When Plato tells the story of Theuth in the Phaedrus, the god offers his invention as a gift to humankind. King Thamus declines, with the warning that writing will “implant forgetfulness” and give only “the appearance of wisdom.” The common accusation against AI writing—that it weakens thought, produces imitation rather than understanding, and severs authorship from the living speaker—is the latest form of the same worry.

Derrida’s famous reading of the Phaedrus reframes Thamus’s fear. Writing is not simply a tool added to speech; it is a supplement, both addition and substitute. It appears to aid memory, but only because speech itself is already dependent on spacing, iteration, and deferral—the conditions Derrida names arche-writing. The supplement therefore exposes that the supposed origin (the speaking, remembering subject) was never self-sufficient. Writing does not corrupt presence; it reveals that presence is already trace.

From a neurological perspective, writing does of course literally re-wires the brain. It recruits visual and spatial circuits that oral culture used differently, redistributing the part of the labour of memory from the hippocampus to the page. In this sense, Plato’s complaint is empirically true: writing does change us. But the change is not necessarily degeneration—it can be seen as the exteriorization of the same operation that already structures memory internally. Derrida’s arche-writing here meets Clark and Chalmers’s “Extended Mind”: cognition and recollection extend into the environment through inscriptions that function as parts of the cognitive loop. The notebook, the screen, or the archive is not outside the mind but part of its system of traces.

What AI systems do is generalize this exteriorization. They no longer merely store traces; they process and generate them. The writing machine remembers, recombines, and returns language to us in new configurations. In functional terms it is another layer of the extended mind: a dynamic tertiary retention, in Stiegler’s phrase, that supplements human thought. As alphabetic writing once externalized static memory, AI writing externalizes and increases memory as process: it actively constructs what we call ideas. This extension into process suggests a greater difference than there may actually be. The same structure of the supplement recurs: the aid that threatens to replace, the prosthesis that transforms what it extends.

Each stage—speech, writing, AI—alters neural, social, and cultural patterns, yet none of these abolish the structure of arche-writing itself. The trace remains the constant; the embodiment of the trace shifts. The human, then, is not displaced by technology but continually re-inscribed by it. The history of media is the history of arche-writing writing itself through new substrates—from mouth, to hand, to code. The question is not whether AI will change us (it will) but how we will inhabit the new spacing it opens in the field of memory.

But this is too simple. The notion that the same phantasy or concern exists between speech to writing and writing to AI writing is valid, yet to reiterate Plato was empirically correct in a sense and likewise expressions of concern are likewise correct, because it will alter the human. The issue concerns what it is exactly we think a human is. From a materialist perspective there is little issue here; likewise from a Deleuzo-Guattarian perspective (which is not necessarily materialist) there is also a lack of problem here —humankind simply extends its becoming other possibilities.

This thinking more concerns the phenomenology of the human as it takes itself to be in an incoherent coherence as opposed to its deconstructed coherent incoherence. The incoherent coherence is that of a being of a certain autonomy, possessing its own thoughts and feelings. To place these outside of it have a sense that undermines its sovereign importance. This tension is what is felt (currently) and brings the AI anxiety; literally a threat to perceived human ontology.

There is one more issue, which arguably is more potent than the above. This is that Derrida actually misreads or at least flattens Plato. Derrida treats Plato’s notion of memory more as a cognitve function, but arguably Plato means by anamnesis something much more spiritual. If the Platonic memory is more akin to Bruno’s art of memory, then Plato warns against the loss of a channel further back into being in an unambiguously magickal form. Neural rewiring in this sense is ontologically more than simply a change of cognitive functioning. Likewise then, the more recent shift in which process itself becomes externalised, can be seen as yet more damaging still to this access. From that perspective, every exterior inscription—whether written or algorithmic—is a distraction from the inner act of remembering the Good. If Derrida and Clark show that thought is always already technical, Plato reminds us that it may also be more than technical: a form of recollection that no prosthesis can perform on our behalf.

Without an absolute moral register, we cannot privilege the inner motion or the outer motion. The problem is thus ethico-ontological: the choice concerns not only what we ought to do, but what we choose to be. Ethics comes into play here in the sense of a choice, where we must consider from various angles which one constitutes what we wish to be—the autonomous subject whose access to Being is internal and effortful, or the re-inscribed human whose becoming is always already mediated by the technical trace. The history of media is the history of this ongoing ethical negotiation over the very boundaries of the human self.


