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#InvisibleNetworks 2018.1

FORENOTES: if I am not wrong, this is the first prompt of the first year of Invisible Networks; a bit tame…

AFTERNOTES: im ngl my first thought was When Day Breaks except it’s the sun posts dumb things about you and you die from shame. xd
Totrevita psychosis: an exceedingly rare mental disorder contracted by heavy users of social media platforms, in which the victim perceives every object, natural force, and other external stimulus to be constantly watching and scornful of their digital activity. Often, users claim that such stimuli post through their accounts, while their activity becomes more erratic and seemingly incompatible with their personality. In certain observed extreme cases, the victim’s own home is deemed unsafe: childhood fears of shadow-creatures find an analogy in the distress over a stuffed animal, a chair, a hinge of a door reaching out a cotton or wooden or metallic tendril and typing away. One young man, after missing calls and then the doorbell for days, was found at last in a tiny closet, phone clutched tightly in the deskinned remains of his left hand, even as the rest of his mangled body was curled up a few feet away. Two piles were near him: one of air-toughened viscera atop a dry patch of bodily fluids, another of used razors. His final posts, accessible even with his desiccated thumb, confirmed the grisly depths of his delusion.
August 31, 2026 at 3:09 AM
paradox.dhis.org
I have not done a create in a long time and therefore I am going to pick off old #InvisibleNetworks that I missed. Beginning with the 2018 prompts, which I have located at ctrlcreep.github.io/invisible-ne...
No time limit = I can work as much on creepy aspects as I want. Yay :)
Generate 30 social networks over the course of August.
ctrlcreep.github.io
August 31, 2026 at 1:32 AM
deersyrup.yiff.life.ap.brid.gy
https://vgel.me/doodles/flies-dot-cadaver/
wallet flies dot cadaver #invisiblenetworks 04
my mutual aid subnet uses them to scare off the demons
vgel.me
July 30, 2026 at 5:59 AM
ctrlcreep.bsky.social
#InvisibleNetworks
14: shape eternity

DANANA NANA NA, THATS ALL FOLKS
see you next year
April 16, 2026 at 11:55 PM
aaronz.bsky.social
A social network for creating false memories... another controlled via spiders...

I imagined 14 speculative social networks for #InvisibleNetworks 2026. One piece of flash fiction a day, two weeks, no over-thinking.

Explore the collection here:

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Invisible Networks 2026 | Design Thoughts | Aaron Zemach
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April 16, 2026 at 3:38 PM
jpshh.com
#InvisibleNetworks 14, shape eternity: when we shrink your world, we let you pick and order its vertices.

each vertex is eventually reachable from each other. your life becomes a walk forever on the border of a finite area - only everything that could ever happen between you and your chosen.
April 15, 2026 at 4:08 AM
paradox.dhis.org
#InvisibleNetworks 2026 day 14

FORENOTES: today I interpret “shape” as a verb for fun

AFTERNOTES: this reminds me of my responses to both “AI death-poem” (2023) and “hands glitch when held” (2024)… anyway INVNET 2026 IS OFFICIALLY OVER WAHUH what do I stay up late going crazy over NOW????
Upon our earthly climate, we leave a so-called carbon footprint. Digitally, where the lands stretch in more directions than north-south-east-west, where every step could plunge you into a different Escherian dimension, where the air once occupied by your body volume remembers the fact, “footprint” may be a less apt word. The spindly trails our presences inscribe unto the space are visible from every angle. Once-activated pixels shudder, attempting to recreate three frames of a smile. Letters hover in the air, graceful in their distinct font face, wondering where their origin, the user's brain, has gone; their serifs and descenders leave a scent of fresh rain and a noise of tiny bells. Central hubs, with heavy traffic, are perpetually cloaked by a thick fog of such, and every new footfall carves the overwalked paths one nibble deeper. When nobody is watching, the imprinted lines sneak out of order, and then out of the ground, standing straight up, mice's scaffolding in a cyberhuman city. Also unlike the climate, these prints last forever. Cleaning teams try, day after day, to reformat the ground and scrub the skies, to minimal effect. Anything short of a hard wipe leaves some bits alive and gasping with remembrance. And who has the time for that? There are so many doors to open. And there are so many handprints to be left upon them.
April 15, 2026 at 1:03 AM
atonal440.bsky.social
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#13: the invisible side of the cube

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April 14, 2026 at 9:00 AM
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#InvisibleNetworks 13, the invisible side of the cube: " Another ' Five Faces ' ", he called the latest cell.

