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The Last Question

84adam | January 16, 2010 in Prose | Comments (0)

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The Last Question by Isaac Asimov — © 1956

The last question was asked for the first time, half in jest, on May 21, 2061, at a time when humanity first stepped into the light. The question came about as a result of a five dollar bet over highballs, and it happened this way:

Alexander Adell and Bertram Lupov were two of the faithful attendants of Multivac. As well as any human beings could, they knew what lay behind the cold, clicking, flashing face — miles and miles of face — of that giant computer. They had at least a vague notion of the general plan of relays and circuits that had long since grown past the point where any single human could possibly have a firm grasp of the whole.

Multivac was self-adjusting and self-correcting. It had to be, for nothing human could adjust and correct it quickly enough or even adequately enough — so Adell and Lupov attended the monstrous giant only lightly and superficially, yet as well as any men could. They fed it data, adjusted questions to its needs and translated the answers that were issued. Certainly they, and all others like them, were fully entitled to share in the glory that was Multivac’s.

For decades, Multivac had helped design the ships and plot the trajectories that enabled man to reach the Moon, Mars, and Venus, but past that, Earth’s poor resources could not support the ships. Too much energy was needed for the long trips. Earth exploited its coal and uranium with increasing efficiency, but there was only so much of both.

But slowly Multivac learned enough to answer deeper questions more fundamentally, and on May 14, 2061, what had been theory, became fact.

The energy of the sun was stored, converted, and utilized directly on a planet-wide scale. All Earth turned off its burning coal, its fissioning uranium, and flipped the switch that connected all of it to a small station, one mile in diameter, circling the Earth at half the distance of the Moon. All Earth ran by invisible beams of sunpower.

Seven days had not sufficed to dim the glory of it and Adell and Lupov finally managed to escape from the public function, and to meet in quiet where no one would think of looking for them, in the deserted underground chambers, where portions of the mighty buried body of Multivac showed. Unattended, idling, sorting data with contented lazy clickings, Multivac, too, had earned its vacation and the boys appreciated that. They had no intention, originally, of disturbing it.

They had brought a bottle with them, and their only concern at the moment was to relax in the company of each other and the bottle.

“It’s amazing when you think of it,” said Adell. His broad face had lines of weariness in it, and he stirred his drink slowly with a glass rod, watching the cubes of ice slur clumsily about. “All the energy we can possibly ever use for free. Enough energy, if we wanted to draw on it, to melt all Earth into a big drop of impure liquid iron, and still never miss the energy so used. All the energy we could ever use, forever and forever and forever.”

Lupov cocked his head sideways. He had a trick of doing that when he wanted to be contrary, and he wanted to be contrary now, partly because he had had to carry the ice and glassware. “Not forever,” he said.

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Unwriting the Nonexistent

84adam | January 9, 2010 in Art, Prose, Video | Comments (0)

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It’s all newness. It’s all new.
Every letter of this sentence.
Every breath inhaled – what of any of this has happened before?

And is this significant?
Yes. But only when lived as newness.

When newness itself is lived it all gains meaning;
it all has to be new, because nothing is allowed to be old.
And yet our all-too-powerful brains jump to nonexistent past and future times,
all unreal, jumping simply because they can.

Whatever you have to do, make it real,
cause there’s no time but this one – and it’s never happened before.
And as soon as it’s over,
it didn’t.

So put that in your pipe and smoke it:

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This Is About the Right Width

84adam | December 13, 2009 in Prose | Comments (0)

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It’s a deeper level of introspection
that is needed
for to know oneself, is to know all others
and to know oneself completely
is to know all others completely too.

This space
inside
is full of willpower and life
and it directs your soul-power and influence
your soul-power
known by many other names, truth
belongs to you
but you have to claim it
first
you have to claim it
and then never force it
to do your bidding.

Why because when it’s *your* bidding
it is not ours
but when it’s us
and ours
then it *means* something
and in an absurd kind of way
after that, the meaning
the answer, eludes me.

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6-word stories

84adam | November 15, 2009 in Prose | Comments (1)

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“Tokyo. Two seconds late. Train gone.”

“Adana. Station closed; politicians drive cars.”

“Seattle. No station. Commute from suburbs.”

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Novel Combinations

84adam | November 10, 2009 in Humor | Comments (2)

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I’m a neologist. So I love making new words out of old dried up ones. Take spork for example. This one’s been around for awhile, but people still love to mention it wherever and whenever a controversy over cutlery comes up.

Here I present you my TOP 10 Most Recent Combinovelties. You can try it too. No need to follow my pattern. Just do whatever sounds good. I have to say entry #3 “HUNGRIRED” doesn’t roll off the tongue too smoothly, but if you’re a nerd like me it’s quite polikely you’ll digg a few of these other newfastic words:

#1 – POLIGIOUS
Religious + political = poligious, as in “Can we create a satirical film that combines all the most poligious movies?”spork

#2 – SPIROLITICAL
Spiritual + political = spirolitical, as in “Buddhist anarchists look for spirolitical solutions to amoral systems.”