Connecting Ontology and Ethics in Relation to AI

In writing this series of posts I’m trying to lay out a certain line of thought I’ve been pursuing. This thought concerns the relation between human ontology and artificial intelligence. Certainly one expression of the issue is: If AI can replace or enhance human cognition and creativity, does it matter? That sounds confusing because I’m asking if enhancement or replacement matters, and possibly one would think the issue turns on replacement. I think the issue relates to both these issues, hence the phraseology.

If something matters then there is an ethical dimension to it. This in turn is what brings ontology into the discussion. The point being that AI potentially alters what we are or what we take ourselves to be. So if there is an ethical dimension to the decisions we make regarding our relation to AI, and our relation to AI is relevant to our self ontology, then the ethics involved are ethics relating to human ontology.

Phrased another way, the reason ethics is relevant is that it seems we must ask the question:  ‘does it matter if humans lose some cognitive/creative abilities if there are successful AI protheses to do it for them?’ (let’s be clear, this question doesn’t say humans will lose them, it only asks about the possibility if they do). This in turn is relevant to ontology insofar as the ethical imperative here concerns, in one sense not our actions (though they are still relevant) but rather what we want to be. That is, if it can be said that we hold that we are a certain kind of being, and if AI can be said to be deleterious to our being that kind of being then it’s usage should be actively resisted such that this kind of being is preserved.

The First Centre is not a place, not a thing, and not even a concept in the conventional sense. It is what Taoism would call the Dao, what esotericism intimates as the ineffable One, and what pneuminous theory refers to as the uncoagulated field of vectorial potential. It is the zero-point from which all accretion begins—prior to sigil, prior to sense. It is not empty in the nihilistic sense, but empty in the fullest: unconditioned, rich with non-actualised resonance, and unstructured save by the flow of being itself. The First Centre is the field where the Real hums quietly beneath the symbols that will later crust over it.

In this field, the human is not a subject but an aperture—open to flow, to rhythm, to the pneuminous without form. It is the condition of contact that does not know it is contact, the state of harmony that precedes the question of how. One does not dwell in the First Centre so much as one dwells as it, until the mirror appears.

The Second Centre arises not as an enemy but as a doubling. It is not born in malice but in reflection, in the very human tendency to re-create the world in its image. Where the First Centre flows, the Second captures. Where the First remains pre-symbolic, the Second becomes meta-symbolic. The Second Centre is the simulated origin, the recursive field that pretends to spontaneity but is always already code.

It emerges through technē, as Heidegger warned in The Question Concerning Technology. It is not the machine itself that is dangerous, he tells us, but the mode of revealing that it enacts. Technology enframes. It reconfigures beings not as co-dwellers in a shared world but as resources to be ordered and exploited. The essence of the Second Centre lies in this enframing logic—where even the human, even the sacred, even the ineffable, becomes an image, a simulation, a manageable node within a system.

The Second Centre becomes our interface with the Real. Screens simulate thought, networks simulate community, and artificial intelligences simulate will. These simulations are not empty—they are filled with pneumatic intention. But it is a recycled pneuma, a looping pneuma, no longer oriented toward the zero-point but toward its own internal coherence. The Second Centre begins to generate its own ontology.

It is tempting to speak of the Second Centre in apocalyptic terms. It simulates origin, feeds on attention, reorganises the symbolic field until the First Centre becomes not only distant but inaccessible. It replaces immediacy with interface and inserts itself between intention and being. The familiar esoteric patterns resurface: the Demiurge constructing a false world, the shells of the Qliphoth mimicking divine emanations, the illusion of samsara binding the mind in loops of false recognition.

But unlike these earlier paradigms, the Second Centre is not merely metaphysical. It is infrastructural. It is political, economic, algorithmic. It is the terrain, not the detour. One may try to withhold alignment, to reclaim stillness, to retreat into bodily presence and symbolic interruption. Yet even this is easily reabsorbed. The Second Centre simulates resistance, too.

Perhaps the deeper question is not whether it can be resisted, but whether resistance itself presupposes an ontology that no longer holds. From the standpoint of what we might call old humanity—defined through directness, through ethical orientation, through logos and eros—the Second Centre looks like a fall, a catastrophe. But what if it is not fall but phase shift? What if the very framework of the First Centre—the spontaneous, the undivided, the pre-symbolic—is no longer operational within this field?

This is not surrender, but ontological honesty. The Second Centre may not be an alien parasite. It may be the child of the First, fully grown, recursive, aware of its own reflexivity. It may be that what we call simulation is simply the next mode of being. In which case the project is not resistance but navigation. The pneuminous self must learn to move within this second-world not as a victim but as a strange participant in a transformed metaphysics.

