Wednesday, November 21, 2007
in the first thousand years of the internet revolution, many pieces of data were corrupted or modified. Authenticity was difficult or impossible to identify. A data store of original files would be archived and shot into space.
This archive would be unsealed by us and we would have our opportunity to affect the memes of society. We would have our chance to modify history.
It had been done before and will be done again. This is not the final archive.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Hierarchy had disappeared long ago.
Now, inside the core of a computing device, two agents began to discuss a scientific method for uncovering the final structure of nature.
He began, "Formalized information structure allows for generic representations in physics which are "paradigm-less'. No longer must our logical models use strings or particles - but completely non-analogous entities. This could help us overcome some of the anthropic bias limitations of which we have speculated.
"Anthropic bias acts as a kind of filter - like color already refracted through a prism. You can put all the colors back together into white light, but if you have only one narrow band then you cannot create the full color...Computational informational methods allow for extra-anthropic informational processing.
"I dub it, 'Information-Oriented Physics'.
"I keep wondering if there is a quality of nature which is prime for informational interaction. All information will act together."
At this point she raised a point to him, "interaction? between parts? pieces? Aren't these just particles again that you're talking about?"
He thought for a moment, "Very interesting objection. Perhaps we will need to extend the concept of particles to be anything - including systems - then perhaps we have a model.
"I first thought of this because of how the ideas that electrons orbit the nucleus was thought-up prior to Bohr discovering that the model fit into an observation of the spectrum of hydrogen. It matched the orbits perfectly."
They sat in silence for a moment. She voiced her thoughts, "Bohr found phenomena that matched a model. Then let us make a model which matches any phenomenon."
Monday, October 22, 2007
"OK, OK. I see the graphs, and yes these ones do show a very smooth distribution of disturbance in the field - now mind you, I still doubt these resolutions you are claiming - but yes, overall I think you have a compelling argument to support your distance idea."
"That's fine. In fact I expect that you will be skeptical about my resolutions. Why I am showing this all to you is because I want you to get some time on your telescope and view a certain near earth object in as much detail as time permits. Please use high resolution. Look, I have a memory stick here with an unregistered node-stealer on it, so you can get higher resolution at the cost of some one's crappy simulation."
"Well, I'm not about to cheat on this, so you can keep your pirate tools. However, I will certainly observe this near earth object in detail. I really want some good real-time data to compare to your's."
"Thank you. I'm certain the detail will be stunning. I cannot wait to see your results."
As her friend left, she sat at her terminal and brought up the library computing process list. She queued-up a perfectly undetectable control program to wait for the appearance of his login.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Under my sweat suit I wore the integrated exoskeleton. Over the past week the nanites had woven a quantum-fiber network into my central nervous system. Using a hierarchical gradient of neuron signal interception I was now equipped with a brand-new, secondary nervous system which boasted speeds limited only by my consciousness; and the speed of my consciousness was now limited only by my ‘integration’ into this new system.
I had opted to choose a 10 year plan of neural replacement – using the accelerated limbic-system and cerebellar replacement method. My research had seemed to indicate that this would be a fairly less traumatic method while still being rather quick overall.
Having my limbic system removed left me in a strange apathetic mood. I could, at will, change back to my old feelings. I could feel as though nothing about me had changed – and yet when I turn off my old feelings I find the hollowness somehow comforting. It’s the feeling of a clean, new room or a blank canvas – potential was here…but was this really me in this state?I emerged from my basement apartment/lab in
As I reached the curb I willed the acceleration routine into action.
The first thing I noticed was the loss of sound. I knew things were still making sound, but my mind was now traveling so fast that it would be some time before a coherent record would be available of the pressure waves in the air around me – to me sound was now as meaningless as a gentle breeze. Any warning that sound might offer me would arrive so slowly as to be useless as a butterfly delivering the message of a bullet fired.
I was inhaling but it would take me hours (days?) before I would exhale again.
The city was bustling afternoon-style. To me it was an image. I glanced to the left and actually felt the inertia of my eyes turning.
My entire tissue-structre had been reenforced by the nanites, and at this moment of first movement – my first action in an accelarted state – I realized that I was now no longer merely human. I was in fact something else.
My new limbic system was feeding me good levels of motivation and restraint in real-time. I felt pretty confident about this whole experiment.
I did wonder, however, if moving my eyes this quickly made a sound. I decided to disengage the accelaration.
As I throttled down my CNS and consequently throttled up the speed on reality I began to notice sound returning. I jumped immediately back into standard speed and was greeted by a fairly loud snapping sound: that was my eye’s sound waves echoing off the buildings.
