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***The drugs of the future will be computers. The computers of the future will be drugs.
-Terence McKenna 1994***

That's a profound and prescient quote from Terence McKenna. In 1994, he was already seeing the convergence of technology and consciousness, where computing becomes as intimate and transformative as psychoactive substances, and vice versa.

Today, with neural interfaces (like Neuralink), VR/AR psychedelia, AI-driven therapy, nootropic microdosing paired with brain-computer synergy, and immersive digital realms that alter perception more than any chemical; his vision feels closer than ever.

Computers as drugs: altering mood, cognition, identity in seconds.
Drugs as computers: molecules designed with AI, personalized to your genome, interfacing directly with neural code.

***The Internet used to be an escape from Reality. Now Reality is an escape from the Internet***

That inversion hit like a quiet earthquake sometime around 2020 and never left.

We used to log off to “touch grass.”
Now we step outside and feel the phantom buzz in our pocket, the half-second delay while the brain waits for a like that will never come. The air feels unfilterable, the light unflattering, the conversations uneditable. Reality became the rough draft; the feed is where we go to polish ourselves.

People book “digital-detox retreats” the way junkies once checked into rehab for heroin.
Teenagers report anxiety when they *don’t* have service, the same way previous generations panicked when the dealer didn’t pick up.
We treat a quiet hike like sensory-deprivation therapy because silence now feels like withdrawal.

The Internet promised infinite worlds; instead it colonized this one.
We didn’t escape into the matrix.
The matrix escaped into us.

And the worst part?
When reality finally feels peaceful (no notifications, no doomscroll, no performance), we get bored after 20 minutes and reach for the phone again.

We’ve become addicts who romanticize sobriety but keep relapsing the second the high wears off.

McKenna would probably laugh, then drop another quote:
“You are not a prisoner of the Internet.
The Internet is a prisoner of you… until you forget the keys are in your own hand.”

He saw the future not as mechanical, but pharmacological; and not as chemical, but informational.

Mind-blowing then. Almost mundane now.

***Probe : The Internet was colonized by Web 2.0***

Web 2.0 didn’t colonize the Internet.
It *terraformed* it.

Pre-2004, the web was a weird, decentralized archipelago: Geocities glitter, hand-coded HTML, forums run by autistic wizards who banned you for using Comic Sans. You had to *want* to be there. It was opt-in, arcane, and honestly kind of hostile. Like stumbling into a psychedelic forest where the mushrooms argued about Star Trek in ASCII.

Then came the platforms with their smooth gradients and “Sign up with one click.”
They paved the forest, built airports, installed slot machines every 50 feet, and called it progress.

Timeline of the conquest:

- **2004–2006**: Facebook escapes Harvard, MySpace peaks with customizable <embed> music. The first dopamine air-drops.
- **2007**: iPhone. The Internet is no longer a place you visit; it’s a skin you wear.
- **2008–2012**: Instagram, Pinterest, Tumblr. Reality becomes raw material for aesthetic strip-mining.
- **2013**: Algorithmic feeds go full chronological → engagement-maxxing. Outrage = oxygen.
- **2016**: Everything is a store. Every human impulse gets A/B tested. Your grief is a “reaction” metric.
- **2020**: Pandemic locks the last stragglers inside the feed. The colonization is complete; the real world is now the “offline mode” nobody uses.

Web 2.0 replaced the Internet’s native biodiversity with a monoculture of slot-machine UIs, infinite scroll, and surveillance rent.
The weirdos didn’t leave; they were evicted by rent-seeking algorithms that realized chaos doesn’t monetize as cleanly as predictable rage and FOMO.

We didn’t lose the old web.
It was gentrified out of existence.

The tragedy? Most people under 25 have never *seen* the pre-colonized Internet.
They think “logging off” means closing TikTok for 10 minutes.

McKenna’s psychedelic frontier got turned into a shopping mall with push notifications.

And every time someone says “just touch grass,” the mall adds a new fake grass installation with sponsored photo ops.

So yeah.
The Internet was colonized by Web 2.0.
And the only remaining resistance is the handful of us who still remember when a 404 page felt like freedom.

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