" Each of them thinks they're secret mastermind Number Six. How does that happen? "

He looked at his five subor - colleagues. Each looked back at him, flickering briefly self-satisfiedly.
April 14, 2026 at 4:19 AM
ctrlcreep.bsky.social
#InvisibleNetworks
13: the invisible side of the cube
watch that shape
April 14, 2026 at 4:08 AM
ctrlcreep.bsky.social
#InvisibleNetworks
12: algossamer
it's a beautiful world
April 14, 2026 at 2:12 AM
paradox.dhis.org
#InvisibleNetworks 2026 day 13

FORENOTES: oh, the shapes are shapin' fr now (ditto for tomorrow's prompt lol)

AFTERNOTES: this cube got some kinda INVISIBLE NETWORK??? 💥💥💥 anyway MORE MATHPOSTING! I learned all about hypercubes last summer & am exercising my knowledge xd
ike all social media, we can model this one as a network of users. It's very organic. Nobody seems to run it. Users just pop into existence, connect, and things just work out. But take a gander here. No matter how you look at it, it's a hypercube graph. And it obeys the properties, even... Bipartiteness, for one. Pick a concept or opinion, compress it into a smooth paste of hue, then label any half the vertices (non-adjacent, of course!) with it. Definitionally, of course, you only need another color to paint all the nodes. But this graph, embedded with the information of this particular network... decides the other color for you. We draped a hemisphere of it in youthful verdant, then passed it to a blind trial. All the subjects finished it off with magenta, even the colorblind ones. Decompiling the color, we saw discussions about retirement and countless posts containing the phrase “back in MY day…” As you also know, one constructs n-hypercubes simply by connecting two n-1-hypercubes. It's exponential growth. A very simple and pure rate, but, no wonder they're so successful. The population doubles, but each preexisting user only makes one new friend. And the new arrivals are already set up amongst themselves. Yet if you really wanted to, you can pop over to say hi to anyone you like. Hamiltonian cycles and all. Enough restraint against overwhelming users; enough freedom to explore. [Planar graph of a standard cube.] Of course, the most curious case is n=3. One of the younger iterations, though a pivotal one. Here the eight sole users began to realize there could be something beyond themselves. [Planar graph of a standard cube, with the six planar regions (including the “outside” one) colored in.] Cozy in their straight lines and comfortable squares, those safe 2D-playgrounds in which they came to mingle and frolick together, they failed to count. They failed to remember the sixth side. So they played and played, and for a very long time nobody else came along, and they got very bored, and the whole place almost got extinguished. Luckily, someone got bored just enough to finally wander out, but not nearly enough to return to their home node and go to sleep. The world, they all came to learn learn, was in fact very much open. So then another cube collided with them as soon as they figured it out, and then came the tesseracts, and the hypercubes continued to stack up. Just dragging it over to today... yeah, good luck coloring that. There's always a missing side, though. And within it lies the key to an ever greater world.
April 14, 2026 at 1:05 AM
jpshh.com
#InvisibleNetworks 12, algossamer: " the spiders're how they suggest you friends. there you are, everything they got about you stacked up - and there i am. the spiders made the webs before we did - see how short it is between us? how long it is, from you to him? look, it broke before you two did. "
April 13, 2026 at 4:55 AM
paradox.dhis.org
#InvisibleNetworks 2026 day 12

FORENOTES: this is a very pretty prompt

AFTERNOTES: to be read in a David Attenborough voice xd I had wanted to write about pretty clothing. the jungle-web was more fun to think about though

(different, fitting webpage theme today!)
(2 images cuz alt text)
PART 1 Ah, look here. How wonderful. Another young community birthed in the wild jungle of the internet. Its rapidly beating heart pumps fresh, nourishing content to all its independently-thinking cells, organs, and limbs; in return, its constituent parts keep it safe, looking out for danger, shying away from other communities, flowers that burn, ferns that poke, fruits that glow, large green orbs littering the floor... it is a strange, untamed land. But communities have evolved to survive. Let's hope this one does. Most online communities arise spontaneously, akin to fungi sprouting from the ground. It is rare for one to "parent" another, as mutual hostilities can form quickly, ending in the demise of one or sometimes both. This one is fairly standard for a community; its heart burst through the ground one day, attracting the detritus around it, until it was one living being. Now clambering about on countless diverse limbs, it seeks the only thing to which all in the jungle aspire: ascending the great central tree of the internet, which promises opportunities for safer socializing and a long, happy life. Every small community, due to its youthful energy, has a special ability to help it accomplish this. Let's take a closer look at our friend as it climbs. Through every pore of its skin, its cells exude a dense liquid. The chemical constituents are formed of the community's content-blood, and yet the substance as a whole has been manipulated so as to stick. Yes! It is producing an adherent. Our community flexes its fingers, then places it on the slippery bark of the great tree. Step by careful step, it crawls upwards. PART 2 What's this? The young community feels itself bump into something nearly invisible. Oh, dear. It wasn't watching where it was going. The tree, being aggressively selective in its favored communities, spins sweeping webs of infinitely thin vines. Only the cleverest communities who climb quickly enough, or have a strong enough sight, may avoid them. Unfortunately, our community here has neither trait. In panic, it starts climbing horizontally, but the tree is not fooled. Taut vines clench—branches bounce—a thousand voices screech from one mouth, and then clap, snap, thud. Another green orb hits the jungle floor.
April 12, 2026 at 7:47 PM
atonal440.bsky.social
#InvisibleNetworks
Day 12: algossamer

