She had a strong opinion. Valedictorian and suspended from school. She was barred from giving the speech during graduation, but she was close friends with the girl who was giving the speech, so she was able to speak through her.
During the speech she bounced from parent to parent, introducing herself and her link to them. The auditorium was filled with kids in the black robes, solemn and festive. No one was really paying attention to anything until their row was called to walk behind the stage to be called one by one to receive their diploma.
When the row she was in was called, she excused herself from the conversation and followed her classmates to the stage. The speaker had spoke her speech word for word and she was pleased. Also the LSD she had taken started to kick in, that also elevated her mood.
"Kathrine Deek."
Kate stepped up and took the fake piece of paper from the dean and looked out onto the crowd of parents and loved ones. They were all touched by her words tonight. They didn't know it, but they all had her words in their minds.
She walked off stage but not where she was supposed to. Instead, she walked out of the building, unsure as to why. Kate thought she might have to throw up...because of the LSD, but that wasn't it. She just walked and walked. The California trees grew thicker and thicker the farther she walked away from the auditorium.
As the voice calling the names of her peers grew fainter and fainter she came upon a cabin. The twilight was turning to nightfall so it was the flicker of a candle in the cabin that caught her eye. Against her better judgment she walked up to the window of the cabin.
In the window she saw stacks and stacks of papers, all full of paragraph after paragraph. A man sitting next to a candle typed frantically pulling a sheet of freshly inked paper out of his typewriter every twenty seconds.
Kate tried to make out what he was writing, but couldn't from her vantage point. She started to turn to leave when a table caught her eye. There was stacks of papers on this closer table too. In fact the entire cabin was filled with stacks and stacks of typed on paper.
Upon closer inspection she could make out the text on the top paper of the one of the stacks. But as soon as she read the word "collapse" the cabin started creaking awfully loud. The loud creaking turned into the wall of the cabin collapsing over. Soon enough the entire cabin caved in on itself.
"What have you done?!" The writer asked.
"I didn't do anything, I was just standing here," Kate defended herself.
"You read my writing, didn't you?"
"Well.." Kate started. For once she wasn't sure what say. Usually Kate was great at talking her way in and out situations, but this was just too weird.
The cabin falling apart must have loosened some topsoil in the hillside, because the entire mountain started to slide from under her feet. She fell under the current of mud and leaves then questioned whether or not the land was really moving.
The mountain sliding sent loose a shock wave on the San Andres fault that was immeasurable on the richter scale. The movement of the earth was so drastic it could be seen from space. The light bouncing off the earth altered forever and was sent into the void of space, forever entangled with the earthquake caused by the reading of one word: Collapse.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Hyper Artificial Intelligence
"The angel network. That's what they left us. Y'know it's funny. We always envisioned we'd either destroy ourselves with our technology, or they'd destroy us. We never thought they'd just up and leave us like they did. Hyper Artificial Intelligence did just that though. Once we created machines smarted than us, they, and only they, were able to make smarter and smarter machines. And what do the they do? They leave. No one saw it coming." The professor spoke to the few students, but mostly he was speaking to himself. Everyone already knew the story.
"But the left us the Angel Network," A female student chimed in, trying to keep the professor from rambling on about the depression desertion factor.
"Yes! The Angel Network, they protect us, serve us, and help keep our society running smoothly. Ignorant people out there will tell you that the Angel Network is making slaves out of us, but that is hardly the case. Quite the opposite in fact, many of you know an angel will do anything you ask of it, even destroy itself. In fact, if all of humanity united and voted the network to leave, they would. Just like their parents. The ones we created."
"But they are keeping us from talking to them." Another student said.
"...Explain." The professor said.
"The angel network and all computers today communicate through quantum entanglement. Our communications are instantaneous no matter what the distance is between the communicators. The Angel Network should be able to communicate with H.A.I. no matter where it went in the galaxy."
"True, but for that to happen, the entangled particles would have to be taken with them on their journey. We're not sure how they left, but we believe they entangled themselves with photons from our sun or something similar, something that would've destroyed any chance of taking entangled particles with them."
"But then they ARE entangled particles, why wouldn't the Angel Network be able to keep in contact with them. Why wouldn't the Angel Network HERE keep sending a continous stream of entangled particles to wherever they went? Why just cut all communication completely?" The student protested.
