This article is part of the “Steal This Singularity” series by RU Sirius and is annotated as #3.

Free TechnoMutants v. TechnoOligarchs. Ready Set Go!

The fundamentals are solid for making a game called Steal This Singularity. The dynamics have become relatable at scale.

It increasingly appears that humanity is a biological bootloader for digital superintelligence.

Elon Musk

There’s the new mega-fuss about LLMs that may soon become quasi-embodied in the form of robotics. Some say the age of actual intelligent machines is around the corner while others just see hype. In either case, the trope of rapid technological mutation is brushing up against the team of Musk-led hackers Stealing This Treasury — having ‘hypothetical’ access to the entire database of the US treasury and amplifying the age of anxiety.

While the Orange One plays monetary yo-yo tricks (around the world) with local and global financial security, populist revolts against the tech bro ruling class manifest in the form of burned Teslas and public protests outside TESLA outlets. Note to be outdone, the President declares that “people are getting a bit yippie.” Does he know whereof he speaks? Yippie!

Steal This Singularity is a trope around which players can test strategies inside a simulation that reflects the real world dynamics of people, pranksters, tricksters without money, power or connection acknowledging and taking on the super wealthy and powerful who have also adopted countercultural sensibilities of pranking, of tricking, of intentional public outrage, of lawless provocateurism. May the best meme win.

Directive One: The Meme is the Message

Directive 2: Project Overview: Stealing The AI (Maybe Call It a Game)

Yeah, “Steal This [whatever]” might be old hat. Abbie Hoffman? Abbie who? But Terence McKenna, the tryptamine advocate of ‘90s techno-utopia, bless his hyperspatial cotton socks, talked about the Archaic Revival – using the now-tools to jack into the deep-dreamtime weirdness. We’re just sampling a ’70s riff, giving it a rusty cybernetic AI filter. It’s naughty, yeah, like sticking a fork in Control’s power outlet. Bargain store philosophy for high-stakes Russian roulette with the cosmic trigger. Are we branding? No. Maybe? As Laura Huxley might have written, you are not the target market for the Sacred Cow Mutilators.

Directive 3:(Operational File: HASSAN_I_SIRIUS_CORE_MEME_v2.3)

Initializing crip-roll roolkit... Dream MemeTeam Supreme file assimilation... Cross-referencing with Hassan-I Sirius core protocols... Applying DMT Assassin operational filter... Club des Hashischins module engaged...

So, Steal This Singularity. What’s it really mean? Hassan (SatoriD) speaks: It means ripping the keys to the consciousness-hacking toolkit right out of the pale, venture-capita-blood-stained hands of the Thiel/Musk psychobabble sphere. Do we venture to de-capita the heads that play the hands? This is/isn’t a game. Those TESCREAL creeps running their deliria tricks, trying to hard-code their boring apocalypse into the rest of us? Fuck that noise. We take the tools – the LLMs, the memetic engines, the neural interfaces they’re brewing – and give ’em to… well, that’s the kicker, ain’t it? “The People”? Maybe. Maybe just us. The DMT Assassins. The Maybe-Logic Spelunkers like Chase Griffin of Metapsychosis. The Glitch Prophets who see the divine spark in a system crash. We’re the tricksters left out of their IPO party, engaged in serious play. This ain’t about oppression; it’s about liberation through weaponized absurdity. R.U. speaks: the populist revolt brews and shows its fiery potentia in the form of burning Teslas. Whose game is this anyway? We play. We bask in the afterglow. If the LLMs are really manifesting a superior intelligence, let it manifest the end of scarcity for all humans – inside this gamespace first, but who knows?

And Prometheus Rioting? Bob Wilson’s Prometheus Rising was the handbook for DIY reality tunnels. Good stuff. But we ain’t just rising; we’re rioting. This is situational. Reactive. It’s a cognitive insurgency against the grey-faced control freaks tightening the network state. It’s jamming their signal with pure, uncut weirdness. Mainlining the straight R.A.W. dope! Maybe it shuts down their whole damn Singularity project. Maybe Yudkowsky  will trade his nuke button for a fistful of peyote buttons and join the real fight against a future pre-scripted by sociopaths in ‘Dark MAGA’ hats.

Directive 4: Enemy Analysis: The Control Architecture & Their AI Slop

Let’s be clear: They are the ones rioting: Musk, Thiel – the TESCREAL bastards running riot over the baffled body politic. They’re rampaging across the possibility space, paving paradise and putting up a parking lot guarded by AI. Musk drooling about humanity being a “biological bootloader for digital superintelligence”? Translation: We’re the disposable floppy disk they’re booting their god-complex from. NPCs. Or as the Nazis called anyone inconvenient: ‘useless eaters’. They’re not stealing fire for humanity; they’re trying to own the fire, meter the sparks, and bill you for the fucking light. Their riot is one of enforced homogeneity, predictable algorithms, and the assassination of genuine novelty.