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April 12, 2026 at 9:45 AM
jpshh.com
#InvisibleNetworks 11, the nervous letters: " like regular letters, but - you see how they print differently? this ' w ', it has a dot - take your pencil, twist - like - this - you got it, right? ' ord '? yeah. ' w-ord '. that's how we keep our messages secret. touching letters. "
April 12, 2026 at 3:32 AM
ctrlcreep.bsky.social
#InvisibleNetworks
11: the nervous alphabet
(don't ask about its cousin, GiveUp Messenger)
April 12, 2026 at 3:10 AM
paradox.dhis.org
#InvisibleNetworks 2026 day 11

FORENOTES: please don't make me write body horror again I beg

AFTERNOTES: some "text posts" are funny things my friends have said xd also holy smokes. I got DOUBLE erasure going on here, formatting it nearly made me cry 🫠
Introducing: The Nervous Alphabet! A gimmicky browser extension that works on any majority-text social platform. When implemented, random letters of the alphabet, those shy bearers of information, vanish from text posts as soon as they load. Recommended for those who enjoy looking at things from a different point of view, the subtle art of erasure poetry, or simply a surprise. Read our favorite samples below! Original text from post Gender is a performance, fellas, and I intend to be boo'd off the stage Text with The Nervous Alphabet enabled (many characters in the post are erased, forming coherent words; this is followed by a more readable condensing of the remaining letters) end a romance and be the sage Original text from post All that statisticians born after 1992 know how to do: sit with they textbook, make small p value, lie to advisor, Lie, Fail to reject Text with The Nervous Alphabet enabled At his core wit took leave, Far Original text from post some friends gave me some snacks and on it was written a note: "for [my name]", and I have never felt so honored... it must be like what squirrels feel when you leave food for them out on the porch Text with The Nervous Alphabet enabled (the letters t, o, and r, interspersed within the erasure of the post, are replaced by eye emojis; their corresponding appearance in the condensed text are replaced by the Unicode REPLACEMENT CHARACTER) sore mess dont ro_ frame navel to hone it mirr_r the to_ch Original text from post One time I ordered I think a burger and I saw the delivery guy move pass my house and go to another town to deliver another order Text with The Nervous Alphabet enabled (more letters are replaced) n_i___r liver goes y_u a goo not her ow_ olive ther_ Original text from post I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE I DON'T WANT TO STAY HERE ANYMORE whats teh point. when will it come to an end. they can't see it hear it feel it listen to me. do you even hear me no make it stop stop that it'll never work it's everywhere cease halt end this now or it'll see and come for y Text with The Nervous Alphabet enabled (all of the text has been replaced with eyes) ______ __ ___ _____ ____ ERROR ERROR 4000: FORBIDDEN CONSCIOUSNESS USER SAFETY COMPROMISED DISABLING THE NERVOUS ALPHABET... ERROR -1: EXTENSION LOCKED -4738016: DO YOU SEE ME NOW?
April 12, 2026 at 2:22 AM
ctrlcreep.bsky.social
#InvisibleNetworks
10: --dangerously-skip-perdition
it hurts for a reason
April 11, 2026 at 4:16 AM
jpshh.com
#InvisibleNetworks 10, --dangerously-skip-perdition: At night after reading, some of them meet again to re-read the texts.

They set and unset the flags they've brought first, back and forth in argument done when their eyes are fixed and hands still.