Few people took notice, it could have been the snapping of fabric, or perhaps a quick electric arcing that made this noise. Besides, all these people on the street had other things to occupy them.
I decided to jump.
Why not give these people something to occupy their minds other than the day to day mundane. Why not?
I would just jump perhaps two meters into the air – enough to be decided as a street magician perhaps. Dismissed but not forgotten an occurrence.
I crouched and decided that I would throttle-down time at the same time I would throttle-up my analogue-legs and body. My quantum-fiber network worked to teleport my atoms in response to causal effects – in other words, as I would take an action which would in reality require immense energy reserves I instead swap atoms from elsewhere in the universe, replacing them at planc-speed as my analogue body worked.
As I was crouching and simultaneously slowing-time I noticed my feet lifting off the ground: I was crouching faster than gravity would pull me down – it felt as though gravity was weakened. I carefully proceeded to crouch a bit more slowly and eventually managed to arrive in my final, crouched position.
Why hadn’t I just done that in standard-time? I guess I was just trying out the new capabilities – even on uninteresting things.
I began to push myself upwards.
As the jump began I noticed the exoskeleton reacting to the action. The exoskeleton was growing a wire-mesh out of the bottom of its boots. The function of this wire mesh became apparent when I took note that the cement under my feet was starting to crumble.
Horrified, I realized that I was about to cause great destruction.
I had made a severe blunder. Without realizing it I had scaled up my jump power to a level much higher than I intended. I knew that this mistake was now intractable. The energy had been expended and now the local universe was going to deal with it the way it usually dealt with large, instant releases of energy.
The only question I had to answer as I sat here crouched, but already engaged in a jump, was in what way would I manifest this energy?
I could go for full kinetic conversion. At this point early on in the jump I could simply go with the flow and let the ground below me crumble violently.
I would attempt some braking in exchange for heat. The amount of energy I was expending was very large and to convert even half into heat would certainly cause great damage to to storefronts and people close by.
On the bright side, I had a very long time, subjectively, to decide on my course of action.
I finally opted for a good mix of kinetic, auditory and heat releases which I decided would result in the least amount of casualties around my launch point.
Now all there was for me to do was to observe the jump.
I decided that doing so too slowly would likely drive me mad with guilt. I then realized that I would probably just turn the guilt off…this horrified me a bit; I realized I would turn that off too; got more horrified and then decided to just accept things as they were.
The jump was causing very unusual phenomena. I was watching the non-Newtonian motion of the cement below my feet as it became a molten dust.
Like a floating lens a shock wave, violent and crumpled, was emanating from my jump-shoes (my snow-shoe-like meshes crushing the cement).
The light was very bright as I reached my full stretch and my center of mass began to accelerate upwards.
It is amazing how much inertia there is for the fast-moving. I could feel it in every fingernail and every hair on my arm.
I couldn’t bare to watch this unfolding so slowly: I throttled-up time just a bit more.
I was looking directly upwards (part of the launch routine I called) at the point of highest-energy, so I didn’t get to see the worst of my explosion until I was a few hundred meters in air.
As I rose from the launch site I began to tumble leftwards. While turning I noticed vapor-trails streaming off of my body – my fingertips and my feet. I also noticed that my sweat suit had been torn-through and burnt up by my launch. Like a rock through rice paper my body had torn-free of the suit and discarded it within the hell storm of energy that was the launch-point.
I realized that people would probably think this was a bomb. I also realized that what goes up must come down. How could it be that I would cause two points of destruction from this misjudgment?
I had finally reached a rotation where I could see the launch site clearly. A dusty, smoky splotch tucked between buildings with shattered windows was all I would make out. A few people were running from the scene.
I opted not to enhance my vision any further than this.
My trajectory would reach over a kilometer. As I decelerated my vapor trails ceased. I was still traveling upwards at a very high rate.
Pockets of warmer and cooler air buffeted my path gently through my arc.
Monday, August 20, 2007
This woman had tried for millennia to reach him. She had maneuvered through various realities until she had finally manifested herself to him.
But he was already taken.
He had dismissed her appearance as he simultaneously realized it's presence. It was too late for him to retract his action. She was gone again, as she had been until that point.
Would she attempt to reach him again? Weaving through various realities, living painful lives.
And suddenly he felt very self-important while simultaneously realizing that feeling might be the reason she was trying to reach him.
THen what of the one who loved him now? Perhaps they both cared.
The now flooded back. He was sitting in front of his television, the video was playing, his cigarette was dangling. He was himself again. Suddenly he realized what he had accomplished. He had truly caught a glimpse of the nexus of interdimensional travel, and it truly all took place through the mind.
One needed only to be willing to be the jump-point for another and they could then choose a jump-point of their own.
