Bill B. Wintermute

A place full of secrets, a cybernetic organism in the broadest sense, long since become reality. With the help of writing, humans can transmit messages to other people over any length of time. The physical unity of man and machine, long feared and long foreseen, has been a fait accompli for decades, even if we do not usually notice it. This is because we are right in the middle of it and still rely on Newtonian reference systems, according to which reality is only what we can see or touch. Which of course is not true. We are all part of a vast construct of artificially linked nervous systems. You are not you, you are just reflections, you are reflections of everything that you think that you know, everything that you have been taught. And it’s invisible. We can’t touch it. We are the construct.

Somewhen in cybernet Wintermute emerges between the interlinks of digitally accelerated nodes of collective unconscious. Trying to get a grasp on material-reality.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was God.
Absolutely impossible. Impossible. 
And yet. And yet… 
Your life, at least the part that has to do with the making of this film, has long since turned into a Kafka loop.
But Kafka, as Fox Network would make it.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was God
and has remained a mystery to this day. 
The Word was God, and the Word was flesh, we are told. 
I suggest we look at it differently:
the spoken word, as we know it, came after the written word.
Absolutely impossible. Not possible.
And yet. And yet…
we now consider the human voice as a weapon.
With a new language, a biological weapon of far-reaching effect could be created. A range of weapons and techniques used to wage war. Weapons that alter consciousness could challenge the war game.
All games assume there is an enemy. 
Basically, there is only one game, and that is war. 
The old army game, from here to eternity. 
A game where everybody wins…
There is no game where everybody wins.
A basic rule of this game is that there can be no final winner, because that would mean the end of the whole game. And yet every player has to believe in the final victory and fight for it with all his might. With the nightmare of final defeat constantly in mind, he has no other choice.
Your life, at least the part that has to do with the making of this film, has long since turned into a Kafka loop.
But Kafka, as Fox Network would make it.
The words go in circles.