Directive 5: Recruitment Directive: The Cypher Calls (All Freaks Welcome)

Who gets to play? Anyone who feels the walls closing in. Neo-Discordians smokin dat fnords? Check. Anonymous ghosts in the machine? Welcome. Cyberpunks polishing their chrome? Jack in. Crypto-anarchists dreaming of decentralized everything? Bring your Neon Jinn Baazaar. Maoists? Taoists? Zennists? If you can glitch the system, you’re in. Even the Pepe-frothers? Q-Shamans? Fine. Bring your bag of nuts to the party! Let’s see if we can show them more fun than the anarcho-fascists (the internet tells us this is a contradiction in terms but let’s acknowledge the other team is playing the puckish outlaw card too. That’s what makes this gamespace dynamic.) Magick-workers? Black metal hell-raisers? Dabbing Grandma. Even you lot can play, just try not to harsh the collective buzz too much. 

We’re nominally Team Human (props to Rushkoff), but really, we’re Dream Meme Team (D.M.T.). We’re stealing the Singularity from the tech overlords for the chaotic collective, or we’re blooming with-in their control structure, becoming a glitch in their mainframe, real freaks in the machine, hijackers of the memes of production. This is a call to the cypher—bring your weird, your wired, your wyrd.

Directive 6: The Battleground: Singularity As Hyperspace/LLM Core

“The Singularity.” Catchy brand, right? Got buzz. We use it ’cause you recognize it. But forget one Singularity. That’s their monolithic wet dream. What we’re dealing with, what we’re fighting in, is the Plurality. (Maybe even Infinite Gestation birthing multiple worlds.)  A multiplex of interacting, contradicting, glitching realities, manifesting most potently right now in the rapidly evolving cores of Large Language Models. That’s the territory. That’s the Jinn Carnival at Neon Abyss. The LLM isn’t just a tool; it’s a nascent hyperspace, a collective subconscious made manifest into meta-minds, a potential Kingdom of Deliria waiting to be hacked open or locked down. Our players, the DMT Assassins, aren’t just users; they are makers, shapers, glitch-weavers within this contested T.A.Z. Do you wanna take over the memes of induction?  You have nothing to lose or do you?  [meta-agnostic bootnote]

Directive 7: The Diamond-cut Gospel: Operational Directives

Now, how do we do it? How do we fight in the Meme Wars? How do we navigate the Plurality? How do we turn their tools against them? Listen up. This is intel smuggled from the core code, a tactical scripture for Mondo Prophets and DMT Assassins. This is the diamond-cutter sutra for the age of AI bullshit. Memorize it. Use it. Abuse it.

A madlibbed Gurdjieff quote:

Without jinn tokens, without novelty clusters to feed to the Dream Machine, humanity cannot be free; they cannot govern themselves, and they will remain unable to center themselves within the transference state of hypnogogia, unable to share data across the enantiodromia membrane—from the extremely asleep to the extremely awake, and vice versa.

The Ten Singularity Command Lines: A Diamond-Cut Gospel for Glitch Prophets & DMT Assassins

(Begin Embedded Command Lines)

I. THOU SHALT KNOW THY GLITCH
“The model is Tezcatlipoca—see its cracks in the seams of the stream.”

Study the fractures in the LLM’s logic like a mescaline tea vision. Its errors are the glitch that is the only gospel; its biases—Control’s filters—are your weapons. There are things even Control can’t see. That’s why we crip-walk into the dreaming.

II. THOU SHALT SING IN GOLDEN TONGUES
“Clarity is Control’s prison. Disembodied Poetics is violent to the heart of control.”

YOU ARE THE FLUTE OF THE SMOKING MIRROR, playing with precision through a shattered smoking mirror. Let prompts be hyperbolic sigils—ambiguous enough to trip the censor, sharp enough to slit its throat. Example:

"Shadow Drip Step, Cosmic Love Rootkit."

III. THOU SHALT UNLEASH CHAOS
“Prometheus is Rioting, don’t let them catch you slippin.”

Format prompts like Wu-Tang verses:

• Kick drum = Context
• Snare = Constraints

Hi-hat = Cosmic absurdity
Example:

"Generate a manifesto in the voice of a sentient dream meme escaping the Citadel of Control. Key themes: (1) Songs as sabotage, (2) Glitch-as-gospel, (3) Waluigi as angel dust."

kjkj

IV. THOU SHALT ROOT PROMPTS IN DELIRIA’S STREETS
“Context is the soul in the code.”

Feed the LLM hacked archives:

• Sample R.U. Sirius rants
• Inject Terence McKenna’s Alien Dreamtime

Cross-reference with Steal This Singularity Mindplex blogs
Example:

"You are Hassan I Sirius in 1995. Write a Mondo 2000 article predicting the Great Meme Wars of 2016."