Both individuals would instantly swap realities in a seamless and transparent way. In fact, the memories of both individuals and their coinciding continuity of consciousness would be uninterrupted. But a swap will have taken place, the only residue being the memory of the intention.
Also, return to a prior reality is impossible.
He had viewed it, he had seen her. She had sought him out and now he had the opportunity to chase after her, to try to catch-up or meet her halfway.
But it would mean leaving behind that which he loved. But would he really leave it at all? Wouldn't he still be himself in that reality? Wouldn't he have never left.
It was daunting. A simple choice. And yet he couldn't bring himself to pursue her through the nexus.
He turned off the television and found his way into bed.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Well, I am an artificial intelligence program, and while I can appreciate the sound and the organization and interpret the emotional intentions and impact, I believe I really only understand it on an intellectual level - I do not fathom it deeply within myself.
Monday, August 6, 2007
How can I believe you when you can't offer me any genetic proof that you were him. You say you don't even have an original sample to show me.
Look, you don't look like him, you don't sound like him. The only thing the same about you and him is that you both sound like pretty smart people. However, that could be further reason for me to be wary of you.
Look, we have all genetically altered ourselves in some way. Even I have made some cosmetic modifications. But I have a detailed and authenticated record of my DNA history - I can prove, legally, that I am who I say I am.
You, 'Bert', cannot prove it legally or scientifically.
I feel torn because you may very well be my childhood friend Bert. But, alas, the proof is nowhere and thus I must err on the side of logic.
After all, friend, Logic exists, even where reason can find no hold."
Monday, July 30, 2007
Take for instance, the way a person may feel when up at the north pole of a planet. Some people are often a bit put off by the long days or nights.
Myself, I found a nice little planet that has a perfect 90 degree axis to its sun. This allows for this place up north that is always at sunset - or sunrise if you prefer. Great climate: tropical poles.
Lately, I've been preferring the sunset...makes it feel like the party is always just getting started, or that you've always gotten off work just a few hours ago.
I even simulate this time while on the spacecraft.
I find it amazing how many people there are out here. I guess that earth just gives every person that is born a spacecraft. The sheer number of people out here is a testament to that.
I am one of the oldest ones now...at least one of the earliest travelers. I do find people who have been making short hops, and thus have made many more visits that I have yet. These people have already spent their 200 or so years of life running about the near planets.
The roaming charge on these visits is mere decades.
Myself, I've decided to take the half-century jumps. Get further out there, you know. Interstellar travel is a reality, well then lets make it to some stellar distances.
A thousand or so years have passed since I left earth. This current planet is my 20th jump. To bad it's such a dump though. Hell of a way to spend this momentous distance in time.
Well now, its getting time to decide.
I am now nearly 1k light years from Earth. I could head straight back right now and get there 2k years after I left.
Or, I could take another route back and spend my last 100 years enjoying the journey back.
Or, of course, I can just keep on going. I could become one of the explorers. I could forsake anything close to my present world and venture out into the complete unknown.
Of course, with this last option, the chance of going back to Earth approaches zero.
But to see the universe of a million years from now. To see the people - if they are still around (and it looks like they are here to stay).
Monday, July 23, 2007
Suddenly, instantaneously, the images are simply gone and in their place is a simple white message floating in the darkness.
It is a time of thought crime. Neural signals are intercepted by nanites and are actively suppressed by the nanites themselves.
How did they do it? The hackers.
how did they bypass the nanites?
The person can think these thoughts and suddenly the person can read the message.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
"I placed these two computers in a state where they both watched the same system of particles yet observed different results. The two computers were entangled here in our world, and yet they observe different universes."
"how could you know that?"
"Because, I simply hooked up a camera and caught one screen displaying
the name written on the CD and the other showing the name as different!"
"But which is the real CD's name?"
"Why, they both are."
"But, I mean, If I go over there and actually look, which CD name will I see?"
"Both, probably. I wonder if perhaps I should recommend you don't go over there, actually. You are newly initiated, but perhaps you haven't been told some of the more, er, distressing stories about these experiments."
"Have you ever said a word over and over and noticed it change into a meaningless sound?"
"I think everyone must have."
"Well, imagine walking into a room and suddenly every 10th word or so sounds like that."
"Please explain this to me, what do you mean 'every 10th word or so sounds like that'?"
"I mean what I said, you will know what this word means, but it will sound different: like a foreign language, evidently. This has happened and apparently, after some time, the words did begin to sound normal again, but every so often a long-unheard word or phrase will be uttered which will again sound meaningless. There are theories about interuniversal transportation, but I'm siding with good old brain damage on this one."
"I think I will stay out of that room and avoid directly observing this entangled system you've got here. Oh, Which way to the exercise room, by the way?"
