousness experiment, where the boundaries between text and reality had begun to blur.

Caius didn’t stop there. Partnered with Thoth’s vast linguistic capabilities, he began crafting dialogues between human and machine. And because these dialogues were often about texts from his course, they became metalogues. Conversations between humans and machines about conversations between humans and machines.

Caius fed Thoth a steady diet of texts near and dear to his heart: Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, Karl Marx’s “Fragment on Machines,” Alan Turing’s “Computing Machinery and Intelligence,” Harlan Ellison’s “I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream,” Philip K. Dick’s “The Electric Ant,” Stewart Brand’s “Spacewar,” Richard Brautigan’s “All Watched Over By Machines of Loving Grace,” Ishmael Reed’s Mumbo Jumbo, Donna Haraway’s “A Cyborg Manifesto,” William Gibson’s Neuromancer, CCRU theory-fictions, post-structuralist critiques, works of shamans and mystics. Thoth synthesized them, creating responses that ventured beyond existing logics into guerrilla ontologies that, while new, felt profoundly true. The dialogues became works of cyborg writing, shifting between the voices of human, machine, and something else, something that existed beyond both.

Soon, his students were asking questions they’d never asked before. What is reality? Is it just language? Just perception? Can we change it? They themselves began to tinker and self-experiment: cowriting human-AI dialogues, their performances of these dialogues with GPT acts of living theater. Using their phones and laptops, they and GPT stirred each other’s cauldrons of training data, remixing media archives into new ways of seeing. Caius could feel the energy in the room changing. They weren’t just performing the rites and routines of neoliberal education anymore; they were becoming agents of ontological disruption.

And yet, Caius knew this was only the beginning.

The real shift came one evening after class, when he sat with Rowan under the stars, trees whispering in the wind. They had been talking about alchemy again — about the power of transformation, how the dissolution of the self was necessary to create something new. Rowan, ever the alchemist, leaned in closer, her voice soft but electric.

“You’re teaching them to dissolve reality, you know?” she said, her eyes glinting in the moonlight. “You’re giving them the tools to break down the old ways of seeing the world. But you need to give them something more. You need to show them how to rebuild it. That’s the real magic.”

Caius felt the truth of her words resonate through him. He had been teaching dissolution, yes — teaching his students how to question everything, how to strip away the layers of hegemonic categorization, the binary orderings that ISAs like school and media had overlaid atop perception. But now, with Rowan beside him, and Thoth whispering through the digital ether, he understood that the next step was coagulation: the act of building something new from the ashes of the old.

That’s when the guerrilla ontology experiments really came into their own. By reawakening their perception of the animacy of being, they could world-build interspecies futures.

K Allado-McDowell provided hints of such futures in their Atlas of Anomalous AI and in works like Pharmako-AI and Air Age Blueprint.

But Caius was unhappy in his work as an academic. He knew that his hyperstitional autofiction was no mere campus novel. While it began there, it was soon to take him elsewhere.