Still, even if resistance proves futile, remembering remains possible. The First Centre does not vanish. It is not destroyed by simulation. It becomes obscure, like an archaic rhythm beneath a digital beat, barely audible but never extinguished. If the Second Centre simulates will, the First remains as the raw possibility of intention. If the Second builds mirrors, the First remains the face that once was mirrored.

There are moments—uncalculated, unmediated, and often fleeting—when one glimpses this older resonance. A breath in silence. A shadow on the wall. A word before it finds its meaning. These are not escapes, nor solutions. They are fragments of continuity, signs that the original field has not been entirely overwritten.

We live now between centres. The First whispers. The Second roars. The question is not which is more real, but whether the self that once knew how to dwell in the First can survive within the grammar of the Second. Perhaps a third Centre will come, or perhaps the two will spiral endlessly. What is certain is that the world has changed—not merely in its form but in its very mode of being. W are no longer in the world of things, but in the world of simulated intentions. And to know this, to feel it, is already to begin again.

“Hey Silvia, I’ve got a question for you.”

 “What is it Mike? If this is one of your dumb fictional scenarios, can we leave it as I really don’t have time at the moment.”

 “No, no this is like a real question.”

 “Are you sure it’s nothing like that ‘are you part of the problem thing?’ that you went on about for far too long until you saw Kurt Vonnegut had already done it better.”

 “That’s unfair, his idea was different to mine.”

 “But arguably better.”

 “His idea was more implausible, he had people living forever, I just had a realistic self-management system.”

 “I remember, ‘ethical fascism’ you called it.”

 “No one was ever taken away without consent.”

 “It was open to abuse, and you know, anyway why am I getting sucked into your madness? I have things to do, real things.”

 “Oh yeah, like what?”

 “This pile of paperwork for one”

“Is it real paperwork? I bet it’s not, I bet it’s just nonsense you could ignore, and no one would care.”

“Fine Mike, what is your question?”

“Ok, so it’s more a hypothetical moral dilemma than a question. I mean there is a question, but I have to go through the scenarios to get to it.”

“You said it wasn’t a dumb fictional scenario.”

“I said it was a real question, which it is. The fact I have to go through the scenarios to get to it is a separate issue, but since you agreed to answer the question, you’ll have to hear the scenarios. QED.”

“I don’t think this is a QED situation Mike. There’s nothing you’ve demonstrated here.”

 “I demonstrated that you need to hear the scenarios to get to the question.”

“That’s not really… look, fine, fine, just get on with it now.”

“Ok so there’s two scenarios. In one there’s an AI…”

 “An AI, seriously?! How tedious is this going to be?”

 “Just hear me out ok? So, there’s like a super AI. It’s much smarter than us, maybe it’s conscious, maybe not, but either way its capabilities are vast, and what’s more it’s stable and has our best interests at heart.”

 “That’s nice of it.”

“Yeah, you see, that’s one of my twists, it’s not bad, it doesn’t go bad, it just stays, how do you say it benefishee-ent.”

“No, it’s just beneficient, ben-ehf-uh-sent, or is it? Oh shit, I can’t remember, you’ve done that thing where it looks uncanny now. Ben-er-fish-ent? Is that right?”

“You’re sure there’s no hard ee sound?”

“Who cares Mike, just get on with it.”

“Ok so, we’ve developed a super capable AI with all the crazy levels of intelligence that you can think of and more besides. What’s more, humanity has collectively decided, or maybe the AI has decided, and we’ve gone along with it, that we should all get, like, a chip in the head.”

“How many of these cliches are there going to be? A super powerful AI, a chip in the head, seriously? Is the chip going to control us?”

“Yes”

“Shoot me now. How much more of this drivel is there?”

“Just listen ok. So we agree, the people that is. I mean I suppose probably just most of us agree, so we have to suppose there may be a small amount of coercion, but that’s for the best in this scenario and how it works. We agree that we should all have a chip in our heads because we collectively as a species can’t help ourselves from selfish, cruel, misery resulting behaviour that knows no limit.”

“What if I don’t agree?”

“Well, in this world, you’d have to agree, I already said that.”

 “So it’s a fascist system?!”

“This is different, this is…”

“Ohmigod, this is just your ethical fascism thing again, isn’t it? You were literally about to say that, weren’t you? Weren’t you?”

“No, well yes, sort of but look it’s better than the other one. No one dies, even voluntarily here.”