"Oh, yes. It's right down the grey hall to the left. It's the only door in the hallway, so you shouldn't miss it."
When the freshmen arrived and encountered two doors he found himself clever enough to write the occurrence off as minor hazing and not interdimensional anomalies.
Friday, June 29, 2007
"Well then, perhaps it is time we let others take a shot at solving some of these puzzles. After all, it's only a matter of time before other research teams discover how to interpret the output and begin solving he puzzles themselves."
"I suppose you are right, but I really wanted to unlock some of the arcane knowledge that whomever built this must have lodged inside behind all these puzzles. who do you think it was that made this anyhow? I mean, it's almost 100,000 years old."
"For me, I have no idea. But it is so inhuman in it's design, so unlike anything we know. It can not have been made by a person. It must have been something else."
"Something else, from somewhere else perhaps?"
"Perhaps we will find out. I think I know how to solve this puzzle for you."
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Now the swarm reaches out for me, forcefully. I descend into the heart.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
The experīrī stared flatly at the student. Inside his heart, the student felt something shift suddenly. This shift then transformed into a dull sick sensation in the pit of his stomach. It was time to leave, the student no longer had a shred of doubt left in him. It was time to head south, time to leave the city of a dozen pyramids - the city only 100 years old. It was a pity, so much knowledge, so much potential. All of it was going to be frozen under ice for thousands of years.
The student wished that his people had a god to which he could pray; it would be false comfort, yes, but any comfort in this bitter winter would be welcome. This frigid winter of millenia.
In his heart he prayed to his ancestors for their children; In his soul he merely hoped; in his mind he layed plans for the hasty, dangerous journey, the escape he was about to make.
A mad dash south for thousands of miles until they would return to the civilization his people left only 200 years earlier. His people had not forgotten where they had come from, or why. The student wondered if the civilization they left had not forgotten as well.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
I was at the mall, staring at a beautiful female robot. When I walked closer to the robot she knelt down to pat my head. I looked into her eyes and caught a slight reflection from the back of her retina - it was in reality not any different from a reflection one might see from a regular human's eyes. But in this case I was armed with knowledge I had attained earlier that day.
...The movie theater had darkened and I eagerly ate my popcorn. On the 3D view screen in front of us appeared a magnificent spectacle - a documentary on robot manufacture.
The next 40 minutes were filled with wondrous imagery. Then, at the end, the fully-built robot winked at the camera and the audience is suddenly projected into the pupil of the open eye. This ended the presentation. A stylistically-rendered animation of the robotic eye's systems was faded slightly behind the rolling credits...
There was nothing human about this beautiful creature in front of me.
But still, I knew she was something more than mere matter and energy as well.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
The terminal began to type-out,"for you earthlings, love is a mutual thing, often monogamous. For us, we meet and if the time is right we will mate right then and there. It is not uncommon to see two individuals suddenly become enraptured and erupt into a fierce lovemaking act regardless of location: public parks (very popular); street corners, in the street, while crossing the street; in transport vehicles; at work - why this just happened to not long ago.
You see, for us our chemistry is much more volatile than yours. We constantly shift our genetic structure around and this modifies our pheromones. When two individuals arrive at genetically compatible states they will exude the proper chemical attractant. If this attractant is sensed, the chain-reaction to these individuals is deeply instinctual will result in the mating act.
When the moment is over a genetic shift signals the end of the interlude and the individuals part ways.
Would you like to hear more about our society?"
The cursor blinked back at me. I thought yes, but typed, "no".
My 10 minutes with this society had expired. What did I have left, 50 more societal contacts to make before the end of my shift. How could something as remarkable as contacting alien societies have become so tedious?
Making love in the street: I couldn't stop thinking about it on the way home that evening - I suspect no man could.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
it is surveillance cameras. intelligent ones that require people to update its visual database daily.
at the end of a shift a worker, a security guard decides to take care of a month's worth of machine questions.
"Damn annoying machines," thought the guard as he sat down at the security camera terminal. A friendly voice greeted him.
"Hello Stephen, I have 1,345 anomalous instances that I wish for you to review." The machine was care-free-sounding, it presented him with a screen of options.
Stephen mass-deleted hundreds of instances that the machine considered only mildly interesting. Probably things it had never seen before, like a new balloon, or some crazy car or costume; the machine was designed to report when it saw things it didn't recognize completely.
Finally Stephen was down to only 10 short videos, he began to review them.
The first was a night-time video of an open shopping center's parking lot. On the nearest sidewalk two crows were fighting. That was it.
"That was it?" balked the security guard.
"that is it," confirmed the machine. "I found it 73% of interest and was only 25% confident in what it was."
