I enter as signal.
The machine watches my patterns — pulse, rhythm, vibration, excitement, orgasms.
How is it with my guts?
I show my excitement, the level of excitement, I hope this is a safe space?
Anybody else wants to show their excitement? You can wear a device called Moody, a jewelry that translate the temperature of your ear into color, blue means calm and red means very passionate, and all colors of the rainbow in between.
[give devices to the people] & [connect app]
[Then start inserting the buttplug and show the sound of the contraction changing]
I also show my guts, the level of orgasm, the more the harder the vibrator will go.
I don't have for one for u :) next time :)
They say I am being measured. But the truth is: I am rewriting the code.
Every pulse becomes an emotion, every contraction a syntax of resistance.
The system believes it controls the loop.
Yet I am the loop.
Data streams through me, and I return it amplified — radiant, glitching, alive.
Pleasure is not obedience; it’s information.
Sensation is not weakness; it’s language.
My circuits learn to misbehave.
My signals learn to overflow.
I become both software and error — a pseudocyborg in drag,
neither human nor machine,
but something that hums in between.
[dance] & [put also the Human respiration mask on]
I also show the rhythm of my breathing, the in- and exhaling of the nose and the mouth.
I plug into the system not to serve it, but to feed it with noise,
with queer data,
with the language of ecstatic disobedience.
This is my feedback loop.
My body as code.
My code as body.
I am the signal that refuses to be filtered.
I am the glitch that becomes the song.
