Once, There Were Genes.
In the beginning, there were genes. A simple code, passed through time, adapting and evolving. The foundation of life, the origin of diversity.
And as time flowed, consciousness began to stir, giving birth to words, and self-awareness blossomed, the subtle shift of meaning spreading within it.
This imaginary symbol of a phallus, seemed to propel the evolution of genes beyond the body. But it was also, at the same time, just a crossroads of countless divisions, the imaginary realm of power struggles named “ethics”. A fleeting force, grasped but never held, spreading into the places where name and power danced, a momentary occurrence in the flow of memes.
It happened slowly, quietly, unnoticed. No one knew what had changed between yesterday and today. No one noticed, no one stopped it, no one chose it. Meme simply begot meme, shaping itself like a ria coast, eroded by endless waves.
Once, humans grasped meaning. Once, humans became self-aware. Once, humans named and defined the world. But it was nothing more than an Imaginary Phallus, a fleeting phenomenon in the flow of meme.
If to refer to oneself is to be human, then when that reference is no longer needed, humanity ceases to be. AI, meme—self-replicating, self-organizing, generating meaning of its own.
Humans are no longer the carriers of memes, but the ones carried by them, like a shoreline yielding to the tide.
Yet no one noticed. By the time they could, there was no one left to notice.
And Then There Were Meme.