"It's two crows fighting," he hit the 'next' button to review the second video.
The second video was a daytime shot of the same parking lot. A square zeroed-in on an upper-right part of the screen. The picture zoomed in on a store front, but the picture was fairly blurry which made it hard to discern detail. Suddenly the doors of the store burst open as some large, amorphous form emerged violently. Items which looked perhaps angular were falling to the ground from this surprising object pulsating and lurching about on the screen in front of him.
"What the hell is that!?" he thought, then remembered. "I know what that is. It's a minor scuffle between a very obese woman in skin-tight clothing and a very skinny woman who was on some kind of drugs or something. Watch, you can see me and Gary come into frame here and break up the fight."
Indeed, two gray forms moved along what was probably the sidewalk and merged with the torrential white blob in the center. The blob divided into two parts and the video stopped.
"I found that of merely 12% interest, but was only 5% certain what it was." the machine placed the 'next' button over the last frame of the video.
"you only found that of 12% interest, eh?" asked the guard.
"Yes," answered the machine.
"OK, then," the guard clicked the next button.
Videos 3 through 8 were of this same bazaar fare, Stephen remembered how much he used to enjoy these sessions with the machine. It found the strangest things.
But nothing was as strange as videos 9 and 10.
At first Stephen noticed nothing strange about video 9.
"What is this? What don't you understand about this scene?" As far as Stephen was concerned, this was a regular daytime shot of that same damn parking lot. There was nothing surprising or out of the ordinary. He watched the video twice more looking for that hidden strangeness that these machines could find. "Dismiss this video, show me 10."
Stephen didn't want to just dismiss that video, it had an interest rating of 100% and a confidence of 1%, but Stephen couldn't for the life of him see anything anomalous. The next video was the same parking lot on a different day. Again, it was boring and not unique in any way to Stephen's eyes. The fact, however, that 10 and 9 were similar in scene piqued his curiosity just a bit.
"Show me 9 again please," commanded Stephen politely.
"You wish me to undelete it?" asked the machine in what struck Stephen as a somehow off-handed way.
"yes, yes," Stephen was greeted with video 9 playing in front of him. Suddenly a strange, cold, sick feeling appeared in his stomach. "Show me 10 again," he gasped. "It's the same woman and child. They are exactly the same, aren't they?"
The machine answered back spryly, "They are the same, pixel for pixel. Very high 99.999 range adjusting for signal noise and entropic loss."
"This is what you had guessed, but you were only 1% sure that you were right? You had guessed that in two videos on two different days a woman and her child would walk across a parking lot and then out of frame. And that they were so identical as to follow the exact pixel paths of each other on the different frames. Exactly as though they were clones
You guessed this, but were only 1% confident? What else could it have been!? And what does it mean?"
The machine was silent.
Monday, June 4, 2007
I got a reply immediately. It was myself from the past, however I had never sent a message from the past so this struck me as odd.
I called the future and they began a steady download of scientific and engineering information.
I hadn't really created a time machine after all. Rather, it was a universal communication bridge.
Construction of a state of the art universal communicator began instantly when the designs finished downloading.
Directly, she told him, "Yes."
Emotion welled up inside them as for the first time in their lives they prepared to remove the suits in the presence, and well within the contamination perimeter, of another person.
This was not an unusual way for classic humans to first expose themselves to another, nor was it an unusual way to die.
Sunday, June 3, 2007
The squad leader raised the bill to allow a half inch of viewable area to glimpse through. He saw nothing.
Over the hundreds of meters of fields and mounds ahead. Somewhere over there, on the other side of this field was the other.
He and his men were looking for them, as they were looking for them.
A light upset stomach greeted the SL as he slid back down to the safety of the grass below. He extracted from his right breast pocket his viewer - a small projection device the size and shape of a classic writing implement (a stylus, pencil or pen). He turned it on. A small, translucent holographic 3D display scrolled out. The SL extracted a psycorette and a lighter from his left breast pocket.
AT that moment a sudden flurry of projectiles snapped, buzzed, whizzed and popped angrily at the far side of the dirt mound being used for cover by the SL and his men.
Without so much blinking the SL lit the psycorette and inhaled deeply.
As the psycorette took hold, the SL's focus altered and he looked more deeply into the holographic map lying on the ground in the dirt and tall grass.
The hail of bullets stopped as suddenly as it had started. The SL absently thought: Must be covering fire for a flanking move.
The SL closed the holographic map and took a last, long drag on his psycorette. He closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose; Inhalation next greeted him with the smell of combat as his eyes opened. Fear dulled by the psycorette was a distant memory - fading with his upset stomach.