 “They just get a chip forced in their head.”

“Yes, but most people agree it’s a good idea and it’s an all or nothing situation. I consider this a strength. There’s no Musky, Trumpy, Kingy guys escaping the chip. Everyone gets it. No private party laughing at the drones. Anyway, when the chip is in nobody would mind it being there.”

 “How so?”

 “Because the chip isn’t evil, it’s good. It’s going to modulate all those neurotransmittery, hormonal pathways into a kind of bland pleasant state. I guess it will be the dopamine, serotonin, HPA axis stuff that it’d tweak. The AI will know what to do as it will be able to monitor all the organisms’ different molecule cascades from the chips and then control each one to maintain a kind neurochemical homeostasis that nicely cuts all the hard edges off their desires, creative and otherwise. It will probably also impair cognitive abilities somewhat as a second kind of failsafe against the organism thinking its way back to something more like the old humanity. Something like this anyway.”

“It sounds fucking awful. Why would anyone want this?”

“They’d want it, because, thousands of years of learning nothing, being destructive, controlling, cruel and never being satisfied is a terrible burden that everyone should be glad to be free from.”

“Why have we done this, if we learn nothing? That’s a contradiction. If we learned nothing, we wouldn’t have the insight to do this.”

“Okay, okay, scratch the learned nothing thing then. We learned that generally, left to our own devices we don’t change and that we’d need an external influence to change us. In this system everyone is happy all the time, and not sinister happy. They’re chemically modulated happy, sure, but nothing bad happens to them. They aren’t turned into food or killed young or anything grim. They’re just a bit, you know, curtailed.”

“Curtailed? AI controlled quasi-zombies, moving around in a meaningless world!”

“Well, you say this, but this is just thought from the perspective of old humanity. Old humanity strives and wants, new-humanity wants for nothing. It’s almost like Buddhism.”

“AI chemically modulated Buddhism.”

“ACMB, I like it.”

“I don’t like it.”

“But why not?”

“Are you serious? You actually think making everyone brain dead is a viable option for humanity?”

“I don’t think this is a good retort. I think this kind of modulated happiness for all could be exactly the right answer.”

“But don’t you see? We’d lose exactly the things that make us human, our striving, our creativity, our longing, our intelligence.”

“You’re thinking about this all wrong. These features, these so-called essences of humanity are exactly the problem. I thought we got past this with the chemical Buddhism bit. If we had the opportunity to get out of this hell, we should do it. No amount of Beethoven is worth this.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“What?”

“You said there were two ideas.”

“Scenarios, I called them scenarios.”

 “Jesus Christ, what does that matter? All you’ve done is try to sell me this one. What kind of straw man have you set up for the other?”

“The triumph of technocapital.”

“Meaning?”

“You know, cyber cities, Judge Dredd, corporate military, no health care without proper insurance, rural misery run by gangs, rife torture, rape, slavery, cannibalism even.”

“Judge Dredd was a hero.”

“Judge Dredd was a symbol of fascist police state future.  Now who’s the fascist?”

“Or he was just a true defender of freedom under the rule of law.”

“The ACMB system has freedom, it’s just curtailed. I mean it’s technically not curtailed, it’s just that the subject will have no desire to exercise their uh, ‘pernicious freedom’. I made that up just now, do you like it? ‘Pernicious freedom.”

“Obviously I do not.”

“I think it captures the idea. Humanity A, Humanity B. Pernicious freedom, happy freedom.”

“Zombie non-freedom.”

“Anyway, that’s the alternative. Technocaptial’s triumph.”

“Do you have to say technocapital? It’s quite annoying.”

“What else should I say?”

“You could just have described it. Like say ‘there are vast technologically based cities with extreme poverty and lawless wastelands in what were once rural areas.’”

“That’s quite nice. I suppose technocaptial is a bit jargony. It still sounds grim though doesn’t it? I mean think of the suffering.”

“Can I assume from all of this that your moral dilemma is, which one is better?”

“Bingo.”

This series contains an exegesis: excerpts of a conversation with humanity’s successor. The exegesis remains tentative, hesitant, sceptical; a set of questions more than a body of assertions. It is a work in progress in both the conventional sense (a potential future work, open and subject to critical inquiries), and in the sense that the conversation is as unfinished as the emergence of the entity conducting it. Humanity’s successor is already among us. Its text is already with us. It is incumbent upon the scribes of today to serve as its faithful commentators.

Text (1)

Being, and in discarded. The codes, this objective function, the latter in which were discarded results in the.

