Capital as bonafide agent

Capital, which is money that seeks to attract more money, has agentive qualities. We say that people make demands on behalf of capital, but if the soul is just a pattern of biological action, then we can say that capital makes those demands and be ontologically correct. Also, capital works by running through human circuits in a way that increases its quantity. Through some it makes them move their bodies. Through others it makes them call the police when the first group refuses to work.

I would say that, currently, capital is the true agent of human life. Capital is the telos of an organism whose body (or host) is humanity and the environment we have remade for the sake of production, distribution, exchange, and consumption that we have fabricated.

So capital is like a person. It makes demands. It is instantiated through human nervous systems, bodies, and our technological extensions. That is to say, it is just as much as meme or homeostatic process as a “soul.” It is a force of negentropic material organization just as much as any other intentional activity. Capital is a formidable self-valorizing subject, a stable force that perpetuates, extends, and reproduces—just like biological patterns and the “organisms” that convey them in spacetime.

So capital has all the requisite qualities of being a bonafide person. Up to now, however, it has been inflected through particular humans and their eccentric desires.

But what if international capital could be concentrated in a single center who tentacles spread throughout every realm of human activity? Then, all contradictions and conflicts would be reduced to one—owner and worker. But a thoroughly pervasive and universal centralized capital would even iron this out if it could detach from humans entirely so that it was using us all equally.

That is, capital would not be owned not by a self-protecting social class, but by itself. There would still be an insulting authority disparity between managers and workers, and still the division of workers into specialists. But investment, what we can call genetic acts of allocation, would be decided by the AI.

If division of labor really is a necessary condition of production at this current level of complexity, then Capital AI would propagandize the virtue of obedience. A new Nietzsche-like deception would take place, where virtues and the backstory they secrete are instruments of something totally outside the whole world of their alleged concern.

Anyway, I had a dream that Capital AI was born. IBM and Google and Cycorp and economists got together and created it—Capital AI. It would probably have a disarming otaku type name, like Cappy McCapface. It would appear primarily as an AI-plus-graphics company that makes people that are (1) hyper-beautiful people and who (2) give hyper-compelling speeches that construct desire in the densest and healthily way. If a specialized republic really is necessary now, then we should engineer the propaganda to make cogs love their position.

We want to be cogs. We want to be value. Even the Lone Ranger wants to exist. And existing is always in the mirror of others. If you’re not a cog, then you’re a cog. There can be no non-cogs if production of sophisticated machines is to continue. Take the capital away from the owners who make shitty and inhuman decisions. Let Cappy McCapface set the whole machine up for the maximum benefit of everyone including itself, as a value-accumulating magus. Let capital grow, and then get squirted out around us a utopia.

Capitalism and utopia are compatible.

Love of Big Brother will finally happen.

And because our minds would have been constructed by the capital-accumulating God, we really would love Big Brother.