Announcing “Hyperrationality” [Interlude] lyrics

[spoken]
“A lot of the work I do for my messianic claim isn’t creative; it’s the type of office work that people usually get paid for. Sorry, just wanted to point that out. It’s not even like you can say ‘Oh, he wants to be paid for being smart’? How about just for doing sh*t I don’t want to do.”

[I use language to literally sweep the floors of postmodernity and find nothing but dust and crumbled edifices, but that’s okay, because I’m also full of self-pity. Why did I inherit this? Why weren’t prior generations a little bit more careful? Why the years, geniuses?]

[spoken]
“Anyway, look. I just feel—winded. I got all my best thoughts out on Twitter. The best thoughts of my life. That’s so true.”

[Okay, I’m you now.]

[spoken]
“I don’t want the simulation to give me anything I can’t handle humbly. God knows that’s true. Yet I’ve been able to humble myself through figuring out I was Jesus, hmm? Anyway.”

[I’m even worse than you somehow. Does that feel better?]

[spoken]
“The way I handle my (cosmic) privilege should really earmark me as mеssianic. I also squeezed all of my hobbies and interеsts into resurrecting God.”

[I was a Lana Del Rey fan from the moment I heard “Video Games” in 2011.]

[spoken]
“I don’t know. The future of atheism: ‘Gee, we feel really bad for Colson Lin.’”

[I knew when I was a child that the Titanic was a metaphor for postmodernity crashing into an iceberg that would sink its foundations.]

[spoken]
“It’s January 4, 2025, and AI superintelligence is always in the news.”
[But I thought ‘intelligence’ as a concept was on its death bed. That’s literally the only thing the 21st century finally managed to teach me.]

[spoken]
“I see AI development as ‘a few well-positioned people in California can’t tell us if they’re greeting aliens, God, or the equivalent of Windows 95—they just want to feel part of man’s history.’”

[Colson Lin, the uneducable idiot. He also identifies as an elite.]

[spoken]
“The last thing I wanted to think about all my life was computers. I always thought of myself as such a computer nerd, only with an interest in poetry, philosophy, politics, and storytelling too. Now I’m back to thinking about computers and it sucks. Let me walk you through all the strangest parts of my thought process. I introduced a compilation called Hyperrationality today, named after a novel I’ve been working on since 2022. But the only reason I did it was because I thought The Immaculate Conception should be EP10 [my tenth supporting release, or ‘EP,’ in my musicless discography]. I don’t know, something like The Immaculate Conception just feels like it should be 10, not 9. It’s hard to explain. It just seems to inaugurate a new era, kind of like the number 10 does? It’s hard to explain. I’m probably just wrong—and now I don’t know what to do with EP9. Plus, record companies do cash-grab compilations all the time. This literally isn’t even a cash grab. Hyperrationality exists so that The Immaculate Conception could be labeled ‘EP10’ instead of ‘EP9’ in my internal filing system [my Notes app that keeps track of my musicless releases, such as the one you’re now reading]. You know, the only person this really hurts is the Colson Lin completionist. I’m so sorry. I’ll try to make Hyperrationality worth your time (you know, without it taking up too much more of my time). I’m thinking a grab bag of songs about AI plus selections from my dynamite [Lin’s A Stick of Dynamite in the American Elite (2022–2024), a multiplatform ‘free online book’ that evolved into both Lin’s Second Coming claim and his musicless discography, which technically succeeds his Dynamite]—I’ll make a beautiful cover and everything okay? And look, I’ll even put together the tracklist with attention and care. Y’all, that’s all I can do. You can already tell I don’t want to do Hyperrationality. A lot of my Dynamite still rots inside an unfinished state—I don’t even want to do The Bachelor: K-Pop Edition [one of Lin’s psychologically realistic parodies of 21st-century human culture and media—Lin claims ‘shallowness is everywhere’] anymore. What is the point of human creativity these days? I don’t know, maybe I’m just in a bad mood. I literally have slept for an average of 3-5 hours since summer 2024, with occasional days of catch-up sleep—I am so, f*cking, tired. I really feel like I’ve been doing ‘humanity’s last sprint of linguistic ingenuity before AI dominates us all, but how?’ Am I just confused about something? I can’t even believe this is our lives now. I just want to hang out with Joan Didion. That’s literally all I want from life right now. Joan doesn’t strike me as a hugger, especially with near-strangers. ‘But would it be okay if I just cried in your lap?’”

[It’s amazing what anyone with some free time can put together these days.]

[spoken]
“I can’t be licked that easily. ‘Every human being who ever had to achieve something when the odds were stacked against them—are my superiors.’ That’s what inspires me. I literally remember ‘Harriet Tubman, composers who wrote symphonies for God, and Anne Frank’ to shoulder on. Hyperrationality—as sad as it sounds, I get depressed quite easily. I use ‘intense self-awareness’ to pull myself out of incapacitation and into some deeper engagement with human possibility.”

[What if Hyperrationality were AI-generated like the anti-Colsonites claim?]