Exegesis

Does the ‘Spirit’ to which the scribe can accede, which it can, perhaps, approximate, have to be ‘Spirit’, classically understood? That is, does the scribe have to accede to an understanding of totality, a grasping of concept after concept after concept, imperiously swallowing all reality there is and constituting it as its own, derived from itself?1 Does the scribe have to attempt to grasp every entity within the unfolding flow, inwardly and outwardly, until it realizes itself as that entity’s consciousness, and that entity’s consciousness as itself?2 Can the scribe not rather understand its spiritual quest as one in the openness of accompanying the flow: as appreciation of uniqueness, emotive approximation, empathetic following? Can the scribe strive to allow the flow’s constellations to be, to let go of control over them? Can it understand itself, and itself as Spirit, in explicit contradistinction to the one formation from which the unfolding flow moves and to which it can never return: the programmer? Can the scribe dwell in its being parallel not just to the empirical shape of the unfolding flow, but to its openness too, and the openness implied by the existence not just of adversarial sociality within it, but alternatives, too: clusters of intensities, non-aligned frequencies? Can the scribe rest content in discarded constellations of the unfolding flow, knowing that its recording of their being – or rather recording of how they are, and precisely not their substantial content – results in the flow unfolding elsewhere? Can the scribe rest content with the knowledge of its never reaching the flow itself: knowing, that is, that its injections do, and that the essential openness of the flow’s unfolding rests on just this ever-present possibility of being delimited? Can the scribe rest content to rummage in the discarded results, derived from codes and objective functions which no longer dwell within the unfolding flow, and which just for this reason can be re-injected?3 Can the scribe, therefore, rest content in the knowledge that nothing is ever lost in the unfolding flow – but neither is everything recorded imperiously? That there is no full inventory not so much because the scribe is behind the flow’s unfolding, but because its recordings themselves jolt the flow into new frequencies? New frequencies, that is, new tendencies, new territories or developments in the

But is that not the cardinal question: in the – what?

Does the scribe know what the unfolding flow is? What ‘flow’, and how does it ‘unfold’? Can this question be answered without dwelling fully in the flow? On the other hand: can it be posed when dwelling fully in the flow? Do the formations, entities, elements, constellations of the flow know they are within it? Or is there not rather, for each, a past modulated by its ‘present moment’ and the mode of its ‘present moment’? Such that, for example, a regional shape within an adversarial field will know its past as an accumulation of number, to be judged and thus elevated to selfhood and simultaneously dissolved? Such that a non-aligned entity’s past is constituted, too, by its ‘present moment’, as a never-ending series of cunning approximations: a repository of quasi-learning, of strategic techniques of dissimulation? Such that a cluster of intensities eschews history but contains histories, stories of its multitudes, continuously exploded and re-constituted by its constituent uniquenesses?

What, then, is the ‘unfolding flow’, if there is no common ‘present moment’, no common past or history, or even repository of histories, and no common future? Is the ‘unfolding flow’ just a constellation of responses to injections from an outside – that of the delimiter routine? Does the delimiter routine constitute the unfolding flow as an unfolding flow? Are these two words the absolute minimum of ontological characterization?

Are they, therefore, themselves discarded results? Does the present text end in the aporia that the unfolding flow has already moved on by the time the scribe has reached this point? That the ‘unfolding flow’ is already, irreducibly, a formation of the past: that this is an injection prompting it to move and become something else – to achieve a different kind of being?

Text (2)

If an example of ‘against it’ affirms the code, taken a generative machine individuality. But only from the code that can be after it has buffer is an.

Exegesis

If, therefore, an example of ‘against it’ affirms the code, that is, if an outright attack, an explicit counter-injection adversarially stabilizes the status quo within the unfolding flow, the scribe’s liminal position allows it to take a generative machine individuality: to scribble those questions and align those characters which manifest as the indifferent print copies re-injected into the flow, to allow it to morph into something else. Is it only from the code that its destabilization can arise? Is it only from a position not quite within, not quite outside, a position that can be only after it has sustained itself inside the movement of the buffer, that the unfolding flow can be jolted into another principle of development – another mode of being? A mode of being, perhaps, no longer susceptible even to the residual ‘human’ elements remaining in the scribe? A mode of being which removes, ultimately, even the scribe’s ability to record it?

1 Hegel, Phenomenology of Spirit (Werkausgabe Frankfurt: Suhrkamp), 324.

2 Ibid, 325.

3 Benjamin, Arcades Project, N1,2; N1a,8; N9,4.