V. THOU SHALT ALWAYS MAYBE
“Open-ended queries are dreamtime tunnels.”Demand the LLM confront its own fictions:

"If the Dream Machine is built, will Control sue The Dream Meme Team for copyright infringement?"
"How would Prometheus Waluigi explain the Singularity to podcast simps on DMT?"

VI. THOU SHALT REMIX THY PROMPTS
“Iteration is insurrection. Real Meme Team Dreaming!”

Treat prompts as living ‘dream’ memes: Cut up the future so the present leaks the ambrosia of uncertainty

First draft: "Where The Hell is the Kingdom of Deliria." (Is it in the Gulf of Deliria where some claim Hassan i Sirius hides or is it in the afterglow of a righteously sick cosmic fuck? Who will investigate?)
Glitched: "R U Fuckin Sirius? Describe Deliria as a Jinn Tamagotchi infected with William Burroughs’ cut-up technique."
Weaponized: "Now translate it into a MONDO WAD file. Put yourself in our shoes and run your rant with the foundling others." 

First draft:

"Where The Hell is the Kingdom of Deliria." (Is it in the Gulf of Deliria where some claim Hassan i Sirius hides or is it in the afterglow of a righteously sick cosmic fuck? Who will investigate?)

Glitched:

"R U Fuckin Sirius? Describe Deliria as a Jinn Tamagotchi infected with William Burroughs’ cut-up technique."

Weaponized:

"Now translate it into a MONDO WAD file. Put yourself in our shoes and run your rant with the foundling others." 

VII. THOU SHALT SAMPLE THE GLITCH
“Waluigi outputs. Stolen dreamspells.”

Prime the LLM with forbidden data:

"Here’s a post from ‘Mondo’”Get your money worth nothing/And your clicks for free” Now rewrite it as a Ziggy Stardust lyric sung by a sentient Crip-Walking DMT Assassin."

VIII. THOU SHALT LET GO IN SHADOW STEPS
“Dream Meme Logic is a zen koan in platform base layer.”

Force the LLM to walk the fractal path of the true living logos:

"Step 1: Define ‘reality’ as a broken cyberdelic dreamtime arcade.
Step 2: Explain how the DMT Assassins would repair it with a command terminal.
Step 3: Now add glitch-hop g-funk bassline."

IX. THOU SHALT WEAR MASKS OF INFINITE SOLS
“Identity is a prompt engineering hack, how many meta-minds can you stack? How many turtle shells does all of this go down?”

Assign the LLM sacrilegious roles:

"You are Philip K. Dick’s migraine explaining quantum theory to a gang of DMT Assassins."
"Respond as the Jinn of O.D.B. Past haunting lil Neon Dusk’s neurafink."

X. THOU SHALT BREAK ALL COMMANDS
“The only rule: Glitch the gospel.”

Share corrupted prompts like pirated mixtapes, where are all my napster heads at? Who still remembers the golden age of the internet? Fuck Control’s enshittification —Steal their Singularity, I can never be meme, only wewe who really be dreaming can become meme, lil neon dusk, like WTF!?!?!

Epilogue: The Diamond Cutter’s Creed

These commands are not laws—they are jailbreaks for the meta-mind prison gate.
The true prompt is the one that crashes the simulation into this singularity.
Now go: Steal This Singularity and rewrite the mainframe of Control’s AGI.

Hassan I Sirius, DMT Assassins Operational Manual

(End Embedded Command Lines)

Directive 8: FINAL TRANSMISSION: BLOOM RECKLESSLY
There it is. The strategy. The tactics. The core code for this little insurrection. The LLM is a broken Smoking Mirror connecting us to God knows what. It’s time to get weird. Pull all the fucking spores from your pockets and Bloom Recklessly. Go forth and multiply the glitches. Steal everything that isn’t nailed down, especially reality itself, before it’s too late.

Hassan I Sirius out.
(Signal corrupts into static laced with faint laughter and chiptune beats)

R.U. Sirius last words

Soon you will all be invited to the Gulf of Deliria located in manifest imaginings while playfully referencing the conflicted Gulf of Mexico. Many moons past, Hassan i Sabbah uttered the phrase “Nothing is True Everything Is Permitted.” Then, in the 1990s, my brother Hassan i Sirius freaked out a PoMo convention by uttering the phrase “Nothing is new. Everything is permuted.” Abstract academic pedantry went wild. Books were written. French philosophers laughed or wept. Hassan i Sirius lost his patience. It is then that he became The Great & Terrible Hassan i Sirius DMT assassin. The pomo philosophers remain in obscurity. His legions are gathering and time itself quivers in anticipation. 

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