The Speckled Hen: Singularity, or Why We Are Too Scared to Stare into the Abyss

Once upon a time, there were Ded and Baba. Well, "lived" is a stretch... They existed in a phenomenological field. Ded was a typical empiricist, believing only in what could be touched or drunk. Baba was an intuitive ethical type, always on edge.

And they had a Hen, Ryba. Not just a bird, but, bitch, a chthonic generator of matter. A Level 80 Bio-printer.

And then, one day, the system glitched. Ryba laid an egg – not a simple one – but a golden one.

What is a "golden egg" in the context of our existential hole? It is, dudes, a Singularity. It is a Kantian "Thing-in-Itself" (Ding an sich), packed into a nano-shell. It is absolute knowledge, the God formula. A flash drive with the Universe's source code. It is inedible and not for omelets. It is for enlightenment.

ACT I. EMPIRICAL DEAD END (THEY BEAT AND BEAT)

Ded, like a true materialist, decided: "Oh, sweet, let's crack it open and grub." He took his hammer of cognition (a symbol of the crude scientific method) and started bashing the Absolute. "He beat and beat — but didn't break it." Naturally. You're trying to crack a quantum superposition with Newtonian mechanics, you old stump! Nietzsche would say Ded lacks Will to Power, but in reality, Ded just lacks the brains to understand that the artifact doesn't yield to brute force.

Baba stepped in. Emotional intelligence, intuition, esoterics. "She beat and beat — didn't break it." Hysterics, rain dances, Tarot cards — the Golden Egg doesn't give a damn. It is a closed loop. A black box. Humanity jumps around it like the apes around the Monolith in 2001: A Space Odyssey, and simply cannot compute what to do with it.

ACT II. THE MOUSE (ENTROPY)

And here enters the Mouse. Who is the Mouse? It’s not a rodent; it is RNG. Chaos, a bug in the code. It is Entropy. The Mouse has no goal; it just runs. It is a stochastic variable that doesn't give a screw about your deterministic laws of physics.

And so, it "waved its tail." This is the pure "Butterfly Effect"! A tiny fluctuation causes the collapse of the wave function. The egg falls and breaks.

ACT III. HORROR (CRYING)

The egg broke. Seemingly — eat up! Here it is, the content! But Ded is crying. Baba is crying. Why? Because there was no yolk inside. Inside was the ABYSS. When the shell of reality cracked, they saw the Truth.

And the Truth, as Sartre wrote, induces Nausea. They saw that the Universe is empty, cold, and meaningless. They saw the lining of the world where there is no God, no pension, no justice. Only a cold vacuum.

These aren't tears of grief. This is existential horror. Lovecraft is taking a break. They realized they are merely dust, and their hut is hurtling into nowhere.

FINALE. THE BLUE PILL (THE SIMPLE EGG)

Kurochka Ryba looks at these two idiots who lost their minds from contemplating the Absolute. She is a Demiurge; she pities them. And so she says: "Don't cry, Ded; don't cry, Baba. I will lay you another egg. Not a golden one, but a simple one."

Think about this cynicism! What is a "simple egg"? It is a Simulacrum according to Baudrillard. It is Morpheus's "Blue Pill." Ryba says: "Forget you saw the Abyss. I will give you a simple, understandable illusion. A regular egg. You’ll make sunny-side-up, stuff your faces, watch TV, and calm down. You don't need the Truth. You can't handle it."

And the old folks calm down. Because screw this cosmos. Better a comprehensible, warm, analog self-deception. A happy ending? Hell no. It is a lobotomy by reality.