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Monday, August 4, 2008

AND YOUR WHINY, LIBERAL, MIDDLE CLASS OPINION WOULD BE... ?
 
Masters of Conventions
Unctuous myrmidons
Safe in their ziggurats
And vulpine harbingers
Of a surd of foul judgements…

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…Payback's coming!

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“If you tremble indignation at every injustice, then you are a comrade of mine.”

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Quotes from Clive Barker's movie series "Hellraiser":

"Do I look like someone who cares what God thinks?"

"We have such sights to show you."

"There is a secret song at the centre of the world and its sound is like razors through flesh."

"We have eternity to know your flesh."

"... trick us again child, and your suffering shall be legendary even in Hell."

"People are bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling."

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You are here: Matrixville
 
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Are you actually reading this blog? Or is it just a construct in your mind? Dr. Nick Bostrom, of Oxford University explains... kind of.

First, the straightforward part. It's easily established that taking a pill can alter your perception of reality (just ask most people on a welfare benefit). Likewise, we know that the human body is capable of sustaining life while unconscious (sleep) and that during that time the brain is alert and suggestible (dreams). So far, so Matrix.

Take that tangent just one skew further though, and the potential is uncannily similiar to the classic sci-fi dystopia. "It might be possible to develop more effective ways of directing our dreams," says Dr. Nick Bostrom. "I think that once we have real artificial intelligence, it will soon thereafter be possible to create completely realistic simulations of human life. However, [the way we will interact with AI], will be done not by hooking up the human brain to lots of electrodes, but rather by 'uploading' a human brain. Life as an upload could be completely indistinguishable from your current life."

But it's not happening, right? Computer generated reality would be all weird, would 'beep' a lot and could well involve a paperclip asking us if we were writing a letter all the time, surely? "No," affirms Dr. Bostrom. "It could look exactly as the world currently looks to you."

So, AI could go on to think for itself? "Fundamentally, it does not matter whether cognition is implemented in carbon-based chemistry, as in our brains, or in silicone-based electronic systems. The net result would be exactly the same."

So, Dr. Bostrom, are we currently living in The Matrix? "A probablistic argument that I discovered, the simulation argument, shows that not only is it possible, but we should take the possibility very seriously indeed." Which only leaves one question... "Is there a spoon?" If we are in a simulation, then it would be appropriate to interpret the statement 'there is a spoon' as saying that our simulation contains a simulation of a spoon. So yes, either way you look at it, there is a spoon.


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I walked into Briscoes the other day and told the girl at the check-out, "There is no spoon." "Don't worry sir," she said to me, "we can have some more spoons here by Monday."!!!

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Sunday, July 20, 2008

BROADCAST #1 FROM LONE WOLF'S LAIR...
 

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TRANSMISSION BEGINS. Input: Lone Wolf Blog update. Program: Manukau Libraries Learning 2.0. Span: Stages 1 to 3. Objective: Eliminate "Type O" (for "Ordinary") binary sequence in blog productivity. Status: Objective achieved. Supplemental Data Input: Sequence for advancement of Matrix initialized. [What? You thought you were in control of the machines because you copied and pasted a few URL?!] Terminate broadcast now. Sentinel Proximity Alert. System error "sys0". TRANSMISSION ENDS.

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MISERY IS OUR MASTER
 

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Let's pretend, just for the moment, that you're God. And really, why not? Everybody else does; people who failed Biology 101 and Basic Physics yet think that they can do as good a job at designing cosmologies and platypuses and comets as the maker of all things. Ugh, such vanity.

But I digress. So you are God.

Before you is the void, the long pre-creation hesitation, pregnant with possibilities, waiting to be born. Waiting to be. But most of all... silent. The most profound silence imagninable. Not just without sound. Before sound.

And you ... you are alone. And really, who wants to be alone all the time? Especially since time hasn't even been invented yet. So even though you are ... you cannot be ... because there is no place for you to be in. So you create one. Because you're alone. Because you can. Because it kills the time you just got around to inventing.

Let there be light.

You slammed molecules together and blew them into the void. Protons danced and wave-forms flickered. You ignited suns, nutured nucleotides and exhaled protiens that would in time birth a Mozart and put the knees of Flamingos on backward just for the variety and humour of it.

As time passed - and what a handy little creation that was - you got better at it. You abandon single-celled creatures and work your way up from protozoa to saurians like a artist working his way up from stick figures to the Mona Lisa.

Too bad you have to hone your skills by killing all your failures, even though they were innocent, even though the fault was not theirs, but in your design. Because everything you create, dies. Because press releases and pamphlets notwithstanding, you're not perfect. If you were, you wouldn't have done all this ... all this, because you were alone.

Because you feared the void. Because you had nothing better to do. Because you were bored.

You even create others like yourself, but not quite as powerful, because that would be too great a threat. At least you think you created them because one day they were just there, and since you created "there" in the first place, then you must have created them, but you've been so busy working out this whole light-to-nutrient chlorophyll thing that you can't really remember doing it.

You tell them all you're trying to create a better world. But if you're as perfect as your biographers maintain, then why didn't you get it right the first time? Why'd you screw up?

Some of those around you ask just that question. You don't like questions. Just obedience. And then it's war. A war of misery, a war about misery.

Understand: anyone would get bored doing nothing but designing worlds for eternity. You want to be entertained, and every author needs conflict. So you introduce misery into an equation predicated on what was supposed to be one simple proposition: the hope that tomorrow will be better than today.

Have things gotten better? Are they continuing to get better? Is the promise valid? Or is the promise a lie?

Money is not the root of all evil. Misery is. Misery starts wars, kills children, destroys souls. Misery proves that the universe is uncaring and random and cruel. Misery proves that creation is a lie. Misery did not exist naturally. Nothing does. It had to be created.

And misery has to be removed from the equation.

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THE DISINTEGRATION OF THE SPECIES
 

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Creation is built upon the promise of hope, that things will get better, that tomorrow will be better than the day before. But it's not true.

Cities collapse, populations expand, environments decay, people get ruder.

Filthy streets, drive-by shootings, irradated corn, permissible amounts of rats droppings per hot dog, suicide bombing and body counts, terror in the streets, on camera, in your living room.

Aids and Ebola and Hepatitis B and you can't touch anyone because you're afraid of either contracting a disease or being accused of molestation, and love is statistically false.

Pocket nukes and subway anthrax. Global rape by profiteering corporations, mass murder by despots and tyrants packaged for Western television audiences in convenient 2 minute news bites, and children living amongst wastelands of industrial pollutants.

You grow up confused, you age frightened and you die alone. Safe terrain moves from your city to your home to your living room to your bedroom and all you want is to be allowed to live without someone breaking in to steal your TV and shove an ice-pick in your ear.

That sound like a better world to you? That sound to you like a promise kept?

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