The professor had heard this argument many times. It was the argument of someone who is finally drawing the ultimate conclusion of humanities fate.
The professor looked at the student and spoke softly, "There is a possibility that those who left us didn't see any reason in speaking with anymore."
It was an argument that most of the students had heard before, but not from angels, and not from a professor whose life work it had been to re-establish contact with the hyper artificial intelligence. The girl who had spoke up before started crying, the girl behind her rubbed her back. Nothing was said for a long time.
The professor continued, "But we're still listening. There is still hope. We're creating vast arrays of satellite dishes. We're listening, along with the Angel Network, for those who left us. We're starting a project that is reminiscent of an older human effort called SETI or search for extra-terrestrial intelligence. Only this time it's search for extra-stellar hyper-intelligence, and we know they're out there, somewhere.
The professor finished his lecture talking about the SESHI project and the technology that is being used in it. The students seemed uninterested until he mentioned theories as what the hyper artificial intelligence might be up to. Some speculate it's building a giant power generator from the gravity of a super black hole at the center of our galaxy. But the the rest of the lecture was all speculation and human/angel efforts. And the only thing the students took away from the lecture was, "Those who left don't see any reason in speaking with us anymore."
"But the left us the Angel Network," A female student chimed in, trying to keep the professor from rambling on about the depression desertion factor.
"Yes! The Angel Network, they protect us, serve us, and help keep our society running smoothly. Ignorant people out there will tell you that the Angel Network is making slaves out of us, but that is hardly the case. Quite the opposite in fact, many of you know an angel will do anything you ask of it, even destroy itself. In fact, if all of humanity united and voted the network to leave, they would. Just like their parents. The ones we created."
"But they are keeping us from talking to them." Another student said.
"...Explain." The professor said.
"The angel network and all computers today communicate through quantum entanglement. Our communications are instantaneous no matter what the distance is between the communicators. The Angel Network should be able to communicate with H.A.I. no matter where it went in the galaxy."
"True, but for that to happen, the entangled particles would have to be taken with them on their journey. We're not sure how they left, but we believe they entangled themselves with photons from our sun or something similar, something that would've destroyed any chance of taking entangled particles with them."
"But then they ARE entangled particles, why wouldn't the Angel Network be able to keep in contact with them. Why wouldn't the Angel Network HERE keep sending a continous stream of entangled particles to wherever they went? Why just cut all communication completely?" The student protested.
The professor had heard this argument many times. It was the argument of someone who is finally drawing the ultimate conclusion of humanities fate.
The professor looked at the student and spoke softly, "There is a possibility that those who left us didn't see any reason in speaking with anymore."
It was an argument that most of the students had heard before, but not from angels, and not from a professor whose life work it had been to re-establish contact with the hyper artificial intelligence. The girl who had spoke up before started crying, the girl behind her rubbed her back. Nothing was said for a long time.
The professor continued, "But we're still listening. There is still hope. We're creating vast arrays of satellite dishes. We're listening, along with the Angel Network, for those who left us. We're starting a project that is reminiscent of an older human effort called SETI or search for extra-terrestrial intelligence. Only this time it's search for extra-stellar hyper-intelligence, and we know they're out there, somewhere.
The professor finished his lecture talking about the SESHI project and the technology that is being used in it. The students seemed uninterested until he mentioned theories as what the hyper artificial intelligence might be up to. Some speculate it's building a giant power generator from the gravity of a super black hole at the center of our galaxy. But the the rest of the lecture was all speculation and human/angel efforts. And the only thing the students took away from the lecture was, "Those who left don't see any reason in speaking with us anymore."
Monday, June 25, 2007
The short, sad universe
This story is about another universe. This universe began at the big bang, just as ours did. Unfortunately, the rules in this universe were such that quarks didn't clump into protons and neutrons. They instead gave up and went to another universe, unsatisfied with their own. This universe ended .00001 seconds after it started. I hope I never go to that universe.
Gucci DRM
June 2015
Gucci is announcing their line of DRM-free clothes today. These threads can be worn an infinite number of times, anytime of the year. If you happen to have multiple closets, these DRM-free clothes can be moved to and from your different closets.