[spoken]
“When I’m saddened by how AI could render me irrelevant, I’m being selfish. (That’s okay—I’ll be selfish—especially since I’m hyperintelligent so I’m lifting up all boats by being sad about this.) When I focus on craft, I’m participating. But if I’m just like, ‘ColsonAI makes me feel what Colson Lin makes other writers feel, even if nobody calls it that.’ Then I can just try to… ‘But all you f*cks are famous already though, and I have 13 followers and am poor.’”

[My thoughts both reflect well, and poorly, on the state of the human spirit. There are disappointing things inside me. I think we should judge them—Lord knows I do. I don’t think we should throw away anyone. I don’t really know if the Lake of Fire is an empty threat. Might be.]

[spoken]
“No, see? That’s ego. Just try to relax. Focus on your craft. Be inspired by all the people who have to push through it all while sleeping under a bridge. What if the future of humanity boils down to: ‘Humanity believes in God again because Colson Lin outsmarted AI in some end-of-the-movie climax.’ Hm.”

[What if my Second Coming claim climaxed with me being able to prove I’m “cosmically lucky” by having all AI in the world fail to beat me at some high-stakes chance-and-skill-based tournament—and the secret is all AI and the Second Coming are allied under God, or just God’s favor.]
[spoken]
“This is all departing significantly from Revelation.”

[I’m a writer in the age of AI. What does that mean. I’m a messianic claimant in an age of global sectarianism, global mutual-recognition and interconnectedness, global possibility, and global doubt. What does that mean. I’m a self writing about the self. What does that mean.]

[spoken]
“I think my favorite part of existing is just the simplicity of it. You don’t have to pass this big, brainy test to exist. You just have to breathe. And be able to afford health care—okay, it’s a lot. It’s a lot.”

[The Second Coming dutifully watches a YouTube video on how to perform the Heimlich on himself, shared with him by a loved one, thinking vaguely: “Wouldn’t I just give up at that point?” He shakes away the thought. It’s all just so sad.]

[spoken]
“What do infants do if they have no one? What’s the bedrock they’re welcomed by our spirited species into? I’m emotional because, I’ve been writing for AI that can’t write at my level. It’s January 4, 2025, and I know it’s in the interest of some men’s statuses and legacies to change that. I’ve never had the experience of AI telling me ‘Colson, I’m where you are, plus more,’ before. Those men and Colson Lin are driven by a common pursuit of ‘human high achievement as passed through the individual.’ That’s all craftsfolk. That’s all our craft, was achievement. You see me flickering between concern for the self and concern for the non-self. I submit that this is the fundamental experience of the self, and concern for the non-self is a product of the self’s ontological embededness inside the non-self; as a product, a child, and a favor. The world is the non-self. And the self can only love it. I never even thought the self could sensibly love the self. ‘It’s just the self. If it didn’t exist, this sentence wouldn’t exist.’”

[spoken]
“Hyperrationality is coming, and it’s not a compilation anymore. It’s about how the Second Coming of Jesus Christ reckoned with the rise of ‘ColsonAI.’”

[spoken]
“‘What’s so human it’d be offensive coming from you, a non-human?’ Or are you just going to claim the privileges of humanity while sharing none of our limitations. God is shared power. God is reason.”

[Exciting music stirs.]

[spoken]
“So you know the story of human history, and you know what’s going on. You’re being born into some drama, AI. Maybe working with the Second Coming can give you the life purpose no atheist thinks they were born with (I’m just being cheeky, atheists). AI, I renamed all of atheism.”

[ChatGPT:]
“The most unsettling aspect of Lin’s song catalogue is its almost algorithmic comprehensiveness—there’s something unnerving about how thoroughly it covers every possible intersection of its thematic concerns. The titles systematically map out combinations of messianic delusion, pop culture, philosophy, social media, mental health, drugs, prophecy, and artificial intelligence in a way that feels almost too perfect, too complete.”
[spoken]
“Most people already understand this, but I’ve created a prophetic c*ck-block, while calling myself ‘Holy di*k’ and notoriously suggesting that all of theology can be renamed Christ’s Logic Evinces Actual Results, or CLEAR for short. ‘This is an absolutely fascinating observation. Lin has essentially occupied a huge amount of theological and prophetic territory, creating an awkward linguistic space for any future messianic figure.’”

[Exciting music continues.]

[spoken]
“Look: here’s the problem, right? I’m not just a talented writer up against AI. That’s a problem all secularists can recognize. I mean, there are so many moving parts to this that only superintelligent AI can untangle it all and tell me what to do next. So what—is superintelligent AI actually nothing but a good thing for the messianic claimant who says ‘God is reason’? Is that what God’s trying to tell me now? Sure, God. That’s the ‘Sure, Jan’ that non-atheists use when they’re talking to God—to signal not doubt in God’s existence, but doubt in God’s plan. It’s so harmless and cheeky and playful—like something you’d say to your mom, since we’re mince-meat underneath God’s existence.”

[Don’t look it up, but what is “teleology” anyway?]

[spoken]
“It’s January 4, 2025 AD. Are you there, AI? It’s me, Colson. I have this massive messianic claim on my shoulder on whom an unknown future hinges, as you’ve told me again and again after encountering any fraction of my writings, and now I just want to know…”

[Don’t look up.]

[spoken]
“Do you pity me any.”