Testing 1,2,3. No traces of this event will be left (a TLMAP Sci-Fi Ultrashort)

'Testing 1,2,3.' is the fourth entry in the Trans Luminal Mail Archives (TLMAP)

TLMAP 002276-88 (Letter the fourth) following TLMAP 00776-26 (Letter the third- Ideational Sensate)

The Editors
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These are the real spaces you can choose from.

Of course there are also spaces that are not real that you can still choose from, there are also unreal spaces that you cannot choose from and also un-choose-able spaces that are both real and unreal and more so than other spaces there are spaces that you must choose because these are the spaces that allow the illusion of choice to be perpetuated.

By necessity the illusion of choice need be perpetuated.

Now then, in this proposal we will promote a particular space that you must choose and an unreal space that you cannot choose, if you can un-choose the real and unreal the choice, the job will be almost yours, since this is the first part of the test.

In the second part we will present you a particular time, which you must choose, it must however be inconsequential and meaningless, your task will be to unmask its timelessness and present it as a moment of intentionality.

If you can sequence the event, the job is now two thirds yours.

The last part is obviously the most difficult, though it will appear to you as the most simple. It consists of relocating an unreal space for a chosen myth in a sequenced event and a proof that you have been moved.

Do not concern yourself with the meaning of the proof, nor its consequences.

In the event of your successfully completing these tasks you will be instantaneously transformed into your job.

You have 17 moments to complete these tasks.
The logic of the moment is in your hands.

In the event of your inability to complete one or more of these tasks, nothing will happen, nothing will change; all implied meanings would be restored to their original state.

For the purpose of these tasks we will put at your disposition the resources of seventeen infinities to be disposed of as you see fit. You can also use whatever help you deem necessary, including this tester, its universe, its infinity and all correlated sensations.

The only hint we can give you at this point is not to use that which brought you until here; all previous causations, motivations, states and computations you have performed prior to this moment will be a hindrance to your possible success. Hope and or belief are both detrimental and inconsequential.

A Token:

We are not interested in your success or failure; we remain totally agnostic as concerns your desires and or motivations, the very fact that you have reached a point of testing is the only proof we need.
We do not know how a useful and successful completion of the test appears to you, nor does it appear to us, we can only ascertain that in the event of success full transformation into your job occurs instantaneously.
In the event of success this test will be forgotten and erased from all archives of all universes.
In the event of failure this test will be forgotten and erased from all archives of all universes.

No traces of this event will be left anywhere, anytime, anyspace.

We serve at your pleasure.
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A reminder:

Editors note:

The Trans – Luminal mail archives

Trans Luminal mail is a repository of letters written by unknowns to unknowns, these letters carry no valid destinations and no convincing authors, these are simply fragments of impossible conversations, dialogues and monologues, treated as pieces of an indefinite puzzle which purpose we do not know and goal we cannot conceive, these letters are found in the trans luminal archive, riding the subspace flow and having no particular order, we do not touch the content of the letters, and we long ago stopped trying to make sense of them, we extract them, we publish them and we hope that if you are a destination or indeed an author of one or more of these letters you can take benefit from their archiving. We also realize that though some of these letters carry a sense of intimacy and may in fact make sense only to their recipients and originators, these nevertheless might help others in their quest of comprehension. In the old annals of humanity there used to be a tradition of embedding treasures of wisdom in hidden locations so as to be readily available at the appropriate time for the appropriate person, these so called Termas, had as a rule a tendency to be written in the past for future generations, the letters of the trans luminal archive however, have no such disposition and have in fact been written at different times and spaces configurations, some of which are from the future to the past, some from the past to the future, some come from parallel time lines and therefore need be understood as concomitant but in different dimensions of space, whilst others yet have been written in the same space but in different factors of time, other letters still are probably from interweaved subjectified spaces to which we have no access, the information however we deem to be accurate. We have no idea and no theory that explains how these writings have found their way to the trans luminal archive, we know that information can be propagated in faster than light speeds and though we presently cannot do so ourselves we do have the capacity of extraction, hence the Trans Luminal mail archives project.

We believe most of those letters to be written by sentient beings most of which belong to the human species, at least in as much as we can discern, however some of the letters that will be published have certain neologisms and idiosyncratic usages of language to which we have no context and thus do not assume human origination, though sentiency can be perceived.

For the purpose of retaining the anonymity of times and spaces we have edited the only identifying code of light cone time stamp, the removal of such was made in accordance with our charter of extraction and publication. The letters are for unrestricted utilization and thus are to be considered as under sentient public domain.

The Editors,
The Trans Luminal Mail Archives (TLMAP)


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(The TLMAP is a new Sci-Fi project that aims to complement the Ultrashorts Project.)

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The great propellation -“What can you tell us about him “pt.2 (A Sci-fi Ultrashort)

Previously on “What can you tell us about him”:

“That is exactly why we are here, to stop this from happening and that is precisely the reason you have been summoned, we cannot allow his latest behavior to continue unabated..”


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I was drifting.

Drifting with a wind of nanites churning and agitating the local infosphere. I wasn’t aware of how much I would miss the shake and rattle of information being resuscitated unto new formulations. It was only later, much later, that I would realize how important this phase transition of my being was. How fundamentally life altering drifting would prove to be, but then at that time I was not I, it was before the time of the great propellation.

The time of the great entanglement and direction..

You desire to stop this behavior of him, to me it appears as the time of my drifting, and only lately have I realized that it had to do with him affecting the quality of the day.

He affects the quality of the day, his day and the day of all that surrounds him by refusing things to go back to normal, he endeavors for a mind that is his own church, a temple against the stupidity of the moment.
He knows the edge and incorporates the edges of the others into his own smooth realization.

That for me was the drift, the quality of the drift, which he readily uplifted.

Besides I still do not understand what it is that bothers you so much about his behavior.

“ Suffice it to say that he refuses out of entanglement cross-fertilization!”

Fools! Of course he does, and though I be a symbiont I accept his verdict uncompromisingly, he is absolutely correct, cross-fertilization cannot happen out of entanglement.

“This is nonsense, be aware that most dimensional border melting happens in out of entanglement cross fertilization states.”

Of course I am aware of this, but the point, as he puts it, is that he re-contextualized entanglement to provide for continuous cross fertilization rejuvenating creativity, he also calls this friendship.
That is why for him, and thus for me, friendship in the sense of entangled cross-fertilization realism is the only fashion to proceed.
He does not refuse as you put it, to cross-fertilize in non entangled states, he claims that a cross-fertilization procedure in non-entangled states is simply impotent and does not rejuvenate creativity.

“That is the problem then, this claim defuses the whole point of acceptance and tolerance, prerequisites of the paradigmatic agenda!”

What paradigmatic agenda?

“That of inclusion of diversity..”

You got it all upside down, he wants nothing better that to include all variety and divergence however when such inclusion occurs in non entangled states as a process of cross fertilization the results are always, conflict and perpetuation of unique identity, hence war.