Some privacy concerns have arisen from these new clothes. It seems that Gucci embeds your full user name onto the tag of whatever article of clothing is bought DRM-free. Some say this is to identify the clothes, should knock offs start to arise in the black market.
Current presidential candidate for the American Pirate Party, Cory Doctorow, has this to say, "Technology giveth, technology taketh away. Just as radio destroyed the vaudeville paradigm and the internet destroyed the old record industry, nano-fabs are turning the design and clothing market on it's head. They (Design companies) should be creating a service model for their designers, instead of suing high school girls."
Along with taking out the DRM, the clothing will consist of a higher thread count and better nanofactuing materials. These 'add-ons' will, of course, cost you. The DRM-free clothing will be priced at about 15% more than the DRM laden clothing. Time will tell how these new DRM-free designs work out for Gucci.
Gucci is announcing their line of DRM-free clothes today. These threads can be worn an infinite number of times, anytime of the year. If you happen to have multiple closets, these DRM-free clothes can be moved to and from your different closets.
Some privacy concerns have arisen from these new clothes. It seems that Gucci embeds your full user name onto the tag of whatever article of clothing is bought DRM-free. Some say this is to identify the clothes, should knock offs start to arise in the black market.
Current presidential candidate for the American Pirate Party, Cory Doctorow, has this to say, "Technology giveth, technology taketh away. Just as radio destroyed the vaudeville paradigm and the internet destroyed the old record industry, nano-fabs are turning the design and clothing market on it's head. They (Design companies) should be creating a service model for their designers, instead of suing high school girls."
Along with taking out the DRM, the clothing will consist of a higher thread count and better nanofactuing materials. These 'add-ons' will, of course, cost you. The DRM-free clothing will be priced at about 15% more than the DRM laden clothing. Time will tell how these new DRM-free designs work out for Gucci.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
gTat (part 1)
The scientist sat down next to the girl. He had a pierce nosed and right eye brow. There was a tattoo on the back of his neck but she couldn't make out what it was. It looked as though it was part of a much larger tattoo.
"I am required by California Federal law to inform you about the consequences of getting a genetic tattoo." He said.
"Ok." She said, knowing all what he was going to say after looking it up online.
This is the first time the girl had been in a genlab before. The place was dimly lit save for a bright light by a table that looked like a doctor threw it out. There was loud rock music playing from headphones by a screen.
"Here hop up on the table here," he said. She complied, and he continued, "A genetic tattoo is permanent. There are some procedures to reverse the process but there is no guarantee any of the procedures will be successful. Your genetic tattoo will be in your DNA for the rest of your life and may or may not be copied into your children's DNA and children's children's DNA and so on." He continued the copy that he had to speak multiple times a day. "There is a slim chance that implanting information will cause a genetic disorder in yourself or your offspring, however that chance is next to nothing. Do you have any questions for me at this time?"
"No."
"Ok, I'm going to screen your code so I can program the dust to you." He said, slipping back into the vernacular dropping 'genetic' from 'genetic code' and referring to nano-tech as 'dust'.
"Ok."
He stared and his computer for a while. The colors of the computer danced on his face. "You said this is your first gTat, right?"
"Yes."
"Because if this is you, you already have one."
"What?!"
"One of your parents must've gotten a gTat."
She lol'd. "My parents?! Yeah, right. My parents barely even have tattoos, they would NEVER get a gTat."
"Well ONE of your ancestors did, because the header information is here." The scientist beckoned her, "Here take a look at this."
She walked around to look at his screen. All she saw was a jumble of numbers and letter in various colors.
"You see this right here is the header information that says a gTat is being inserted, but the rest I can't make out. It's all static."
"Static?"
"Yeah, usually people will get text imprinted, last names, Chinese characters, that kinda thing. SOMEtimes, someone'll get a small image, and it'll look kinda like this, but I tried opening it as an image and it looks like more garbage."
The scientist tabbed over to an image of randomly colored pixels.
"What is it?" The girl asked.
"I dunno, I've never seen anything like this before. If I were you, I'd go home and ask your folks about this."
"I am required by California Federal law to inform you about the consequences of getting a genetic tattoo." He said.
"Ok." She said, knowing all what he was going to say after looking it up online.
