(An introspective narrative)
You walk in the streets, passing humans, other humans, you believe they are like you, they look similar to you, you do not count how many humans there are. You know there are many humans, humans that are not you.
You walk aimlessly, you feel your feet, the strain on your ankles, the light...
From Wildcat 71
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Former Ballerina With Alzheimer’s Remembers Ballet Routine When She Hears the Music From ‘Swan Lake’
I believe that on your planet earth, you would call it a Shaman, or maybe a Shaman device. But maybe I am doing you a disservice by calling it this way, for I do not believe it will help you understand, or maybe it will but it might distort your understanding.
Well, because on your planet earth, the technological sciences and the...
(part 2: The Proper Context- exegesis is not hermeneutics) (read the first part)
the interview continues
I am Chi Chi Sra dispensing wisdom since the time of the wilderness dwellers.. and all that.. you’ve heard it before so I will not recite it again.. though I assure you there is much more, you will read it if you are ever...
V. I. S. H. N. U = Virtually Integrated System Heuristic Neural Undercurrent
When V.i.s.h.n.u was created it had one purpose only, it was a permeation system.
It’s purpose: to infiltrate matter, extracting the most intimate act of matter and reconfiguring it.
The makers of V.i.s.h.n.u ,now long gone, had a particular and highly...
It was said in jest, and it changed all futures.
It was actually a joke between Professor Alfred Mantis and a second rate journalist for a second rate tech newspaper column in a secondary town. But professor Mantis was the pre-eminent AI researcher at the international development team of artificial intelligence and the chair of the...
(an informal preamble, before the first chapter, from the interview)
“Did I mention that I once danced naked inside a neutron star? And that I love arabesque pillars in palaces? And mints, I adore mints.. and only you, I mean the human race, has them, so that is another reason I come here often.. (ahh, wait that is for later,...
(also liking is a sort of computation)
In truth it must be told that Fram78 was not the real beginning, it had after all seventy-seven iterations before that. No, if truth must be told the real beginning was in the future and not in the past, but contrary to popular opinion the future that started the Ambiguity declaration of...
It has been a while and I thought it real and effectual to deflect the inner reflectivity of extreme individualism before you depart for the land of beyond where you will be alone.
At least, at last, superficially so, seemingly so.
For the great one of haecceity will be with you.
For suchness reveals haecceity, but you know that.
My dear friend,
Knowing how busy you claim you are, performing all these social tasks you call duties, at work, at home, with your hobbies but more particularly in your mind, I shall (hopefully) take only a little of your reading time
Walking on nothing, which is now the official name of this series of letters addressed to you but published...
(A very liberating story of and on freedom based on a personal letter, which you shouldn't believe and neither do I, but then here it is)
My dear friend,
You asked me, in truth and simplicity, why it was so difficult to be free?
And my first answer need be:
Forget truth and simplicity- aim for elegance of thought; the reason, if you...
'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)
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...
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..”
I was drifting.
Drifting with a wind of nanites churning and agitating the local infosphere. I...
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...
The fiery forge of an emotional vision – embedding and expanding, widening and brightening the fierce challenge of becoming a constellation (of impossible States).
*(From: A dictionary of impossible places – alternate realities made simple, second electrolight edition January 2039. P 89 paragraph 4)
“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
She came from the order of beyond.. and ..
Of course she was bored, how else...
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...
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)
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...
In the realm of the beyond not even the old ones knew where he came from. On an early spring the beyond simply recognized that there was someone else in the game. He never claimed his name, he was always polite and never ever demanded his status to be acknowledged, and hence he didn’t have one.
What he did do however, is go to the old ones to...
Jane was the love of my life. Jane was everything.
I could not imagine my life without Jane, and yet here I was, imagining just that.
The accident was trivial, deserving neither front page nor a mention in the local news. It was raining, she was riding her bicycle, she slipped on the asphalt, skidding, falling, and tumbling until her head met...
(Reporting from a real life event- an almost verbatim transcription)
“Emptiness which is conceptually liable to be mistaken for sheer nothingness is in fact the reservoir of infinite possibilities.”
I met a person yesternight; she said that she does not recognize boundaries to her beingness.
She said that her agenda...
Being free, I am free of being.
We are on the edge of a Paleolithic Machine intelligence world. A world oscillating between that which is already historical, and that which is barely recognizable. Some of us, teetering on this bio-electronic borderline, have this ghostly sensation that a new horizon is on the verge of being revealed, still...
Looking at the present from the perspective of the future is probably one of the most interesting capabilities of the human mind, how much more so when the amount of interest we have invested in our futures has grown exponentially.
Looking at the present from a future vantage point assumes we can project ourselves into an indefinite state of...
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,...
Second entry in the The Trans Luminal Mail Archives (TLMAP)
TLMAP 00348-31 (Letter the second) following TLMAP – 088011 (Letter the first)
‘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...
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...