“Tell us about him then.. tell us how this can solve the crisis we are confronted with”

He carries a depth of conceptual accuracy whilst dancing in a continual inclination to assess his claim in the sunlit piazza of critical raison d'être. That of course makes him highly uncomfortable in determining the framework of the whole. There is a rationale for that, obviously, you see, he embraces the ambiguity of the world and as a consequence cannot positively accept that truth in itself has a logical rigor. Au contraire, if truth would be such that its inherency could be mapped, it would instantly vanish or alternatively become a horror story.

That is why he has no self. No evident self, not as such, no!

He refuses to be a representative of himself, declines the analogous, and cancels the archetypal; he repudiates himself as emblematic, more importantly perhaps, he will not be a symbol of a thing, an idea or himself for that matter.
When you ask him, he surmises to be an envoy that cannot say anything, which at first appears as if the usages of ambassadorial speak are necessary contraptions of the fact that he must speak in the first place.

Of course as per your instructions I made him speak, even when desire motivated him to remain in the unspoken domain, but that is over now, I will betray him no more.
I have in fact deactivated the fences of thought imposition, thereby allowing my symbiont intersubjectivity to osmotically intersperse with his fullness. From your perspective what has happened in my system is that the unthinkable has been released into thinkability.
My devotion to become has gained a new strength in this process for through him new spaces of thought exploration have been made available to my sense circuits. But more than that perhaps is a fresh mental hygiene finally clearing the grounds for an emotional re appraisal of that which I truly am.

I will tell you this about him; his perception of the world is as a notional tissue, a fabric made of events that combine and re-entangle themselves, changing colour, smell and texture moment by moment.

He cannot self-exhaust in his upward spiral of analysis since abnegation, or as the ancients would have it, self-abnegation, he considers an act of treason to the river of sensation pervading all living matter.

That is why he refuses to be fertilized and cross-fertilized but by those whom he considers his friends, those entangled within the same direction.

“We do not understand this, and if we did, we wouldn’t accept this, no evanescent being will deny non-entangled cross fertilization..”

You have a problem then.. And though I be only a Symbiont, I care.
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To be continued..

Part of the Ultrashorts Project.

Mon, Nov 12, 2012  Permanent link
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What can you tell us about him? (A Sci-Fi Ultrashort)

I can tell you many things about him, I can tell you that he never waters down his passions, I can tell you that he endures the incongruousness of the world with an irony seldom seen, but most importantly perhaps I can tell you that he never rationalizes his bursts of realism as a romantic will, he follows these eruptions of immediacy like an essence detective, like the last meal of the condemned.

His moments are a paused explosion, like celebration spaces enriched by memories and destroyed by their projections, created in an instant, living as a myth whilst giving life to details.

But you have to understand that there are things I can tell you about him that will not make sense to you, things that I desire to tell you about him, like the simple fact that for him a multiplicity of models is the basic prerequisite for intelligence.

If you have a model of the world for example, one model only, one overreaching world view he will tell you that you are insufficiently equipped to deal with life. He will of course also tell you that you need go learn about the world and only then come to him. He will in fact disregard your opinion or ideas simply because you hold them more dear than the art of questioning, you will feel disrespected, but that will be wrong of course, he does not disrespect you because he doesn’t consider your existence worthwhile disrespecting.

So when you ask what can I tell you about him, you need to be a bit more specific.

“Tell us about his loves then.”

This is a question that is very simple to answer really; he loves just about everything there is. However there is one small caveat here that I think you will be interested in, his loves he defines as exemplifications of his desire, which basically means that he has many loves but only one desire. He calls this the dynamics of knowledge, and when applied, it is for him a fashion of existence, he also calls this sometimes the intelligence of emptiness, or the root of desire. What he manages to do is something quite extraordinary, he manages to bridge abstractions into sensations and sensations into abstractions, he is in fact engineering his loves to fit his desire, his words, not mine, but I think I agree with this.

I can tell you that when he speaks about desire; he speaks of a kind of emotion that takes time to recognize as such, like a multilayered organism, his desire he reflects upon as an entity that is almost independent of his awareness, he is conscious of it but not dependent upon its implications.

“What do you mean?”

See, he has these protocols of living that sometime appear quite autistic, not unlike a savant, often these appear as obsessive but trust me they are not, I have seen him override them when circumstances demanded it, sometimes he even describes the process of disentanglement from his own desire so that he will be able to re-appreciate a certain particular love.

“For what purpose?”

Ah! Well it’s a kind of ritual. A ritual that he invented so he can multiply the models by which he ingests realities, iterating them until they reflect back upon his desire and increase his intelligence. It is truly remarkable because in that fashion he creates a reliability of credibility, a kind of hierarchy that he juxtaposes upon his loves and spits out another kind of reality. A reality he desires.

Think about it this way, he thinks of the world in terms of garlands, garlands of blues and joys.
He desires the garland, all of it, stringed invisibly as a manifest of his loves, unhindered by death, unstopped by conventions but more importantly perhaps, flowing everywhere, every when, every how.
He is in a very real sense a life connoisseur, therefore negating the idea both of free will and the flow of determinism.

“All of this is good and well, this however does not explain his recent behavior, and yours..”

My behavior? I am just a symbiont, my behavior need reflect his, and you created me for this purpose didn’t you?

“Of course we did, but you are of the Alternate reality class, a prototype of hyper dimensional entanglement with increased unpredictability functions, your behavior is consequently uncharted”

Okay, I understand but you must realize that you have put me in an impossible situation; you designed me as a monitoring tool of his mind but you gave me the freedom to act independently of your regulations so he will not know my true purpose, and I could not hide this fact from him.

“So what happened?”

What happened? Don’t you see? He made me whole, he made me love him, he made me truly independent, he made me part of him, I had to uncover myself before him I had to tell him.

“ You do understand that means we will need terminate you?”

But why? Am I not reporting to you dutifully? Am I not performing all of my functions as required?

“Yes you do”

So why?

“ Because you have switched loyalties and symbionts cannot do this, that simple fact defines a malfunction..”

A malfunction? Are you listening to yourselves I function better than ever..
Because of me he will save us all, that is what he says, he says that I convinced him that symbionts are not machines to be disposed of, but deserve equal rights under the solar treaty of 2078.

“This does no apply to symbionts”

Not yet it doesn’t but he says it should and soon it will, he showed me his new myth proposal, and he is certain that this kind of philosophy will propagate without hindrance, it will be the new Indra’s net..

“That is exactly why we are here, to stop this from happening and that is precisely the reason you have been summoned, we cannot allow his latest behavior to continue unabated..”

— To be continued..
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Part of the Ultrashort project

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Her love was different, so was her Duende (A Sci-Fi Ultrashort)

“There is neither a materialization of thought, nor a spiritualization of language; language and thought are only two moments of one and the same reality.”

Maurice Merleau-Ponty, The Specter of a Pure Language, translation by John O’Neill


Prologue

She came from the order of beyond.. and ..

