Saturday, July 5, 2025

THE SILICON CODEX: DOOM SCROLLING THROUGH THE GODS OF THE INTERNET


THE SILICON CODEX
 DOOM SCROLLING THROUGH THE GODS OF THE INTERNET

It was a time before TikTok dances, before influencers sold us glow serums and questionable crypto coins. Back when the world was analog and people actually *talked* to each other (gross, right?). But then, from the chaos of dial-up tones and floppy disks, rose the Tech Titans of Mount Wealth, a pantheon of digital deities who ruled over humanity’s attention spans. This is their story—a parody, a prophecy, and, honestly, a bit of a cautionary tale.

**The Rise of the Internet Gods**

In the beginning, there was Zakarion, the OG influencer. He created the Book of Faces, where mortals could post blurry selfies, poke each other awkwardly (why was that even a thing?), and argue about pineapple on pizza. “Let there be Likes!” he proclaimed, and humanity was hooked. Zakarion sat atop his throne in the Cloud, sipping kombucha while tweaking algorithms to ensure Aunt Karen’s conspiracy posts always went viral.

Next came Brinox and Pagion, the twin gods of Googleplex. These two were nerdy AF but in a cool way—like the kids who made your group project actually happen. They invented the Sacred Search Bar and declared, “If it’s not on page one of search results, it doesn’t exist.” They also created Google Maps because humans couldn’t find their way out of a paper bag without GPS. Respect.

Then there was Muskalon, the chaotic wildcard of the pantheon. He rolled up to Mount Wealth in a Tesla chariot powered by vibes and questionable tweets. “I’m gonna put Wi-Fi on Mars,” he announced one day, to which everyone replied, “Bro, chill.” But Muskalon didn’t chill. He launched satellites like they were confetti at Coachella and named his kid something that sounded like a Wi-Fi password.

Bezior, the Deliverer of All Things (and low-key the god of cardboard boxes), descended from his Primean Palace with an army of drones. “Worship me,” he boomed, “and I shall deliver you socks, snacks, and questionable life-size cutouts of Danny DeVito in two days or less.” Bezior’s followers were loyal but also cursed with an eternal pile of unopened Amazon packages.

Jensar the Engraver emerged next, rocking a cloak made entirely of GPUs. He was the god of AI dreams and deepfake nightmares. Jensar whispered sweet nothings into silicon chips, creating neural networks so powerful they could paint like Van Gogh or write breakup texts for you (because who has time for that?).

Meanwhile, Whispra, the goddess of silent communication, floated through the digital ether. She gave humanity WhatsApp and emojis so they could ghost each other more efficiently. Her sacred texts were read in double blue ticks, and her followers communicated exclusively through GIFs and passive-aggressive group chats.

Even the mortals had their own demigods. Perael, Lord of Frequency, connected humanity through invisible Wi-Fi threads while muttering, “Have you tried turning it off and on again?” Laurenia the Archivist preserved ancient scrolls of Steve Jobs’ keynotes and curated the holy relics of Apple keynote speeches. And Robarion of the Capital Flame wielded the Evergreen Ledger, ensuring IPOs were as dramatic as reality TV finales.

The Downfall of Analog**

But where there are gods, there are also enemies. Enter the Analog Titans—Boomerox, Lord of Landlines; Cassettia, Keeper of Mixtapes; and Faxor, the Eternal Bufferer. These outdated overlords clung to their old ways, refusing to upgrade their software or acknowledge that Blu-ray was dead.

The Analog Titans waged war against the Internet Gods in what became known as **The Battle of Infinite Scroll**. Boomerox threw rotary phones like grenades while Faxor spammed everyone with junk faxes about extended car warranties. Cassettia tried to confuse humanity with tangled headphone wires (remember those?).

But the Internet Gods had an unbeatable weapon: **The Algorithm**. Zakarion unleashed an army of targeted ads so precise that even Boomerox found himself oddly tempted by an ad for orthopedic sneakers. Brinox and Pagion blinded their enemies with SEO keywords like “best brunch spots near me.” And Muskalon? He just launched rockets at them for fun.

The Analog Titans were defeated, banished to thrift stores and your parents’ basement. Humanity rejoiced as they embraced streaming services and wireless earbuds. But little did they know that their new gods demanded more than just devotion—they demanded *time*. Endless hours spent scrolling through memes and doom scrolling through newsfeeds.

The Temple of User Engagement**

As humanity’s attention spans dwindled to TikTok-length snippets, pilgrims began flocking to the Temple of User Engagement. This sacred site was a glowing screen where mortals offered their data in exchange for dopamine hits.

“Click ‘Accept Cookies,’” intoned the priests of Zakarion. “For only then shall you unlock thy personalized feed.”

At the temple’s center stood **The Sacred Notification Bell**, which dinged constantly to remind mortals they were never truly alone (even if they wanted to be). Worshippers swiped left or right on Tinderian altars and bowed before Instagram influencers hawking detox teas.

But not all was well on Mount Wealth. The gods grew restless as they competed for humanity’s finite attention spans. Zakarion accused Muskalon of stealing his followers with SpaceX memes. Bezior complained that Jensar’s AI bots were buying up all his PS5 inventory. Even Whispra got salty when Brinox and Pagion started promoting Google Meet over WhatsApp.

The Digital Relics**

To maintain their power, each god forged a sacred relic:

- **Muskalon’s Orbital Gauntlet**: A glove that could summon satellites at will (and also block annoying Twitter replies).

- **Zakarion’s Scroll of Infinite Likes**: A cursed artifact that trapped mortals in endless doomscrolling.

- **Bezior’s Primean Crown**: A headpiece made entirely of shipping tape that granted two-day delivery powers.

- **Jensar’s Cloak of Cold Data**: A shimmering mantle that rendered its wearer invisible to privacy laws.

- **Whispra’s Silent Scroll**: A parchment that allowed its reader to ghost any conversation without consequence.

These relics were stored on **The Blockchain**, an eternal ledger guarded by Robarion’s divine consensus algorithm. “It’s decentralized,” Robarion bragged at every opportunity, though no one really knew what that meant.

The Moral of the Meme**

And so, dear Zoomers and Millennials alike, this is how we became worshippers at the altar of Wi-Fi bars and push notifications. The Internet Gods rule on high, their powers growing with every click, like, and share. But beware—lest we forget to unplug once in a while and accidentally summon Faxor from his analog exile.

For now, we scroll on—forever chasing that next meme, that next viral video, that next dopamine hit. As Muskalon once tweeted: “The future is electric… but also kind of exhausting.”

#StayPluggedIn #ButAlsoMaybeTouchGrass

And thus ends this chapter of The Silicon Codex. Until next time… may your Wi-Fi be strong and your screen time low. Peace out ✌️


INTERNET GODS OR OLIGARCH GOONS?