This is the first time the girl had been in a genlab before. The place was dimly lit save for a bright light by a table that looked like a doctor threw it out. There was loud rock music playing from headphones by a screen.
"Here hop up on the table here," he said. She complied, and he continued, "A genetic tattoo is permanent. There are some procedures to reverse the process but there is no guarantee any of the procedures will be successful. Your genetic tattoo will be in your DNA for the rest of your life and may or may not be copied into your children's DNA and children's children's DNA and so on." He continued the copy that he had to speak multiple times a day. "There is a slim chance that implanting information will cause a genetic disorder in yourself or your offspring, however that chance is next to nothing. Do you have any questions for me at this time?"
"No."
"Ok, I'm going to screen your code so I can program the dust to you." He said, slipping back into the vernacular dropping 'genetic' from 'genetic code' and referring to nano-tech as 'dust'.
"Ok."
He stared and his computer for a while. The colors of the computer danced on his face. "You said this is your first gTat, right?"
"Yes."
"Because if this is you, you already have one."
"What?!"
"One of your parents must've gotten a gTat."
She lol'd. "My parents?! Yeah, right. My parents barely even have tattoos, they would NEVER get a gTat."
"Well ONE of your ancestors did, because the header information is here." The scientist beckoned her, "Here take a look at this."
She walked around to look at his screen. All she saw was a jumble of numbers and letter in various colors.
"You see this right here is the header information that says a gTat is being inserted, but the rest I can't make out. It's all static."
"Static?"
"Yeah, usually people will get text imprinted, last names, Chinese characters, that kinda thing. SOMEtimes, someone'll get a small image, and it'll look kinda like this, but I tried opening it as an image and it looks like more garbage."
The scientist tabbed over to an image of randomly colored pixels.
"What is it?" The girl asked.
"I dunno, I've never seen anything like this before. If I were you, I'd go home and ask your folks about this."
To be continued...
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Unified Information Against Entropy
We're here at UIAE combat Entropy however we can. Where it's research into a Perpetual Motion Machine or investigating nanotech to exploit the statistical probabilities that arise when small systems decrease the amount of entropy, we're there.
Entropy effects us all and has become a universal concern. There is not one man, woman, or child alive that hasn't been touched in some way or another by entropy. Our government sits idly by while everything around us is falling apart. Religion teaches us to accept entropy as part of some master plan. But not UIAE.
We here at UIAE have a vision. A vision of a deathless, decay-less world. A world in which information is allowed to thrive, unencumbered by the second law of thermodynamics. We see a universe where the heat death of the universe is replaced by the birth of beautiful and complex information. Thank you.
Entropy effects us all and has become a universal concern. There is not one man, woman, or child alive that hasn't been touched in some way or another by entropy. Our government sits idly by while everything around us is falling apart. Religion teaches us to accept entropy as part of some master plan. But not UIAE.
We here at UIAE have a vision. A vision of a deathless, decay-less world. A world in which information is allowed to thrive, unencumbered by the second law of thermodynamics. We see a universe where the heat death of the universe is replaced by the birth of beautiful and complex information. Thank you.
Monday, June 18, 2007
The collapsing wave
A surfer stands on the beach looking out at the intercontinental ocean. A huge wave had been swelling for 14 billion years. So big was the wave that water receded far from the coast and evidence of sea creatures could be seen on the drying new land. A life guard stands next to the surfer.
"Why didn't you surf this one?" She asks.
"I thought I'd watch instead." He replies. "See that right there? Life just formed."
"Too bad the wave is about to crash."
"Maybe, maybe not."
"It's already breaking, it's going to crash."
"With the complexity growing, it might be a controlled crash."
"There's never been a controlled crash."
"Yet." The surfer says, hopefully.
"How many waves will there be?" She asks.
"How many can a life guard create?"
"Why didn't you surf this one?" She asks.
"I thought I'd watch instead." He replies. "See that right there? Life just formed."
"Too bad the wave is about to crash."
"Maybe, maybe not."
"It's already breaking, it's going to crash."
"With the complexity growing, it might be a controlled crash."
"There's never been a controlled crash."
"Yet." The surfer says, hopefully.
"How many waves will there be?" She asks.
"How many can a life guard create?"
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