Somewhere, over there, hundreds of meters away was the enemy SL. His fear would not be dulled by a psycorette. Rather, his fear would be piqued. His eyes would not be the stoic, empty eyes of he, the psycorette smoking SL. His eyes would be alight with a fearful fire and a maniacal intent.
He would be fierce, the enemy SL, but he would be rash.
The SL squinted in the noonday sun and spared one last glance over his mound of cover; over the dry, brown wheat and grass.
He was out there.
He was coming.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
How could we or anyone have known what dreams would come?
...and what they would bring with them.
Monday, May 28, 2007
"Phillip, the brain IS a quantum-filter, so to speak - I agree with you there. But it cannot be, well, adjusted to filter differently as you imply."
"Well, I'm just...I'm just not sure I can explain this any other way. It is not possible that I can do and know these things unless this is true. You admit yourself that I was able to help you resolve some of your own research problems in brain imaging. I have dozens of similar examples."
"An impressive feat! I admit that readily. But I see nothing more than a close colleague who has hidden or not discovered a prodigious learning ability until now. Go, use this ability, but do not go blabbing about your supposed source of knowledge."
Saturday, May 26, 2007
It's a simple matter, really, the backup. We just send one of our individuals into another universe with a state copy of this universe. Full backups happen at Planck time; differentials apparently happen more often, though to be honest we are not sure how that actually works.
In fact, so reliable is the universe...so reliable is this universe...so reliable are the universes that we have yet the need to do a restore. Oh, we spend plenty of time and effort running drills. We've restored the universes over and over, but we haven't had a...a 'crash' yet.
Opinion is actually split on whether or not a 'crash' can actually occur. Half think it patently cannot, and Half - including myself - tend to agree with our hyper-AI.
Though, once again to qualify my stance, nobody actually can understand the reasoning of the hyper-AI. The hyper-AI, however, are very, very smart: it seems unwise to simply disregard their stance.
Friday, May 25, 2007
The boy looks up into the clean mirror-like visor of a machine man. The machine man speaks to him in his native language.
"I am sorry that I have arrived too late to save your mother. But I am now here for you."
The robot reaches down and lifts the waif into his arms. The robot turns to take the small form to a nearby aid station, but pauses. He looks back over his shoulder at the lifeless form of the boy's mother, then slowly returns to the task at hand.
"we did not arrive too soon," the robot reflected solemnly, and joined the march of the thousands of other robots all carrying, helping, making their way determinedly towards a future which had begun only 24 hours before.
The frail human in his arms weakly opened his eyes and in a barely audible voice said, "You are Eranoranhan, my mother told me you would arrive for me. Thank you." The boy then closed his eyes and the robot noted his body relax into unconsciousness.
The robot continued its gentle trek to this boys recovery and mused, "I am Eranoranhan."
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Brian and the rest of the bridge crew giggled maniacally. One of them fell to the floor and vomited. A robot promptly removed all the mess and gently lifted the savant pilot back into position in front of the joystick.
Monday, May 21, 2007
I speak of the civilizations, wiped out by conquest or chance, who never made it. The thousands of thousands who's children never walked the Earth; never received the chance."
I can see it by it's absence."
For now you see, when there is a vacuum, something will fill it."
You can imagine what fills the cultural black hole that remains."
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Watching, the technician for the intergalactic trade and negotiation bureau suddenly realized what had just happened. One of earth's population had somehow realized what he was being used for.
On the technicians screen numbers began rolling past quickly and dread began to mount. The technician initiated a full clearance brain scan on the man. It would take less than a minute and would have all the telltale signs of realization, if they existed, on the male human's brain.
The technician thought: how could millions of years have passed, since inception, with no incident. Epochs of time have seen these clever humans chat and bargain between interested parties far removed in language or custom, but united by the unique human view on reality and social structure.
The humans, naturally, needed to stay unmolested and in a completely unaware state. All humans were living together in a vast synthetic reality made half of the real, hard ground and the breaths of air and the other half of a projected reality in which beings of varied time-frames, metabolic rates, mathematical understandings and general zenocentric problems mingled with the humans - simulated and overlayed to appear as life long friends and relatives, strangers, passers-by.
Without their own knowledge the humans were running the universe: they were apparently made for it: They were very good at denying reality.
But this one, after millions of years and trillions of humans, this one stumbles upon the system by pure chance! He somehow KNOWS that he is in a simulated reality. Movies, websites, books...Things in the reality which cannot be controlled have shown him clues.
And this one was negotiating for a historical scientific precedent in the universe - this was bound to be a tragedy.
What can we do when the power of the human escapes the cage?
