<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Philip-K-Dick on Signal Through Static</title><link>https://signalthroughstatic.cc/casefiles/philip-k-dick/</link><description>Recent content in Philip-K-Dick on Signal Through Static</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><copyright>© 2026 S. Caronia / J. Miller · &lt;a href="https://github.com/josephusm/blog/blob/main/LICENSE" target="_blank" rel="noopener">CC BY-NC-SA 4.0&lt;/a> · &lt;a href="https://github.com/josephusm/blog/blob/main/COPYRIGHT" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Copyright&lt;/a></copyright><lastBuildDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://signalthroughstatic.cc/casefiles/philip-k-dick/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Consensual Penfield</title><link>https://signalthroughstatic.cc/signals/the-consensual-penfield/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://signalthroughstatic.cc/signals/the-consensual-penfield/</guid><description>&lt;p>In &lt;em>Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?&lt;/em>, Philip K. Dick invents the Penfield mood organ. Dial a number, get a feeling. Want to watch television no matter what is on? Dial 888. The device does not persuade. It replaces the internal state with an external instruction, and the result feels genuine.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>What makes the Penfield disturbing is not the mechanism — it is the consent. Iran argues with Rick about dialing a mood. Rick knows the device is artificial. He uses it anyway.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>The Care for What You Know Is False</title><link>https://signalthroughstatic.cc/signals/the-care-for-what-you-know-is-false/</link><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://signalthroughstatic.cc/signals/the-care-for-what-you-know-is-false/</guid><description>&lt;p>Philip K. Dick&amp;rsquo;s &lt;em>Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?&lt;/em> is a novel about a single working day. Rick Deckard wakes up, argues with his wife over the Penfield mood organ, goes to work, kills six androids, drives into the desert, finds a toad, and comes home. The whole thing takes about twenty-four hours. It reads like a procedural, and that is exactly the point.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>The procedural frame forces a question Dick could not have raised otherwise: what happens to the person doing the job when the job gets done? Not in the heroic sense. In the mundane sense: the task list empties, and you have to live with what you did to empty it. Rick does not collapse under the weight of moral revelation. He collapses under the weight of having nothing left to do.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>