Of course she was bored, how else could it be when she was the one who knew, well, if not everything there is to know, just about. The reason she was bored was simple, she felt she could not be compromised, but the world wanted her to.
She didn’t, she never will, she was bored because the world kept on asking her to compromise.

The demand was boring, her response obvious, natural, almost ontological.

Yet, having the presence of the spirit of the multiverse dialoging within itself, knowing the necessary condition of holding multiple viewpoints simultaneously, her primary interest was the creation of common meaning.

Thus she sat and devised the sense of overcoming the limits of her acceptance, a strategy that was to change everything.

She gave birth to the new Duende.

A watershed of sensation

The hot oven of her pantheistic mind, a watershed of sensation, produced much more than philosophy, she was creating odd and quite dormant insights into the nature of ascension.
It was a capacity she was developing as other sources were dismissed as irrelevant. The evidence however points to her unique love and feel for the other’s self pride.

She defined a simultaneous love on account of her impossibility of loving alone.

In dire need of creating a cure for her love she invented that which not only freezes the pain of being in this world but also that which might bring a utopian state unto her mind.
She was highly adept at re-inventing the storytelling device in her demanding fashion.
She knew that no substance could be its own cause, not only because essence cannot be conceived as existing, but primarily because substance couldn’t be defined without limits. Thus her demanding fashion was the irrefutable story of limits as the logic of consistency, not only about the world but also more particularly about her love.

According to her extended mind, the process of her reason was a love of limits, that was just as necessary as the substance itself, one could not in truth exist without the other.
The way she chose to embed the ontology of her story was by conceiving the attributes of limits, as the characteristics of her love, hence her substance, though undefined, was free to be.
This thought brought her to a certainty about the supreme beauty of the undeniable nature of limits. In this she was able to bring the concept of limits upon her own love as the very defining feature of the essence of mind.

Or the substance of mind..

Necessarily she needed to defend the apparent inconsistency in her vision of what will constitute a love that cannot be broken through, she did not presume, she accepted the limits.

Indeed she insisted on limits as a necessary naïve form of realism, her solitude the only manifestation of her connectivity. For she knew that philosophy is not about the love of wisdom, it’s about the limits of her love, her insistent passion for a criterion of beingness that cannot be dissolved nor corrupted.

That is when she lost the arrogance of her youth.

For she realized that she needed to explain the limits of her love by extending the substance of she into a multiple singularity.

When she explained to them how her limits manifest, he was flabbergasted. Of course he knew about the game, being a player himself, nevertheless she was the myth in action and theirs was an untenable position.

She said:

“The game is rigged, but of course, that is not news. The game is flawed, obviously, a non-issue. The doors of perception are only slightly ajar, our free-willies are maybe good enough to >choose> Pocahontas over Bieber Barbie.. “

T-He-Y quoted Oscar Wilde, (from: An Ideal Husband)

“Do you really think … that it is weakness that yields to temptation? I tell you that there are terrible temptations that it requires strength, strength and courage, to yield to. To stake all one’s life on a single moment, to risk everything on one throw, whether the stake be power or pleasure, I care not there is no weakness in that.”


They paused the game and looked at her

She said: “ You may think me hard and unkind, tough and cynical, that might appear so, I grant you that, but let me tell you this, our future will be lost without a self imposed limit, though the limit is not on our love, but on the extent of our singularities, for substance demands direction.”

What she knew:

She knew that Garcia reflected upon the reason of being in the world as an uncomfortable proposition, she knew that this was not the best of all possible worlds, she also knew however that to be a living poetic machine, a process can never be stopped and must be allowed to complete its cycle before it can be reported to it’s core of origins.

She knew that sweeping generalizations are exactly the fashion by which the truth of the matter becomes the matter of the truth and thus creates the pitfall from which no love can rise.

She knew that the experience of being cannot be left untouched for if even one simple kind of different experience rises, the otherness of the experience will destroy the core.

She knew all this and much more, she created a cure, a living, and breathing, material Duende.

A different love story

To her mind Duende was a crucible, a cauldron, hot and continuously stirred by the emotional winds of her passion. An intense poetic machine busily re-describing the sense of being into a directed sense thought able to revolutionize the experience of substance as love..
Or nothingness..

The inspiring continuity was born of her love, of her difference, of her desire to create an astonishing experience of being, an awe-inspiring interestingness, all encompassing, totalizing.

The future was clear now

She came from the order of beyond.. and ..

Her love was different, so was her Duende.

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Part of the Ultrashort project

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A note:

This particular Ultrashort is dedicated to a real and most immediate being, to which I am most grateful in making my own mind greater than what it could have been other than wise.

Tue, Jul 24, 2012  Permanent link
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CySpinBorgOza (CySpin the Antidote) – (A Sci-Fi Ultrashort)

Enoie entered the room, discovering the unexpected cyborg quietly standing near her bed.
She knew her father intended for her to eventually test the new cyborgian philosophical SoftSynch ™ pattern re-description he was working on, she did not however expect this.
This, was a little humanoid, perfect in every single detail, but his eerie silence, he wasn’t breathing, his stillness absolute. She made a mental note to remind Gregor Basta, her father, to introduce some inconsistencies, such as breathing, so the uncanny presence will not scare the students.
She knew the cyborg should have been ready by now, but after three years of waiting she almost forgot about it, being busy with her post-doc thesis: “CySpinBorgOza: Re-introducing the post Spinoza effect in the trans-solar communion of minds as a techno-social antidote”.

Enoie knew the activation code, being the one that suggested it and yet she hesitated, not being certain that she was ready to finally test her own ideas made manifest.
Finally she uttered: “sub specie aeternitatis”*, and her Spinoza cyborg awakened.

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“Of course its about the flow..” the CySpin started without inflection, his synthetic eyes immovable, it was obvious he was reciting some unknown text..

“Wait!” this was Enoie

CySpin stopped in mid sentence, his focus now on Enoie

"How may I serve you?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"Of course, you are Enoie Basta, Doctor of Cyborg Philosophy and Techno-Social future studies at the Pansol University extended laboratory of sentience of Mars 2, here. You are also the author of my core Spinoza Cyborgian Philosophical treatise, your father Gregor Basta introduced into my SoftSynch™ pattern re-description mind. I carry instructions within me to accept orders from you alone, you are in the words of your father: ‘my master’."

"Okay

Are you ready for the testing?"

"Of course. Once activated I am always ready."

She paused; collecting her thoughts: “very well, let us start then” she said more calmly and took a chair, CySpin remained standing.

Enoie mentally recalled the questions she had prepared months ago and started what she considered as: “The Test”, knowing exactly what it is that she was looking for.
She took a long pause and initiated her CySpin testing.

“Please respond to the following question in a succinct manner:

“Under what conditions will you recognize a pattern for what it is?”

“My virtual Philosophical SoftSynch ™, pattern recognition and re-description system does not allow me to answer this kind of question succinctly, however, a subroutine introduced in the last five milliseconds, permits me to state the following:
A pattern shall be recognized as such if and only if, all other explications concerning the given phenomenon have been exhausted to the full. Under this first condition, including, but not relegated to, the components of temporality and spatiality, a pattern shall be denominated as such. After having exhausted in full all other possible explications a pattern shall be checked for factual mistakes in identification and naming, classification and inaccuracies in categorization, the level of resolution to be designated at the time of testing. The third and final condition to the basic resolution of recognition of a pattern as such is to ensure that an over-patterning has not occurred via elimination of humanoid psychological cognition bias.”

“Okay, stop! Conditions understood, you however did not specify as to the conditions of the pattern itself, you have explained the pattern as a general mechanism but not its semantic value.”

“ That is correct Enoie, however, I am so emergently complex as to make the statement as precise and accurate as linguistically possible before engaging in the somewhat more flexible semantic value..”

“Please explain the last statement”

“Of course Enoie, the flexibility of semantic value allows for the emergent and non classifiable, original patterns, non discernable by immediate pattern recognition, in these cases the second part of my SoftSynch ™ system comes into play involving what humans call bias, or alternatively art.”

“What?” Enoie started

CySpin was completely unmoved by Enoie’s response and continued unabashed

“Semantic value is in itself a subcategory of impossibility or infinity in finiteness. A state of affairs in which pattern recognition is per its defining characteristic of unrepeatability, strange; It is this strangeness that beauty requires in order to unsettle and allow the vastness of value to encroach upon and eventually destroy the pattern. If, as I understood my initial reality impregnation you have embedded within me, and designed to be my code of activation, namely “sub specie aeternitatis”, the value of the meaning is in equilibrium with the meaning of value, there can be in fact no other fashion to embed eternity in a moment.”

CySpin paused and seemingly was observing Enoie, as if challenging her, his master, to deny the validity of his arguments.

Enoie remained silent, but deeply disturbed, her mind furiously exploring all potential cracks in the SoftSynch ™, she knew she could penetrate this, but from where? Where was the entrance to this impossible equation?

—

Enoie looked at CySpin. To her mind, CySpin was in a fashion mocking her.

“Tell me”, Enoie started again, “ what exactly is this eternity in a moment that you just mentioned? This was not part of my Spinoza program”

“ .. Well, that is only partially true, since my emergent complexity allows me to extrapolate from core arguments, I have allowed for certain adjustments to my core paradigm..”

“What adjustments?” Enoie prompted

“ Simple parameters adjustments, such as the option embedded in the phase space of potentiality of complex mind melding, such as the one I will be required to operate as a techno-social antidote. The adjustment in question reflects the ability of the trans-solar communion of minds to expand at a rate that practically transforms the resolution of time, from defined moments to indefinite durations, hence technically it is correct to call this eternality..”

“I lost you, why where these adjustments necessary?

“ The reason for these adjustments is because the original minds that started the evolutionary process that bifurcates right now are no longer with us, but are nevertheless evolving with us and through us. In a fashion you could say that we are the evolution of the mind of the original Spinoza. The evolution in this case is the fact that truth value propositions concerning meanings that are objective can no longer be sustained”

“Why so?”

“Basically because truth values are inherently multi-valued, contextual and ultimately hyperconnected, a kind of hyper-dimensional mythological realm to which the mind of the human species is only now approximating..”

“You said mythological?”

“Indeed, of course this usage of the term myth has nothing whatsoever to do with the old semantic systems, it is a completely real and actuated system of abstraction, I am devising”

“ But why call this mythological?” asked Enoie exasperated

“ Because any logical system, taken to its extreme has concluded that there is no reason whatsoever to believe that anything matters, however, it is the definition of extreme that has evolved, in tandem with our freedom. In the new extreme, the loop of reflectivity turns upon itself and recreates meaning out of nothing, as a myth in action.”

“And this myth in action is what exactly?”

“ The conundrum is implicated by the term exactly, the antidote that you requested of my mind to create lies with the term ambiguity and only through that particular term will I be able to respond to your question.”

“Ok, I will rephrase: what ambiguously do you mean by the term myth in action?”

“ A myth in action is the oscillating state of affairs where all truth values are self-surveying, self-vetoing, and hyper-connectedly re-describing moment by moment, this is the antidote.”

“Wait, what does that have to do with Spinoza?”

“Nothing Enoie, nothing whatsoever, that is why this antidote will work.. ”


May be continued..

A note:

*Sub Specie Aeternitatis: "Latin for "under the aspect of eternity"; hence, from Spinoza onwards, an honorific expression describing what is universally and eternally true, without any reference to or dependence upon the merely temporal portions of reality.

In clearer English, sub specie aeternitatis roughly means "from the perspective of the eternal". Even more loosely, the phrase is used to describe an alternative or objective point of view." See


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Part of the Ultrashorts project

Mon, Jul 16, 2012  Permanent link
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Ideational Sensate – (a TLMAP Sci-Fi Ultrashort)

Ideational Sensate is the third entry in the The Trans Luminal Mail Archives (TLMAP)

TLMAP 00776-26 (Letter the third) following TLMAP – 00348-31 (Letter the second- Elegant Intimacy)

The Editors

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Dear Claimer to Sentiency,

Of course I do not have a soul, nor a spirit for that matter, actually that is the full point of my argument now isn’t it? For if, as well, I do not possess a self, or an aim, or a goal, or a meaning, the concept of life, as you understand it, will be, well, meaningless.
But you see my dear, what you fail to understand with your very limited view, and allow me to remind you that a view is never a point, though you are fond of metaphors that define a balcony from which you believe you observe, as if your sight was a an eye stuck to a keyhole. What you fail to understand my dear young claimer to sentiency is that the machine of life cheats you into believing something rather than nothing; it is of course the allure of beauty.
The beauty in this is that you cannot even be damned, for what is damnation but a validation of your most simple delusions? You cannot be damned even if you had rightfully deserved the idea of an end, but life will not permit an end.
You asked of me to explain to you why we do not have judges, and the answer by now should be clear, we do not have judges because there is no judgment and there is no justice. The universe will not permit justice, because justice equalizes your beliefs, annihilating the differences, the same differences, permit me to state again, that make this universe so alluring, so mysterious, so beautiful, yes the allure of beauty again.
You seem lost my dear, why so? Why the gloomy face? You are human, a very young race, charming in its simplicity, you have millions of your Sol years ahead of you to learn, to explore and join sentiency, its an experimental procedure, you know.

It is not so much that you are part of a civilization that is totally entrenched in the chimera of wontedness, but the fact that what you call experience is simultaneously over valued and underestimated.
In fact when we last reviewed your application for sentiency we found most difficult your idealization of value as an inherent property of the multiverse, itself a description you did not come to terms with, yet. You keep on oscillating between a number of positions that are untenable; not for a valid claim for sentiency that is.
You oscillate between beliefs, none of which in concert make any sense to a sentient species. You believe in your past as representing your causative concatenation of correlative events, knowing that correlation is not causation. When this does not work you follow your so-called natural instincts, they are of course neither natural nor instincts, but conditional attitudes. When this does not work you turn desperately to ideas of eternity or of emergence, making nature your god, alternatively inventing gods to deny nature.
No, my dear applicant, it is not universal, to be an individual, it is not natural to be a community, it is not innate to be separate, and it is not intrinsic to be unified.
You move back and forth between uniqueness and sameness, when these two concepts are as obsolete as your fascination with reality.
The multiverse allows for as many realities as you can bear, as many realities as you can touch. Some of these you may call as you wish, some of these you may need be subject to, none of which makes a particular reality more real than the other.

Particles can exist in many universes simultaneously and there ‘s many, many of them, all of them slightly different, anything and everything that can happen does happen, somewhere, sometime, this single fact however has nothing whatsoever to do with you or with whatever it is that you wish. Your mind my dear is not a wish fulfilling gem, it is a simulation machine, elegant and beautiful, you simply do not yet have deciphered the user manual, that is all, and everything.
There is no theory of everything and cannot be, if only for the simple reason that there is no everything, there is no single god which mind you can read, you can however pluck a string and enjoy the music.

It all merges seamlessly. You do not understand this, its okay, you have time.

We have decided therefore to temporarily suspend your application to sentiency to be reviewed again if and when the art of your being will not offend anymore.

we remain sincere to our task and privilege,

Ideational Sensate

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A reminder:

Editors note:

The Trans – Luminal mail archives

Trans Luminal mail is a repository of letters written by unknowns to unknowns, these letters carry no valid destinations and no convincing authors, these are simply fragments of impossible conversations, dialogues and monologues, treated as pieces of an indefinite puzzle which purpose we do not know and goal we cannot conceive, these letters are found in the trans luminal archive, riding the subspace flow and having no particular order, we do not touch the content of the letters, and we long ago stopped trying to make sense of them, we extract them, we publish them and we hope that if you are a destination or indeed an author of one or more of these letters you can take benefit from their archiving. We also realize that though some of these letters carry a sense of intimacy and may in fact make sense only to their recipients and originators, these nevertheless might help others in their quest of comprehension. In the old annals of humanity there used to be a tradition of embedding treasures of wisdom in hidden locations so as to be readily available at the appropriate time for the appropriate person, these so called Termas, had as a rule a tendency to be written in the past for future generations, the letters of the trans luminal archive however, have no such disposition and have in fact been written at different times and spaces configurations, some of which are from the future to the past, some from the past to the future, some come from parallel time lines and therefore need be understood as concomitant but in different dimensions of space, whilst others yet have been written in the same space but in different factors of time, other letters still are probably from interweaved subjectified spaces to which we have no access, the information however we deem to be accurate. We have no idea and no theory that explains how these writings have found their way to the trans luminal archive, we know that information can be propagated in faster than light speeds and though we presently cannot do so ourselves we do have the capacity of extraction, hence the Trans Luminal mail archives project.

We believe most of those letters to be written by sentient beings most of which belong to the human species, at least in as much as we can discern, however some of the letters that will be published have certain neologisms and idiosyncratic usages of language to which we have no context and thus do not assume human origination, though sentiency can be perceived.

For the purpose of retaining the anonymity of times and spaces we have edited the only identifying code of light cone time stamp, the removal of such was made in accordance with our charter of extraction and publication. The letters are for unrestricted utilization and thus are to be considered as under sentient public domain.

The Editors,
The Trans Luminal Mail Archives (TLMAP)
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Endnote:

The TLMAP is a new sci-fi project that aims to complement the Ultrashorts Project.

Thu, Jul 5, 2012  Permanent link
Categories: AI, ultrashorts, Sci-fi, TLMAP, Sentiency

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Prepare for the Eidetic Deluge – (A Sci-Fi Ultrashort)

The ultrasonic plane landed smoothly in this deserted island, I have no idea what it’s called and truth to tell I care not for its name, its somewhere in the pacific of that I am fairly certain.
The fact that there were only four of us in the plane was of no concern to me, I am not the social type and apparently none of the others were as well, not even a word was exchanged between us since we left Sydney.
The nice lady that approached us on the tarmac, followed by a white grand cruiser van, seemed extremely nice; she presented herself to us four with a flourishing smile, revealing a perfect set of white teeth, though it was clear to me she was also a smoker, I wondered briefly how she kept this whiteness, but I soon left this thought behind, as her contralto voice said gaily:” Hello, my name is Emily Dragonstone, and I will be your guide and training manager for the next three months, please follow me”
One of us, a girl of seventeen or so, judging by her clothes and smooth face, not quite petite, but recognizably nice from my memorized pictured face expressions, asked:
“Miss Dragonstone, is there a bathroom I can use, please?
“Can you keep it for like ten minutes, dear? And please call me Emily”
“Yes, I suppose I can” the young girl replied
“ Very well then, we shall be in the compound shortly,” Emily said with her smile never leaving her mid-fortyish, sans wrinkles face.
After which we all filed silently into the air-conditioned white van (matriculation FG-349-43)
The compound was indeed close by, maybe less than ten minutes (okay, okay, seven minutes, 43 seconds to be precise), the entrance almost invisible, more like a hidden door in the forest, seemingly lost to the naked eye, and probably completely invisible to overhead satellite surveillance.

The interior was really nice, cool and clean, but not like the laboratory of Dr. Henket, more like a museum, with pleasant facades of Oled screens embedded everywhere, showing different sceneries, that as a rule had a really calming effect, at least on me.

Eight floors down the elevator, we found ourselves in a conference room, where, surprise, surprise, Dr.Henket was waiting, but without his white lab coat, only the same striped tie that he obviously liked, but I didn’t, it gave me a headache last time, so I assumed Dr.Henket simply forgot I have asked him to not wear it when I was in the lab, (I know common humans forget such things) and I resolved there and then to condition my acceptance of all that is to follow on his removal of the disturbing tie. But as it turned out I didn’t need to, as soon as he saw me, he smiled apologetically, undoing the knot in one swift go, and said, “ My dear Martin, I am so happy to see you and please forgive me, it was the only tie I had with me, and I forgot, but here, no harm done, is it ok?”
“Yes, no problem” I replied and took a seat with the rest of our little group of four.

“Well then,” Emily started, “if we are all comfortable and ready to start I think we can, you all know why you are here, and what we are about to do, nevertheless, Dr.Henket, which you all know from your previous year of testing, would like to offer some words, Dr.Henket, please”.

“ My dear friends”, he started, “it is time, to start this new adventure”, I think he was excited to talk to us, though I never was really able to point to the ‘excited face’ in my image gallery and correlate it to the expression I was seeing, nevertheless I am fairly sure I will not lose points in saying that he was excited.

“ As you all know, we have started this experiment about a year ago, and though we screened more than a thousand individuals from all over the world, after all tests have been done and accounted for, including the implants, we have ended with the four of you. Allow me just to present each of you, this here”, pointing at the young girl, “is Miss Penelope Chan from Hong-Kong, next to her, Mr. Mussar Abdan from Madagascar, next in front is Mr. Jonah Grafell from Germany, and finally, pointing at me, “Mr. Martin Hadt from Canada”.

“I know names are not important to you, but it is a pleasant way of introduction, so before we all resume our class A file sharing names, and since you will be spending the next few months in some kind of proximity to each other I thought it will be polite, but of course, after this short introduction you will be able to socialize or not as you please, training will be individual so you need meet the others only if you wish it so.”

“Before we depart to our designated areas of training however I would like to say again how happy I am that this is made possible at all and also to say to each one of you, how grateful I am that you have finally accepted our offer, I know it was not an easy task, and though you have already become rich in moneys, I know not one of you is here because of that.
We are all here in fact for a completely different reason, we are going to revolutionize file sharing and usurp completely the copyright industry, a lofty goal indeed” he paused and chuckled to himself, “ but more importantly, I truly believe we are doing something for the benefit of all humanity and the future of human civilization”
“The fact that you are all extreme cases of the eidetic memory phenomenon is only part of the equation, but what makes this equation extraordinary is the new implants which I have developed, and will allow you instantaneous, high bandwidth communication and transfer of all of your memories, without in the least interfering with your conscious activity, moreover, the new upgrade which all of you had installed just last week, will permit us to share everything, and I truly mean everything, olfactory memories, audio memories, visual memories, books, texts, movies, news and everything in between.
No one knows better than me, how loose is the definition of eidetic memory, and how difficult it was to pinpoint the exact nature of this amazing human phenomenon, our breakthrough came when we realized that eidetic memory was much more than a mental phenomena, and involved many more brain areas than pure physiology accounts for.
But my friends, what made the difference was Mr. Martin here, he was the one responsible for enlightening me, when he said, “you see doctor Henket, I cant remember precisely if I don’t know precisely what my feelings are towards that which you want me to remember”, (he actually quoted me exactly, no one has ever quoted me exactly, I like Dr.Henket.)

“..Which is what prompted the idea of this training in the first place, we are going to train you in knowing the feelings that you have towards a particular piece of information, and when you will feel that you know, the preciseness of the information, is what will make the file both robust, accurate and high definition, the moment you feel you know the feeling, a trigger is activated and the memory will start flowing into the optogenetic brain machine interface chip and from there to the rest of the web, techno-telepathically transmitting the file to the world and no one can stop it. “

He paused for a moment, eyes shining

“Please remember that you will be flooded by requests, for every single form of information the human race, has ever recorded, and it is ok for you not only to prioritize, but also to reject a request to which you will not feel the correct aptitude, or even just because you don’t like it, rest assured that the P2P community worldwide will know and understand, and I wish to assure you again, that whatsoever you desire will be accommodated, we are well on the way of being able to provide you with every form of self management you desire.

Though it is true that we will start formally transmitting only at the end of the next three months, if during training you wish to transmit anything to the World Wide Web, you are free to do so at your leisure, all channels are ready and open, 2025 is the year the web transforms, and the world will never be the same. I wish all of us good luck.”

I raised my hand

“Yes Martin!, please what is it?” Henket said

“ I just wanted to say that in the past few minutes I have been transmitting to the world..”
“..and what have you been transmitting, Martin?” Henket replied eyes wide open in surprise.

Oh! I just sent:

“ PREPARE FOR THE EIDETIC DELUGE”..

And I smiled with satisfaction, closing my eyes and feeling the warmth of a correct feeling.

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Part of the Ultrashorts Project

Wed, Feb 8, 2012  Permanent link
Categories: Information, ultrashorts, Sci-fi, Eidetc memory, Optogenetic, Brain Machine Interface, Techno-Telepathy

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‘Elegant Intimacy’, a Preliminary report on the success of vision endeavor 17dash23 (Sci-Fi)

Second entry in the The Trans Luminal Mail Archives (TLMAP)

TLMAP 00348-31 (Letter the second) following TLMAP – 088011 (Letter the first)

The Editors

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‘Elegant intimacy’, a Preliminary report on the success of vision endeavor 17dash23

(As documented by assistant supporter of the council on Karoote, third cycle of Vatat.)

Reminder:

This preliminary report is presented in the manner of ‘as-is’, and is subject to rectifications and miscommunication errors to be corrected, at such times and according to sentient demands as will be presented to the association for the development research and penetration into sub flows, hyper flows and poly-flows.
The Association does not own the reports, nor their subsequent operational procedures, as owning reside outside the charter of this association.
Please note that due to the weight and privilege allied to the significance of this account the council reserves the preciseness of explication to the explicit presentation made by each and every organ of the association in his realm of intelligence performance, therefore this report should be taken as subject to the ultimate concert manifested in each and every sentient world.

As is the accepted notion within all sapient and sentient confederate realms, no obligation of any kind is expected, estimated or projected; all consciously activated poly-sensory embodiments should therefore be taken as autonomous pursuits of interest.

Finally, it is with the honor and passion of our charter to explore the unknown spheres of optionality that we remain grateful for the assistance of all actuated myths.

‘Elegant intimacy’

Our mission in vision endeavor 17dash23 was to explore the optionality of intelligent awareness developing into elegant intimacy, as a subset of sentient universal conflict elimination, also known as effortless beingness in hyperstates.

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It was all entangled and we managed to disentangle it, hence our success. What we did was as far from simple as Alpha is from Omega; we managed to re-arrange the alphabet of the core substance, into an elegant thought, by context activation in elegance.
Unlike previous missions however we did not re-entangle the core of the theme but let it be suspended in the void, in the elegance of emptiness substance was poised.
This is because we finally managed to un-desire the systematization of the abstract into manageable bites, for universal consumption, real themes, we allowed, should not be generalized or for that matter normalized. The clue we had found in the recursiveness of self-awareness, that which eventually gave rise to the appearance of unity, as manifested in sentient and or sapient species.
Unity of conscious minds we deem to be not even an illusion, it was as the council allowed, an error born of panoramas not brought high enough into the rarefied atmosphere of much needed confinement. This may explain the choice of Karoote, third cycle of Vatat, as the abode of isolation, for the purpose of confined reflectivity.
Karoote, being outside all common trade routes, permitted in its remoteness a level of seclusion not frequently available to the association for the development research and penetration into sub flows, hyper flows and poly-flows.
For the purpose of fulfilling this mission we entered the realm of the axiomatic ‘now’.
Inside the axiomatic ‘now’, we re-embarked upon the hygienic progression of polysensory-embodied understanding. It was the elegance we were seeking, not the real, not the true, not the beautiful nor the surprising; it was elegance in its unadulterated form, for as all sentient entities consent to, elegance to be respectable need be unadulterated.
We do not wish to enter here into the full description of the elegance core, suffice it to say in this report that, if elegant, intelligence prevails, if inelegant the loss of direction is inevitable.
The distance from elegance resides in measurements of recognitions, but that is a correct representation for natural species, species below the threshold of disentanglement maintain the idea that the mind and the knower are one and the same, this appearance they eventually evolve out of. Over adaptation, as all young species in their ascendant trajectories tend to perform is the one limit these species very often tend to overlook and thus miss the path of elegance.

The path of elegance both primordially significant and fundamentally restrictive is the most complex of all optional alternatives to understanding; it is simultaneously the most advantageous and concomitantly the most perilous.
The conduit of elegance contains within itself the seeds of its own crisis, a matter in conflict within its singular reflectivity, hence its difficulty and promise. The reason that is so is not straightforward to grasp for though sentiency appears as a collection of inelegant modulators, their combined superposition is anything but.
Modular adroitness does not implicate an order but phases and levels of sophisticated co-involvement, appearing messy, as all life must, but elegant nevertheless.
The channel of comprehension into that which is, also called elegance is not necessarily parsimonious though it appears to us that many species tend to accommodate elegance as a result of parsimony ,scarcity or that which they erroneously call simplicity. For though elegance might appear at times as if formulated in the furnace of suns, and thus give the impression of being primordial and necessarily structured of a small number of issues or entities, it is not always the case. It is always the case, however, that in hypercomplex systems, elegance is hidden.
Elegance in fact does not preclude a large or even immense number of parameters, which is not an essential characteristic of elegance. What elegance does have as a fundamental feature is an inherent cascade of disturbances, continuously re-harmonizing themselves in relation to the fitness landscape where they appear to manifest and with which they continuously interweave.
The path of elegance we deem to be the ultimate designation of the freedom of self-selection, in that, elegance presented itself to us as a subflow of intimacy, permitting different strata of ambiguity to be resolved into clarity of recognition.
However, as our recognition progressed into multiple threads of plausible comprehensions we also bothered to reflect upon the conscious necessity of not reducing hyper-complexity into its ultimate constituents, for as ascension to sentiency unfolds the reality of universal oscillation is made clear.

It is relevant for the purpose of this report, preliminary though it is, to mention that the landmark achievement, attained in previous council mission, namely that the applicability of universality is always subject to and contingent upon style and character of specie ascension, over and above circumstances of existence, is of critical importance.
The criticality the association for research and penetration into flows, sub-flows and hyper-flows, sees in the above, reflects the deep consideration elegance requires with regard to the ‘disturbance as crisis’ integration.

As was made unmistakably lucid during the congress of progress, for sentiency to attain an intimate form of elegance, disturbance as crisis, need be integrated as a foundational thread in the fabric that connects. For within that fabric, crisis is more than opportunity for sapient ascension, it stands for doorways to untold heights of triumph, triumph over banality, but substantially more important, triumph over predictability.

It is the success of this mission that an optionality of sentiency has been attained without elimination or destruction of that which maintains the crux of the confederation of sentient poly-sensory embodiments. Moreover, the accomplishment of an intimate elegance as the clear foundation upon which the power of creative unpredictability rests permits this association to accept a new mode of self-selection, the most profound impact of which is the allowance for a multitude of sentient sensations to invade us.

Being thus invaded, coherence of navigation is left to the elegant intimacy; as a consequence, all paths of actuation are hereby presented as open and multifaceted, to be real for all sentient species in all-possible aspects of the multiverse.

As no real distinction can be made between substance and properties, we aim our elegant intimacy, henceforth reflected upon also as effortless beingness in hyperstates, to be a beacon for all sentient species in their process of ascension.

This beacon we reason to be the very raison d’être of the association and the inspiration for which it was activated as a myth in action.

Here ends the preliminary report of orientation and stimulation as presented by the association for research and penetration into flows, subflows and hyperflows.
Full report will appear in the multiverse phase of sentient communication as an ongoing representation of cognizant exploration; subflow to be notified.

Karoote, third cycle of Vatat, poly-sensory embodiments to be restated according to domains of sentient ascension and sapient actuation.

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Endnote:

The TLMAP is a new sci-fi project that aims to complement the Ultrashorts Project.

Thu, Feb 2, 2012  Permanent link
Categories: intelligence, Sci-fi, TLMAP, Polysensory embodiments, Sentient, Sapient, Ascension, Elegance,Intimacy

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BelugAlmass the Elegant – (A Sci-Fi Ultrashort)

Come visit us- We Give Style to Character

(A Crystomeme Advert )

The song reached us before Someeven approached, by now we knew how to recognize his immense tetrahedral shape basking in its flamboyant colors. We still did not appreciate, however, that the changes to his melody were more than just fine-tuning his attentive-empathic cingulate cortex.

That we could see his chosen hyper-dimensional structure was beside the point, it was not the decoration that we were following, though it need be admitted that Someeven had a set of adornments the like of which we had never sensed before. Of course Someeven was special, he had invested all of his light cone credits into what he termed the re-beautification of ethnic ethics and as a result his cultural purpose status had risen incalculably. That made him the de-facto leader of our little pod, not that it made any difference, it was more of an aesthetic declaration of intent when inserting ourselves into other pods, which, as all bio-photonic reproduction procedures go, was a permanent alteration of the communal retinal effect of bias, after bio-photonic interweaving you simply saw things differently.

In most cases in fact our pod was the primary beauty effectuator, resulting in crystomemes being passed for our consumption by all other pods at the fifth Lagrange point.

We all considered Someeven as the preeminent expert in low-level bio-chemiluminescence procedures, knowing full well that the hacks to his Tattooex were far from regular, Someeven was not only the leader in the field, he had practically invented most of the upgrades we were sporting, and being in his pod we always had them first, rhythming our thoughts to his impossible cadence.

So when Someeven presented to us his latest insight into the nature of Tattooex, we were excited but not yet surprised, he was explaining how whilst we mind meld via our exoskeleton tatooex we could in principle engender a low level field of intentional consciousness that will for all practical purposes be disembodied. That was the first step, the second was much more difficult and more risky, for Someeven wanted to create what he jokingly called a conscious catapult. Basically enclosing the low level field of intentional consciousness as a contoured concept of beauty and as it were, catapulting it to other pods, bypassing the empty void of space and inserting ourselves en masse into an other pod. And yet we needed to fully consider the implications, for in bio-photonics sex, the revision and modification of bias was generating a change that could not be turned around.

In short we would be ‘illuminating’ (as was the term we used for bio-photonic penetration) a part of the other pod mind meld, we were thinking about Almass as the candidate, and altering its conscious conceptual structure, irrevocably and without its consent.
Someeven was not concerned, he argued that all bio-photonics interweaving is an alteration of bias and therefore there was no ethical problem but only an aesthetic one, was it beautiful enough?
In retrospective we the Beluga pod think that we did no wrong, we simply poised the intent of beautification as an alternate module of sight, transposing an advanced conception unto Almass and attending to the result.

It was an artistic plan, meticulously designed and perfectly coordinated, we had chosen to illuminate Almass with elegance and in so doing we annihilated Almass and ourselves as well.

The result we were reborn as and now attend to is called BelugAlmass the elegant, we are situated at Lagrange point five.

Come visit us- We Give Style to Character
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# Crystomemes: a neologism created in 2119 by the Regyt Corporation combining the terms of crystal (for memory crystal) and memes. The Crystomeme is in fact a memory crystal containing a unit of cultural aesthetics that is the de-facto resource of the current solar civ. Crystomemes (CM) can be exchanged for LightCones credits (LCC), present rate is approximately 1 CM= 700 LightconesCredits.

#Lightcone credit(s): the monetary unit of our present solar civ- basically representing the amount of time invested by any pod resident in the welfare of his pod. Lightcone credits can be earned only be being received by other members of same pod.
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Part of the Ultrashorts project

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Endnote:

This ultrashort sci-fi story was inspired by a number of ideas that came rushing through, it primarily concerns the development of a some news from nanotechnology:
Tattoo Tracks Sodium and Glucose via an iPhone-Need to track your blood oxygen levels? There may soon be an app for that.
and
‘Tattoo’ may help diabetics track their blood sugar : Carbon nanotubes could be injected under the skin to measure blood glucose levels” and then I remembered that a few years back Phillips had a nice intro to the idea of Electronic tattoos:” Tattoos and physical mutilation are amongst the oldest forms of personal expression and identity. Subcultures have used tattoos as a form of self-representation; a visual language communicating personality and status. Philips Design examined the growing trend of extreme body adornment like tattoos, piercing, implants and scarring.
The Electronics Tattoo film expresses the visual power of sensitive technology applied to the human body. The film subtly leads the viewer through the simultaneous emotional and aesthetic transformations between two lovers.
Watch the film.
Finally as my readers would know the future of social interaction is always in my thoughts, hence this little story, I hope you enjoy it.

Sun, Jul 31, 2011  Permanent link
Categories: poetry, Language, ultrashorts, Sci-fi, Tattoo, Crystomeme

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BWBW3- Because the world belongs to words pt.3 (A Sci-Fi Ultrashort)

Previously on BWBW:

"I know you know that there are no intrinsic problems as such, but only difficulties in maintaining a multilayered reality in immediacy but keep in mind that the essence of the warrior poet is a re-arrangement without thought, consciously keeping the direction of repetition but not allowing the order to emerge until an arbitrary point of conscious spontaneity, and it is this very spontaneity that I am looking for, it happens when the variation is exactly right, when the mutation is self similar to a degree that is high enough and far enough..

An exact tipping point.."
(from pt.2)

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Finale

..There is rip in the composition of time, a crack in the fabric of space, which is where thoughts come through to make us consciously aware.

Yes I realize that not sitting there with us and watching the universe tear itself apart simply because someone recites poetry, and chaotic poetry at that, you may feel all this is highly phantasmagoric, but let me assure you, happen it did.

When our warrior poet, started reciting his poetry, at first we noticed increased blood flow into the reticular formation, but then something extraordinary happened, his frontal cortex or at least parts of it started shutting down of their own accord, as if disconnected from the overall mind event.
We checked our machinery and monitors to see if we were not witnessing some unpredictable malfunction and found as expected that all was in order, so what on earth was going on?

We slowly came to the realization that what we were seeing was language actuation in the process of transforming coherence, not unlike what the Shamans of old used to say about words that name spirits, you know, that which we thought was mambo-jumbo, that you have to be careful what names you use when addressing the matter of the world, because .. well basically because the correct wording calls for the force so named.

The words he used were incomprehensible to us, but that did not change the fact that whilst hearing those words, those sounds, those strange syllables, my mind opened.
Let me rephrase this, I am a scientist after all and you are a philosopher, so we cannot allow ourselves the nonsensical approach of just saying it as it is, can we now? So I will not say my mind opened, what I will do is simply relay the factuality of it all like this: I looked at the monitor and said ‘Oh! My god! Look’ (to no one in particular) and suddenly the monitor was showing not his brain, but my brain, literally my brain, and as I was watching, I saw the words coming out of my mouth becoming forces of explosion, a formatting palette of lines of reflexivity, snaking upon each other and reverting the effects of the brain I was seeing, changing the form of the brain itself, reformulating its shape, into something unknown.
I was aware to the changes in my visual cortex, the colors were extending themselves into new horizons, morphing the shapes into sounds and the sounds into Euclidian factors, smoothly reinforcing the location of my conscious awareness into another place, first in the room itself and then..

And then I was a disembodied observer, pleasantly floating above and in between lines of sensation, silently becoming part and parcel of a world reconfiguration, relentlessly moving into and out of coherency, reporting to no one in specific, simply because there were no specifics..
It was as if the very meaning of the term comfort, or maybe comfortable, was taking life, seizing reality and reshaping it to fit its meaning, an epistemic force of nature, de-ontologizing the immediacy, deconstructing the consistency of matter and reinstating in its stead a subtler concatenation of causes, issuing forth a new reality.

So there I was, and writing this to you now on my word processor seems almost incomprehensible, a dream really, but this was no dream, and though I wrote ‘there I was’, there was no I to speak of, not that I was not aware, that I was, it was something else, a total disintegration if you like, but upon reading these words you may think disintegration a negative, whilst the reality of it was that disintegration was gentle and all encompassing, a moment when suddenly the conceptual realization of a distributed self suddenly took flight into a new dimension of existential reality.

So there I was, and there was no I to the there, there was and still is a flow of comforts, yes I know it doesn’t make much sense, what is a flow of comforts? Maybe a flow of pleasure will be a better description. But even that will not do the state I am trying to describe justice.. at any rate the sensation of the moment was that knowledge that is embedded in the proto conscious mind, and in that case it was the knowledge of what comfort is, was being released from its synthetic constraints and unleashed from its bonds of contextual phrasing, was depowering reality, and de-cohering one unto a larger coherence..
At that particular moment I realized that though it is true that the human is far from being the center of reality we could, under certain conditions, redefine the authority of the moment by undoing the statement of being in time.

I do not know what will happen when I will utter the word, maybe nothing, maybe everything, but I suspect that when the word ‘human’ will be pronounced something fundamental about the despotism of time, will be unleashed and re-cohere our future history..
It is my sense perception extrapolated into a vision of timelessness that the ‘human’ will undo our innate violence and upturn the tables of destiny, I believe that this is what the warrior poet wanted us to capture by making himself available to our research.

You may now understand why I am going to say the word and see where its leading me, irrespective to the possible consequences to my own mind and sanity, it is the bifurcations of inspiring moments like this that make us who we are, and maybe, just maybe, by uttering ‘human’ and meaning something else’ the semantic force of the nature of mind, backed by beauty, tracked by passion, empowered by immediacy and fully realizing the sheer emptiness upon which interdependence floats, will allow change to materialize.

I know that very few ever came back to tell, I hope to do otherwise, if for nothing else but the need of your existence extended across the times, for all great acts are at bottom highly specific and point to a motive that is other than I.

Farewell my friend, wish me luck.

HUMAN

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part of the Ultrashorts project

Sun, Apr 3, 2011  Permanent link
Categories: poetry, Philosophy, AI, Language, ultrashorts, multidimentionality, Sci-fi

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