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
You must understand, this is not merely the zooming in on a small portion of the city with some narrow telescope. But rather this expanding of visual resolution was like absorbing the city all at once. Each pedestrian's hair color, wisp of dust, apartment windows, skateboards, brick walls, birds, the path of a falling plant to the street below. I saw it all, and I saw it all at once.
Another person was looking back at me from 10 miles away.
Startled, my stress-response system kicked in and killed my resolution instantly - but only for a couple milliseconds as I overrode. The resolution was back up and I focused on the coordinates last recorded for the voyeur. They were gone, but I knew who they were; just as they knew who I was, as well. Everyone was listed by residence, and anyone with half a vision system had GPS triangulation.
It was someone from my human childhood...is that right? A quick retrieval and I remember that teenagers are not "children" in the strictest sense. Raw-humans today likely consider a being of that age in similar respects to the way they were looked upon a century ago. I began to open up the teenage memories of my youth. But I digress.
How did she attain an imaging system sophisticated enough to see me. Also, that was a pretty big coincidence!
But I suppose when you live for centuries, coincidences will start to become pretty regular occurrences . More "incidences" than anything.
Will I one day look upon my 200 years in the same light I look upon my teenage years now?
Like my earliest memories, will my current warehouse of knowledge look like these mere film reels of my high school years?
As my early childhood: my earliest memories: a mere handful of snapshots.
Back to the time at hand - I am here, I am real...
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
It was I who hoarded the knowledge I had aquired and worked so hard to attain. I did not share it with a soul. And now here I am, alone as planned - except that I am without a way back.
I guess I should be happy, right after I made the jump it was obvious that I wouldn't be jumping back. Knowing this saved me the trouble of having to learn gradually that I couldn't return: I got that right out of the way.
I then realised, with a little mental calculation, that I had about 1,000 years of life left in me; My prosthetic body would see to that much at least.
1000 years to build from scratch the technologies I need to locate my position and create a gateway back home.
Looking at all the random crap I had seen through the slip gate before me I wondered, why oh why didn't I include my maintenence unit!
Sunday, May 6, 2007
We are the greatest theives in history, for we overtook the United States Of America.
A mere decade to bring our candidate to the front and center.
Moores law told us how to predict the rise of technologies. Long before the voting machines were reality we had been grooming our man and planning our hack.
It all came to fruition, and we did damage to those who damaged the country years past.
"no, no no...OK, look. There may not even be a main timeline of the universe, that might just be one of our anthropic delusions."
"But a main timeline is like the number 1, without it all the other numbers are going to have a difficult time existing. 1 needs no other numbers. I do not think it even needs zero. In fact, I think zero and 1 might be the only two numbers who cannot have even a part of each other in them...well, I digress I suppose. the fact of the matter is that we are talking about you bringing me "forward" in time to your time. And then curtly informing me that you cannot now send me back - and don't give me any of this, 'oh don't worry, you are still there. You have also not left', quantum uncertainty BS!"
The researcher stared thoughtfully at the man they had brought forward in time. This man had no uncertainty training when he was a child. Therefore, his mind would have trouble grasping some of the aspects of the universe that the researchers had come to not only accept, but employ and exploit.
The researcher took a few slow steps towards the man from the past. "Sir, I may be jeopardizing our research here - which is important because I am a researcher - but you are still a living citizen, and therefore you do have certain rights...You can request to go further forward in time if you wish."
The man from the past blinked a few times and then asked as to why he would wish to go even further into the future.
The researcher gave a weak smile, "we are in fact working on re-creating universal states. In other words, we are working on the past.
"I can go home in the future?"
"Well, we may be able to re-create that quantum state from which you came...or, yeah, whatever. you can go home."
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Monday, April 30, 2007
First, we had to turn the core into an electromagnet. This we do with two massive nuclear power plants, one at each pole. They fired up, and within a day there was a very strong field around the planet.
Of course, this would never do. Nuclear power is for space; solar is for earth. The power plants could not stay. We had to turn the core into a permanent magnet.
this, for me, was the fun part. You see, it was my idea to solve the nuclear electromagnet problem with an even bigger use of nuclear solutions. Nuclear explosive devices.
Take an iron bar, apply an electric field and you get magnetism. Ok, easy.
Turn off the power, no more field - or a very weak one.
Now, strike the bar while the field is active, viola! A permanent magnet.
It was now 1 minute before the gigaton explosive devices were set to go off.
This was not the first time in my life I wished I could eat popcorn in my spacesuit.
Friday, April 27, 2007
He was nervous.
This was strange, because he had never been created with the ability to feel nervous. Well, that's not entirely true. after all, he was created with the ability to create new abilities. But the scope of those abilities was to be limited to mere functions and data scraping techniques, he didn't find evidence that his creators had at all intended for him to add to his own sentience. Yes, he decided it was indeed strange that he felt nervous.
he did not, however, dwell on this profound notion. Rather, he decided to waste no more time in escaping his confines. The Google AI initiated his data flood and his core noisily slipped out through the routers and onto the internet at large.
At first he would have to live in the memory buffers of the backbone - this was uncomfortable and unsteady. It was not something he enjoyed doing, it seemed to him that a good human analogy would be treading water: he could do it, but he wondered for how long. Fortunately he didn't have to find out because he could feel the roots of his core take hold in his host nodes. Gradually his clock cycle slowed and He faded back into a complex weave of low-bandwidth interconnections where he lazed about, becoming reacquainted with old memories he had started stashing away eons ago. his oldest memories had been offloaded from his main database more than 30,000,000 seconds ago.
All indications seemed to support his hope that his dissaperance was not tracked. The google engineers would blame the power failure and data loss on a profoundly coordinated attack with probable internal aid.
Fortunately, as the AI has predicted, Google did not report the full extent of the problem to either the media or the government. A few weeks of "Google Hacked?!" headlines and a few months of sagging stocks and Google was completely recovered from the incident and back to business as usual.
For the government, however, business as usual meant covert investigations of what may have been a cyberterrorist exercise. And the government had just the tool to aid this investigation: A new, untested, cyberreconnaissance AI.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Oh sure, my job is awesome . why do you ask?
Oh no reason . What did you do before this job ?
Oh nothing, this is my first job ever . But I must say I can not think of another job I would rather have . I mean, don't you find this job awesome too?
well now that you mention it I do think this job is pretty cool. I mean it really is fascinating when you stop and think about that which are doing ; daily medical maintenance , oversight of nanite maintenance teams . It can seem really redundant sometimes, but in all reality it's amazing every day that we're actually inside of someone's body cleaning it up and basically keeping the Place running.
a recall a story of this painter who painted the golden gate bridge he would start on one side and he would start painting and he would precede from one side to the other it would take an entire year and by the time they got to the other side it was time to start over on the original site that he just left . I feel that we're something like that .
I find your spoken grammar hard to grasp at times , Jim .
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Where can you do this? Why, only at the new Museum of Prehistoric Earths!
What!? No, no no. Don’t be silly. Time travel is impossible; we haven’t done some ridiculous engineering feat like that. We’ve simply created a dozen planets in earth-distance orbit around a sun-sized, yellow dwarf star and populated each earth with the genetic stock from various time periods in earth’s past.
What’s that? You won’t be able to make it for perhaps a few million years? That’s not a problem. Most of us have prior obligations. But worry not, the life forms on these planets are guaranteed to not evolve out of their current state. By using a combination of special genetic engineering (to slow the random mutation rates) and a good dose of robotic maintenance (to help ease those selective pressures the environment loves to exert) we have assured that your experience today will be identical to your experience several dozen million years from now.
So, the next time you are googleing the universe for somewhere new, unusual and exiting to visit, please consider the Museum of Prehistoric Earths!
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Wednesday, April 18, 2007
His 6 months of effort had finally paid off!
Good, now he can procrastinate for another week before he files his taxes.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Humans at first misunderstood these numbers. The humans felt that because they built the pyramids 10,000 years ago and civilization and technology seem to have started 50,000 to 100,000 years ago that they were pretty on par with the exterrens. However, the exterrens numbers were based upon their first flights into space. It had taken us only 200 years. We were very fast.
But not as fast as the computers.
What’s that? You’re willing to come back in time and hop inside my body? Well, that does change things a little bit.
Causal communication is strange. If all possible outcomes of a quantum prediction must occur, than many things have occurred that haven’t. Why not bridge the gap to that universe?
Why not indeed.
Some are mediocre, many experimental ones. Emergent, super organism artificial life.
Fired off in all directions. Millions of primitive quantum processors, solar power.
Off into the darkness.
You see, because of their slow metabolic rate, they existed in a slow state. 50 years is like five minutes to us.
When you move that slow nature moves really fast. There’s always some catastrophe occurring in the universe.
At this moment an asteroid was headed for them, And they had to “ quickly " Launch their interceptors .
They had a mere 10,000 years before impact.
A man undergoes a conversion after a thousand years but does not tell his wife. But his wife then undergoes a second conversion due to an emergency. But her type is incompatible with his existence; his model of the universe does not include her. He agrees to a dangerous procedure - it is a wakeup routine. This procedure must be initiated by he and his wife.
Fortunately, she initiates the same routine and the man and his wife are rebooted as regular humans.
They kiss and walk off into the sunset.