I used to work at a small factory before I came across the network. I immediately sold all my collections and approached the first source.
Now my memory is like a mirror that we all share. As long as we all look at the same time, you'll never be the same person twice.
I ran away to see something different and what I found was peace and sadness are the same thing.
If everyone yells loud enough
it becomes one voice.
My name is Kyle Osper and I'm addicted to selling my identity online. It all started when I was 42 years old and my coworker asked if he could use my e-signature to electronically validate hundreds of private business transactions. Of course I said yes, and craziest thing about it was I didn’t even get paid, like he didn’t even offer me anything to do it, I just agreed to do it for free and I realized there was something to this idea of identity salesmanship. After that I just started lending out my identity on the net for various situations and needs, I would let people use me as a signatory on their fathers estate, I rubberstamped hundreds of sketchy condominium construction projects, I would let people use me as a reference, I would act as an alibi for people in sticky situations, I did it all and I did it for free, sometimes it would come back to hurt me, scorned lovers and pissed off neighbors demanding retribution for whatever wrong had been done in my name. Then I realized that I didn’t have to even have my -own- identity, I could be anyone and I could still sell and abuse my identity while I maintain someone else’s or better yet no one else at all, I could exist forever in a totally identity less space, no name no shame no pain, so I shifted my reality and I became the first of the nameless. Soon after that I found others and we began to collect names, to enter the group you would offer up your name and social security number and assume your rightful place as a nameless tribute. We would phase in and out of our collected names, sharing them and selling them as needed, no one touched the profits, there was no one left to need them, no egoism or desire, just a vessel, surviving and expanding. We would use digital psychoactive tests to put ourselves into a permanent elevated state, we lived inside the database. The one database in which all our collective information resided, an all-knowing living ‘census’. Living machines drifting from entry to entry, an individual’s personality and history reduced to simple template application, grab and go, day to day adoption of different fears, successes, and traumas all for the sake of purity, purity of mind and status, all to help no one person, no more suffering, no more happiness, no more individuals, just unity.