In , the world was a high-frequency signal, and I was an unshielded antenna.
My life was a beautiful, exhilarating, and frequently agonizing mess. I had already decided summer 2010 I was to transition, yet I was in the thick of a debilitating Cluster Headaches cycle. The pain, often called “suicide headaches,” is a kind of hell that warps reality. To combat it, I was prescribed Topamax (topiramate).
Topamax is a double edged sword for me. It worked its first miracle, blunting the worst of the pain, but the trade-off was a sustained, manic hypocharging of my system. I found myself operating on less than two hours of sleep a night, my ankles swelled, my skin took on a sickly yellow hue—the drug, in effect, was slowly killing me even as it aborted the pain. I was operating at a velocity that was unsustainable, deeply alienating to everyone around me, deeply volatile, yet profoundly fertile. This manic state, far from being just a deficit, was the explosive fuel for the ideas that followed.
It was during this time that I was blessed with an extraordinary opportunity: a sponsorship from the visionary transhumanist Martine Rothblatt who created Terasem. I had been working for her and Terasem through E-spaces (owned by Philippe van Nedervelde) in constructing some virtual real estate, during my studies Game Design at the HKU. I had to abort the Game Design school for health reasons, but I kept working on that project for some time. I did some stupid shit, like flirt with the Boss’s daughter online (Genesys Rothblatt) and that and some other dumb shit got me on the United Therapeutics blacklist later on, apparently.
But 2010 I had an open channel and I had expressed my deep concern over someone I met online – a trans girl who was being starved by her dad in Cancun – one Kim Gatto. That money allowed me to fly Kim to Milan for us to meet at the Transvision conference. I misbehaved there, considerably, got gruesomely drunk on Saturday and caused some online drama, but also proved very entertaining. There was also some major romantic events going on as a result, but let us not get into the details.
Though Kim and I eventually separated—she found her own way, spending time in Washington D.C. under the wing of the VenusPlusX charity before moving on to the West Coast—the door to a radical future had been opened. My direct contact with Martine, sustained through intense email exchanges, eventually faded in early . My soaring, erratic state made it clear I was simply too unstable to be a coherent conversational partner. I wasn’t ashamed then, and I’m not ashamed now—I was a total “shitshow.”
But the chaos kept spinning gold.
I lived in D.C. for a time, made my first steps of transition, attended the Creating Change conference in Minneapolis, and even found myself in a suite at the Hotel Ivy with the famous cultural disruptor, Rachel Haywire. and I can say with confidence, no matter how fucked up I was at the time – there’s always a bigger fish. Sometimes exponentially so. After creating change I lived in Washington DC for a couple of months. I had divorced my ex wife in 2006, but we kept in contact. When In the states she got in some serioius trouble and fled her house central the Hague, culminating in my ex-wife (one of the most gothic human beings ever, and matched with Rachel Haywire in terms of mental uniqueness) and a literal caravan of cats, dogs, and boyfriends arriving at my house – and proceeding to completely wreck it. The sheer, overwhelming absurdity of it all was, retrospectively, the perfect atmospheric pressure for wild speculation.
So at the time I started writing in 2011 a future “one century from now”, where there was a central Hyperbank (incidentally, desecended from Google….) somewhere on the southern hemisphere of the Moon.
This became GB or Google Bank and it became expedient to centralize all registry of all Crypto variants there. OtherMoney (Dollars, Euro) still existed as a comparative rounding error. This central spot then was assumed to have 100% taxation, which means that only government or nonprofit infrastructure could exist anywhere near. This was not a state as such, but more an algorithmic state-like service entity. Also, this spot registered every ‘citizen’, a quality which was highly rationed – a lot of people in the late 21st century had started “forking”, as it’s now called, and also generating their own imaginary favorite characters (toons) as people. This had resulted in 2 trillion citizens before process was halted. All citizens receive an automatic share of everything that is taxed. This is essentially an algorithmic basic income, but centers on living necessities (guaranteed by law and if necessary – state force) and luxuries (debatable, negotiable).
Now (2125?) a person generated is registered, but must exist 1BS (one billion second) as “child”, and then receives half what the parent is worth in value. This is labeled “inheritance” or “estate forking”. Away from GB taxation gets lower, but is still prohibitive. On the moon’s GB antipode it is still higher than 95%. In orbit this goes down steadily. THis means economic growth (investments, goods/services) is mirrored by capital, and there’s a tension between those. Citizens receive capital, and consume goods and services to exist. Some Citizens however also have means of production – and that is subject to tax.
There is a constraint here – Problem is twofold – light/communication lag and travel lag. That means value, identity, rights, IP’s, tax information takes time to spread across the solar system. Hence, tax is algorithmically generated, and everyone signs off on this. The solar system is hyper-Balkanized. In this setting “a century away” Asteroid Belt, Mars, Jupiter was colonized. The most dynamic region was asteroids – isolation, libertarian radicalism, ample resources and energy. Far from the earth-moon archipellago so that it wasn’t overrun by endless prole migrations demanding basic incomes. The further one got away from the GB zero point (100% tax) in terms of Hohman orbits and communication lag, the lower the tax rates.
Last detail – in this scenario people were taxed on progress and assets. If you owned real estate, Intellectual Properties, machines – and your body was upgraded – you paid taxes. Having a hypermind AI fused with your consciousness meant you really didnt want to be in the Archipellago – zero opportunity for advancement. The ambitious had strong incentive to migrate out.
So, having had Claude LLM summarize this: