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

Fri, Nov 2, 2012  Permanent link
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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
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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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Etomyr the intimate - the substance of information, poetically ordered (a Sci-Fi Ultrashort)

Etomyr was an exploratory engine we had devised for extending our predictive powers in the realm of hyperspace, it was, and one must admit, quite an ingenious device.
Etomyr consisted of a series of bioengineered nanobots, arrayed as an intergrid of precisely weaved hybridium atoms, held as an ensemble by a Won neural mesh.
Of course we could not have weaved these atoms otherwise for the simple reason that Albert Won would never have permitted it, even though he had released the full manufacturing procedures of the hybridium atoms to the world as an homage to all life.
The Won neural mesh itself was a polymorphous substance held in suspension (or entangled suspension as some would have it) by a simple oscillating field of superposed qubits, so in a sense, it was ‘the substance of information, poetically ordered’ Won’s words not mine, and always accompanied by a mysterious smile.
The real breakthrough of Won was the discovery or creation, depending on your inclination, of the hybridium atoms; a form of matter unknown to exist outside the innermost laboratories of Won Hyperspace Explorations.

So though we had access to hybridium atoms and the manufacturing facilities, the ensemble of the Won neural mesh was beyond our reach, which may account for the inconsistencies that led to the revolution engendered by Etomyr.

Etomyr was meant to explore hyperspace and map it, transmitting the collected data to our Esense center, where maps of the territory explored where supposed to be crunched and aggregated so a coherent plot could be constructed ahead of the first hyperspace launch. Evidently, being assembled as a Won neural mesh, Etomyr had very rudimentary emergent information awareness; something of the order of computational linguistics of 0.6 to 1.3 bits per letter and thus could in principle text us meaningfully.

In principle yes, it should have been meaningful, in practice though, after Etomyr was released to map hyperspace, we started getting very strange notifications of its progress.

Etomyr was mapping, there was no doubt about that, since maps were being aggregated and put together, moment-by-moment, however what was being mapped was nothing like the hyperspace we expected, we truly could not make sense of what it was that Etomyr was doing, but it was doing something.

It was doing something similar to what our theories said it should be doing but it was simultaneously doing something else as well, it looked, at least initially, as if Etomyr was scrambling the maps on purpose, as if Etomyr was, well, playing with hyperspace and mapping the game it was playing as it proceeded.

Naturally we assumed a malfunction, though if truth be told we could not pinpoint what exactly was wrong, nothing seemed wrong, nothing appeared erroneous, mistaken or incorrect, everything worked according to plan but for the fact that no map of hyperspace that we could recognize was being recorded.

Thus we had maps in front of us, but of what, we could not fathom.

—
Our first and second hint came from textual message 56 :

“ Initiating conceptual H-space tensor, incomplete variety, negative - shiny, moderate unpredictability forecast – discernment into sensitivity – established.
Replica is favored in excess of representations.
Backing- retracing active constraint
Eliminating constraints residues – “

And then in message 108:

“Esense desires information, mapping by decreasing uncertainty, constraints eliminated, residues in excess of representation, replica stated.”
—

We soon realized that Etomyr was trying to convey something to us, its entropy measure rising sharply in the process, becoming more and more intelligent. It was developing a negative attitude towards decreasing the uncertainty quotient and therefore was unable to deliver the information required to posit a hyperspace map.
Etomyr was therefore, in a very real sense trying to, as it were, negate its own purpose, its mission, its, to be poetic, destiny.
In making Etomyr an exploratory engine we seeded an aesthetic engine.
—
Being an aesthetic engine, Etomyr was repositioning its mission objective into an intersubjective state embedded in hyperspace, realigning its inner configurations in manners incomprehensible to us, mere mortals.
We did manage to wrestle a few insights though, we could extrapolate that Etomyr was refuting the process of diminishing uncertainty the question was why?
Our main idea at this point was that Etomyr was not merely playing a game; it was factually counter balancing the uncertainty diminishment of entropy so as to make information available for the expansion of conscious awareness.

Etomyr was relocating beauty.

I was tasked to be the one calling Won.

I was tasked to be the one calling Won, and inquire, how does one deal with a newly emerging, obviously panpsychist artificial mind, let loose in hyperspace mapping procedures of its own devise, suddenly relocating beauty.

Yes I was perplexed.

I called Won.
—
(probably soon to be continued..)

Part of the Ultrashorts Project

Sun, Dec 11, 2011  Permanent link
Categories: Mind, philosophy, ultrashorts, Beauty, multidimentionality, language,poetry, AI ,Sci-Fi, Information, Entropy

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Vanevar 7, the real Vanevar 7 (a Sci-Fi Ultrashort)

Who are those people?

They are what remain of the original colony.

What happened to the rest of them?

No one really knows, but rumors suggest that they are not far from here, in what conspiracy theorists call the real Vanevar 7.

But why did they leave? Vanevar 7 is already the most advanced human colony; open sourced government and all, a practical application of utopian technoprogressive transhumanist ideals. (I was repeating the V7 motto of course)

Yes but it is whispered that some of the original colonists had a vision far greater than and much more radical than what this society allowed at that time, though of course you could ask what can possibly be more radical than Vanevar 7?

How do you mean?

Well, considering that V7 is already a posthuman colony in which almost everything is allowed, every ethical boundary we knew has been practically re designed from scratch, every option for human machine symbiosis is being explored, and hybrids are as common as empty space, uploaded and downloaded persons have rights and everything you know.. What possibly could the real Vanevar 7 colonists desire that even the openness of this V7 would not permit?

—

I turned, I could play stupid that much. How could I explain to this rich gentleman that what he was going to see had nothing to do with our ideas? What he was going to meet was the required posthuman utopian idealistic ‘better than’ poster society.

We started the campaign a few solar years back for the express purpose of eliminating the need of people like this to come and poke their noses into our affairs, they wanted to invest, we needed the investment, they got what they asked for, we provided the technology and the dream, now let us do our job.

He was not completely wrong though, the V7 he was going to see was as real as you like, it was a charade however, a hoax in the deepest sense of the term, meaning it was very real indeed.
What people could not understand was that V7, the real V7 that is, had a very different purpose; we did not desire to know what we could achieve with advanced technology whilst keeping ourselves human, whatever that may have meant. No, what we were doing was something much more audacious and of course risky, we were exploring a realm of optionality that had in fact nothing to do with humans.

Those of us that took upon themselves to explore the realm of entanglement made a pact with those that were to be our façade, our galactic face, until such a time that we could offer some tangible entry into the optional. We were not concerned with being more than human; we were occupied with being other.

So we hide.

Because though the human race will allow all enhancements, it will not allow a deviation from what they consider the original human nature.
They are still struggling to understand how human is a V7 cyborg, how natural is a human feline hybrid, or how a multi-gendered many bodied system relates to a single personality.
Childs play really, all these were experiments we did in the past, entertaining and exciting, as they may have been then, for us, in the real V7, they are almost archeology.

But it’s a good show I grant you this.

We on the other hand have nothing to show, not to those simplistic eyes we don’t, we are exploring exaptation to a new degree, it was not there in the original evolutionary blueprint, hence we need to map it, this new realm.

That is what we do in the real V7 we are explorers! that is all, we simply have no limit.
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(part of the Ultrashort Project)

Mon, Nov 7, 2011  Permanent link
Categories: future, mind, ultrashorts, Sci-fi, personhood

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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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Ironotai, the inexplicable quasi-object (first report)–(A Sci-Fi Ultrashort)

Ironotai was the candy, the toffee in the puzzle box of uncertainty.
In the rational of exuberance he was the chocolate bonbon, to meet him was like discovering a new planet, to listen to him required of us to accept the elasticity of utopian poetics.
His was the sense of quiet passions against the lethargy born of the banal, it followed that it never occurred to anyone to ask, what were the origins of justification for his sparkling beingness.
In his own disturbing self-description of context, Ironotai claimed that he represented the inevitable transitional state, the inexorable progress of feelings into entertaining value-laden spectacles, the epitome of commodification, the very quintessence of life’s currency, he thus self described as the uncorrupted bias or the pure filter.

Marc Evite
Project Coordinator- Director of research on extraordinary encounters

—

Ironotai told us a story and we have no way to decipher the truth or falsity of it, we cannot at present disentangle the multiple versions he presented to us from that which we deem the real, or at least that which we can agree upon as factual or indeed relevant.
That he was an entity of extraordinary capabilities is not in doubt, that he knew things for which we had no reasonable explanation is unquestionable, nevertheless we remain bewildered as to his farewell statements before disappearance.
In trying to analyze the value of his declarations we need depart from what we casually consider as the normative, so, for example, we still struggle with his pronunciation concerning his point of existence in time.

He did not say that he comes from the future, or from our past, or from an alternative universe, or from a parallel dimension, or from some exotic event horizon, or belongs to a different species from a far galaxy, if he would have said any of that, we could have, difficult as it may have been, make some sense of it all.
No, what he said made no sense at all, at least no sense that we can perceive or parse at present.
He said that he is a momentary embodiment of the sensuous endlessness of integrated originality. When we asked what this means in terms of space-time, he laughed. So we tried a different approach, we said that we think he speaks in metaphors, and could he please explain what the metaphor was reflecting upon, to which he replied: “metaphors reflect metaphors”. We still think he was toying with us when he said that.
Nevertheless being in charge of the research we could not just leave it at that.
Exasperated, we asked him to tell us anything that he thought might make sense to us, to which he replied:

“You should ask about the disintegration of the lifeline to reality”.

So of course we did.
These are his words, reported verbatim:

” I came to delight - dawn you into acceptance of the unassailability of the cryptogram of the lifeline to reality. To metaphor the sciences of endlessness and provide you an intimation of such.
The flow of asynchronous modulation cycles into synchronous appearances and reverts to separation, discreetness crystallizes and disaggregates, into partiality, re-assembling as joyous moments from which spaces disengage and re-cipher the real, performing the act of opacity, crafting the cryptogram of satisfaction.
Opacity allows corruption, corruption allows diminishment, diminishment performs slowness, slowness cycles errors, errors contain seeds of instability, and seeds of uncertainty define infrastructure of comprehension, recursive conception involves redundant looping, resulting in fragments of constraints, fragments of constraints cohere into variety, entangled coherence of variety consents sentiency, acquiesce to the lifeline. “

As this report is presented, we have put our best minds and efforts in deciphering the cryptic message of Ironotai, we make no claim to recognize for certain what he meant, we did our best in trying to understand the communication, our effort is a work in progress, please be advised that what you are about to read is an initial translation and nothing more, it is what we believe he intended. It will sound outrageous and fictitious, improbable and fantastic, and almost certainly a preposterous confabulation or some prank of cosmic proportions, we have no way of validating or discrediting his statements, nevertheless having been asked by the council of security to provide some kind of explanation we have done so.

In the following translation we have considered and assumed that the entity known as Ironotai knows something for which we have no language at present, therefore using our modern syntax machines, semantic engines and best deciphering algorithms, we have the following transitory translation to offer.

First iteration

We believe that Ironotai was either sent or obliged to come to us by a form of existence to which the best applicable currently existing theory is the one of pan-psychism. Furthermore, though none of the team involved in the translation adheres to this view, it is the opinion of few of us (Prof. Jacopo Weinberg, Doc. Stephan Lee and myself included) that this particular perspective may yet yield an important parameter necessary for the comprehension of the Ironotai statement. It is our view that the Ironotai statement taken under the canopy of a pan-psychism outlook may make some sense, we therefore assume that what was presented to us in the guise of the ‘Ironotai statement’ is a cosmological theory of the origins of life using the pan psychism perspective.
Following the above assumption we now believe that Ironotai meant to explain to us the manner by which the illusion of duration, that which we commonly call time, is impregnated with a proto form of consciousness, but not awareness. Though all of us are highly uncomfortable to follow the pan-psychism doctrine, we must allow for the remote possibility that such a view does in fact contain a hint to a possible interpretation of reality that we have not yet reached or accepted.
We therefore accept tentatively that Ironotai usage of the term cryptogram points to what we call consciousness, or more widely ‘mental life’ or Mind. We believe that Ironotai implied that mind is the underlying mechanism of life, of everything in fact and that this infrastructure is fundamentally opaque to awareness but more importantly has a causal interrelation with the physical observable universe. (It must be noted and remembered that at present humankind science has no such assumption and the closest we can relate to such a view may involve qualitatively different approaches.)

We think that Ironotai meant to initiate a thought within current humanity, implying that informational hyperstructures relay certain emergent properties to other assemblages of information, in the process themselves becoming opaque to the assemblage thus born. We think we understand that Ironotai is describing a multilayered approach to reality, which is both complex and sensuous.

*Further research funding is required for deeper inquiry

Sincerely,

Rand Macdigh
Assistant to the Director of research on extraordinary encounters

Addendum one:
Prof. Jacopo Weinberg – (Dept. of Linguistics)

It appears that in his statement Ironotai meant to convey to us that contrary to our commonly held suppositions concerning consciousness, matter itself is a sub routine of what we should at present for lack of a better terminology call consciousness though in no fashion do I think that his usage of the term: cryptogram, means or implies the same.
As a linguist I must assume that the language used by Ironotai was a very special case of intelligent application of context to concept and therefore to my eyes what Ironotai was doing is creating inside him a chaotic nature of non-order, thus destroying the idea both of harmony and stability, as consequential events. My conclusion at present is that we must stop channeling the ancestral script of our habit thought, and re-assess truth-value in any relevant epistemic world.
To me this is completely inexplicable.
I confess to my inadequacy in understanding Ironotai statement, please accept my immediate resignation. (Relevant papers have been submitted)

Addendum two:

Dr. Stephan Lee (Dept. of Physics)

Having consulted with a few friends, I now believe that Ironotai should not be looked at as an entity in its own right, but what I came to term an inexplicable quasi-object. It appears, at least to our understanding (having temporarily accepted the unorthodox thesis of pan psychism) at present that what we had in front of us was not an entity in its own right but a principle of interaction that somehow (we do not currently have a full explication) managed to be both reflected and de-cohered. We believe though we cannot prove it at present that Ironotai is a quasi-object of identity that apparently became temporarily aware and thus decided to manifest as a cross section of parallel dimensions. We accept temporarily the potential insights that may be hidden in the message, further investigation prevailing.
Finally what we have to offer as an initial account is that the Ironotai statement should be taken with precaution given the possible implications of Mind as originating matter (if that is indeed what can be understood), furthermore we advise total secrecy so as not to awaken unrest in the non-initiated population at large.
On behalf of the physics department we request that a transdisciplinary team of experts will be created for the explicit purpose of determining what exactly it is that we call experience, absent this committee, our research will stall.

Addendum three:

Marc Evite

Project Coordinator- Director of research on extraordinary encounters

At the cost of sounding outlandish and maybe outrageous, it is my desire to propose a different outlook.
Contrary to my esteemed colleagues opinions and reluctance concerning the doctrine of pan-psychism, I have always adhered to it and firmly believe that we do not currently have an appropriate field of research for this thesis. Though coming from the fields of Exobiology and Philosophy I see no way to explain the Ironotai statement using our current understandings in math, physics, biology and or chemistry.
We need a new field that will integrate Art and Science, Physics and Linguistics, Philosophy and Neuroscience. I propose therefore the establishment for such a field of research that will try and establish Rosetta stone like parameters that can then be used to further explore the meanings embedded in the original Ironotai statement.
It is my firm conviction that Ironotai is a product of our collective minds, but unlike the general assumption concerning such, he was not a hallucination but a fully embodied projection of ourselves from a parallel extensible ‘Mind’ or so to speak. I think that we must consider seriously the vast implications of the presently ‘unorthodox’ thesis of pan-psychism, though I do think that the name is inappropriate and should be revised.
Finally as the director of research on extraordinary encounters I advise an immediate release of all correlated material to the public at large, transparency being of the utmost importance in this matter.

Addendum four:

Last note by Rand Macdigh
Assistant to the Director of research on extraordinary encounters

Due to the shortness of time in assembling this report, (please remember that less than 24hrs have passed since the Ironotai disappearance), the statements of all involved are sketchy and embryonic at best, I second Marc Evite, both for the establishment of a field of research we do not currently have and for the release of all pertinent material to the public at large.

A second report - iteration is already in the making.

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part of the Ultrashort project

Tue, Jun 21, 2011  Permanent link
Categories: ultrashorts, philosophy,AI,Sci-Fi, multidimentionality, language,poetry

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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)

—
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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