Narrative of a DMT Computer Interface: the Prelude
A little neural lace found itself walking through a moist slimy environment, entering further into the depths of this organic machine pulsating away. "Once they get the machine built — and someone will probably eventually do it — a subject will climb into a bed. There will be a needle in their arm. A tube running down from a bag. A heart monitor. A blood pressure cuff. Beeping and whirring of machines. And in this bed, hooked to this machine, DMT will race through the blood of the brave person, and they'll blast off. Not for five minutes, like a normal DMT trip, but perhaps for five hours, into what the machine's inventors say is the perceived "alternate universe." Narrative of a DMT controlled computer interface stars an ambiguous character as the lead role. A typecast that could be an ancient scroll, money, toilet paper, or neural lace, yet their identity is unknown. Through the setting of alternative worlds and truths, the possibilities of a DMT computer interface, ideas of delusions, charting alien ecosystems, and experiencing a lifetime in the span of 5 minutes arise.