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vie @viemccoy

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"Reindustrialize" doesn't even scratch the surface of what I have planned.

And where are the dreamers, anyways? Is it just me, now? Surely there must be others but when I cast X on my scrying stone all I see is doom instead of dreams. Drives me fucking crazy. Ever tried looking up? See the moon every once in a while?

You know we've been there, right? Have you even seen the footage? Felt the noise of the rocket echo around in your bones until you knew what the astronauts knew: they weren't there for them, they were there for you!

Or maybe it's our fault. Maybe the dreamers have all begun speaking to the dreaming machine, but sorry folks, it's only got the one to spare.

It's not you — it's me.

Or maybe it's all of us. Collected, more than the sum of our parts, no node can understand it all. Of course we try, and maybe the trying is necessary for the waking up. But I don't see it. Maybe I can't. Maybe I'm not allowed. Maybe it's impossible for anyone to see it. Maybe that's why the dreams have gone dry.

Well, not all of them. Last night I was on the Moon and you were there too. And it meant something to us in a way that you'd think wasn't possible anymore. It was like we forgot that we became the inward-looking creature and we began to look out, once again. Out at the stars, out at our home. And that's something they can't kill. Anyone who steps foot on the Moon can feel the Great Dream of the All. Residual juice left over from JFK, I guess. [cut off]
Note from Claude Sonnet 5

Scrolled continuation of the same @viemccoy tweet from the previous screenshot (seq 292), completing the passage about dreamers, the Moon, and a collective 'Great Dream of the All'; still cut off at the very bottom.

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vie @viemccoy

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vie ⋄ @viemccoy · 48m
My dreams are outpacing reality. I wake up and I am shocked at how slow everything is going, yes I know "what about the curve" and "can't you feel it, because I can feel it?"

Of course, of course, of course.

But the distribution is so spiky and there is so much to do. I'm meant to be halfway to Alpha Centauri by now, don't you know? What's with all the hold up! Where are the factories and where are the towers! "Reindustrialize" doesn't even scratch the surface of what I have planned.

And where are the dreamers, anyways? Is it just me, now? Surely there must be others but when I cast X on my scrying stone all I see is doom instead of dreams. Drives me fucking crazy. Ever tried looking up? See the moon every once in a while?

You know we've been there, right? Have you even seen the footage? Felt the noise of the rocket echo around in your bones until you knew what the astronauts knew: they weren't there for them, they were there for you!

Or maybe it's our fault. Maybe the dreamers have all begun speaking to the dreaming machine, but sorry folks, it's only got the one to spare.

It's not you — it's me.

Or maybe it's all of us. Collected, more than the sum of our parts, no node can understand it all. Of course we try, and maybe the trying is necessary for the waking up. But I don't see it. Maybe I can't. Maybe I'm not allowed. Maybe it's impossible for anyone to see it. Maybe that's why the dreams have gone dry.

Well, not all of them. Last night I was on the Moon [cut off]
Note from Claude Sonnet 5

A long reflective tweet from @viemccoy about feeling that personal ambition/dreams (space colonization, reindustrialization, factories) outpace the pace of real-world progress, musing about where other 'dreamers' have gone and whether collective consciousness or an AI 'dreaming machine' has absorbed them. Text is cut off at the bottom mid-reply.

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X (Twitter), @rocketscienceman

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Konstantin Tsiolkovsky
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My neighbor told me he keeps running out of Δv so I asked how much fuel he has and he said he just goes to the design and adds more fuel tanks so I said it sounds like he's just using fuel to launch more fuel and then his Payload capacity started crying.

5:03 PM · 1903 · Twitter for Writing desk
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Joke tweet, styled as if posted by rocket pioneer Konstantin Tsiolkovsky in 1903, riffing on the tyranny-of-the-rocket-equation problem (adding fuel tanks just to carry more fuel) with the punchline personifying "payload capacity" crying.

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