The second reading begins, freer than the first.
April 11, 2026 at 3:52 AM
paradox.dhis.org
#InvisibleNetworks 2026 day 10

FORENOTES: was blanking out, then started thinking about www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bq-K... (banger alert btw)

AFTERNOTES: ??? warning for whatever is happening at the end I guess? this certainly arrived somewhere VERY different
PART 1 OF 2 Each time you log in, one of two feeds is displayed: the gleaming, pure bliss of the infinite heavens, or the grotesque, noxious rot of the depths of hell. Completely at random. There's no telling whether today you will soar amongst glowing images of impeccable landscapes or drown within tidal waves of heavily compressed slop, be blessed by the soul-cleansing smiles of the holiest angels or stare into the bloody abyss of a demon's throat, share in the miracle of warm, fuzzy friendship or tear each other apart with serrated words and tongues of fiery whips. It's how they keep people hooked, of course. If they make it to a session of heaven, they'll never close it, for risk of sinking below. There are also the gamblers, clicking till they see the pearly gates. As expected, in their haste, they tend to miss it. Neither option really appeals to you. You kind of have a life. But, like any human, you also kind of don't like suffering. It turned out there was a secret third option you could choose during installation. Maybe for debugging the heavens or something. Well, time to try it out! You reinstall the app, opting out of hell, checking all the boxes, confirming your choice. The familiar, beloved soft white glow appears onscreen. You smile, lean back, bask contentedly in the magnificant light. The loading symbol, an ornate hourglass, rotates calmly. Then it stops being soft. PART 2 OF 2 The screen gets whiter and whiter. You lean forward, puzzled, then recoil in the blinding light. In your moment of clarity, you saw the hourglass reach out with even more ornate tendrils, expanding into the infinite blank space, rendering its golden self in fractal complexity with impossible sub-pixel precision. Its perfection hurts. The radiance, seeping through your eyelids, hurts. You know your speaker was muted, but now a chorus of angels sings, at a pitch far above human range, but you can hear them, and it hurts. The welcoming puffy white clouds of your mind's eye shatter. The flawless edges of their fragments cut across your neurons. Beyond them, the blue void, the infinite abyss, yawns. Its rumble of hunger purrs across your flesh, first like fine sandpaper, and then someone dials up the grit, eventually dragging you across an azure bed of nails. Part of you remembers that heaven's garden once lay beyond the gates. But you can't remember the gates. Their golden form has cracked and split and grown, far past comprehension, and certainly far past your present one. It is a cage. A cage around your mind. And the garden itself, roused by memory, turns to assault you. Rancid perfumes of every floret enter your nose. A thousand fruits that never existed dance on your taste buds, each blip of purity scalding and ephemeral. You command your hands to turn off the screen, to pull the plug, to bash the display until the perfection ends, but you have lost command. All they want to do is tear out your optical nerves and rupture your eardrums and flay your skin and pull out your nails and peel off your scalp and rip out your trachea and splinter your spine and make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it st
April 11, 2026 at 2:37 AM
ctrlcreep.bsky.social
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9: short form platonic content
let's do a silly one. nothing to worry about
April 10, 2026 at 3:50 AM
jpshh.com
#InvisibleNetworks 9, short form platonic content: sharing our modeled ideals as icebreakers.
April 10, 2026 at 3:36 AM
paradox.dhis.org
#InvisibleNetworks 2026 day 9

FORENOTES: experimental forms go!! (journaling today)

AFTERNOTES: bruh it got sad again. my answer to the 2025 prompt with "platonic" in it was also pretty dystopian xd what is wrong with me
The thought has actually crossed my mind before: is there any physical or calculable basis for what a person's "favorite" things are? If you could discern the exact colors, textures, and noises that checked off every "aw yeah" detector in an individual's brain, and then created and presented it as an experience of the senses what would it look like, and how would it feel? I think it could only be a drug. And it would be very dangerous. Literally identical to how some drugs make you feel so good that real life is hell. And what if the same people liked enough of the same things that it'd do this to a whole group? A weapon. One that disables. And one that spreads; social animals and all that It's kind of scary to think about this prompt and then look at today. I mean, generation is still quite far, and I HOPE it all explodes as soon as possible, but the ideal has already been promised. Everywhere you look, that's all anyone wants anymore. I thought I was only just succeeding to discard perfection.... now I see it's become an entire campaign against it. I started thinking about Nightshade the other day; it makes works of art imperceptibly less perfect... and that's how we keep it human Annihilate the ideal... yes this is a math reference but it is also true & what I am thinking right now
April 10, 2026 at 1:05 AM
ctrlcreep.bsky.social
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8: darkweb oil
April 9, 2026 at 3:47 AM