#3 – HUNGRIRED
Hungry + tired = hungrired, as in “But coach, I’m so hungrired.”

#4 – FLIERED
Full + tired = fliered, as in “Food coma.”
“Dido, I’m fliered.”

#5 – POLIKELY
Likely + possible = polikely, as in “The forecast for Mt. Everest tomorrow: Snow is polikely.”

#6 – POSSUNKELY
Unlikely + possible = possunkely, as in “Possums wearing pants post-partem is pretty possunkely, pal.”

#7 – LARGITING
Large + exciting = largiting, as in the Burj Dubai.

#8 – EXSMALTING
Small + exciting = exsmalting, as in “I’m so exsmalted about the new iPhone 4GS. But the thought of jailbreaking it is even more exsmalting.”

#9 – FOLDASTIC
Old + fantastic = foldastic, as in “Look at this antique origami praying mantis I found. It’s foldastic!”

#10 – NEWFASTIC
New + fantastic = newfastic, as in “I’m a neologist; all these newfastic words are gonna give me a braingasm!”

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BONUS #11 – SORRIBLE
Horrible + simple = sorrible, as in “Pleasing neologists is sorrible work, indeed, but the nerd rapture is coming, so I better get used to it.”

BONUS #12 – GRIMPLE
Great + simple = grimple, as in “It would really be grimple if you could add a few combinovelties yourself in the comments!!”

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Don’t Escape So Fast

84adam | October 18, 2009 in Prose | Comments (0)

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Universe got you down?
First bring some grace to your mind.
With this, ironically, grace to others is simultaneous.

A nicely shaped concept, attainable but perhaps unsustainable.
So slow maintenance soothes.

Say to yourself: This is what I want — cosmic comfort.

Tao friends unite, eat grapes, and be merry.
Otherwise this wine will turn to vinegar.

The sky is flat and beautiful.
The mind weak and excitable.
Life is short and stressful,
but not necessarily so, you see…

Venus is watching, as is Mars
And while, in your mind, the Earth may be one pixel,
You are without a doubt only one pixel in Earth’s.
Always remember that.

You are but one processing unit.
And yet you have a place.
One pixel in the screen.
So don’t muck it up.
Don’t leave your block burnt up looking like another rock;
It’s not so aesthetically pleasing.

What is pleasing, however,
is the gradual recoloring of your transcendental neighborhood.
For this you will need some basic self-affirmations:

I am a human and I own my life.
I create reality but am linked to everything.
Just and peaceful turns of the mind do not only benefit me.

The usual suspects of confusion, anger, apathy, and grief,
These guys can be allies;
They have scoped out the terrain.
Listen and learn how to proceed from them.
Their language is one of ugly sounds with beautiful meanings.

Delay their negation.
Immeasurably it pays off.
Don’t escape so fast.
You have to know what you are running from.

When you next update your reality, please install these files.
The desktop will take on a whole new look.
Because perception is reality; i.e. WYSIWYG,
What you (choose to) see is what you get.

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Don’t Neglect to Direct When You Act

84adam | May 24, 2009 in Prose | Comments (0)

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Happiness is a process that you continue to change,
in fact, you never use the same process twice.
All processes are defined by brain context,
which is defined by environmental and metacognitive context.

But is this all predefined by something beyond physical determinism?

That would be, in a word, mind.

Mind determines happiness in relation to brain context,
which is in relation to physical and metacognitive contexts.

In fact, it is your mind that sets the variables.
So much happens unconsciously,
it is difficult to track it all.
It must be felt and responded to as if in a movie.
One must imagine being in a movie that must continue to be entertaining for all those that are watching and acting in it.

It must be good for all players,
so it is your job to act your part,
whatever that may be,
and hope that you are allowed to move onto the next scene,
in which you are the star of the show.

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3 Line Story

84adam | May 3, 2009 in Prose | Comments (0)

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I once tried to write a short story. It was a three-line dialog about a trip a long time ago that these two dudes went on. It went something like this:

“19 miles to midnight.”
“What?”
“Ok, 18.8.”

The only problem was it was too long. I needed a short story, and fast. Two lines would have been nice, but I couldn’t compact the interaction into such a small dialectal space. Surely I had to reverse my thinking and add a line. So I tried it with four:

“How much further, Jim?”
“19 miles.”
“19 miles to midnight…”
“Well, 18.8 to be exact.”

Unfortunately, it lacked a convincing conclusion. How would the story end? Would the passenger fall silent in satisfaction at the respecified 18.8-mile reply, or would there take place some kind of conflict at that? A discreet critique of Jim’s need to speak accurately perhaps? It certainly needed something — either a resolution or dissolution; at this point it was exceedingly flat. But nothing was coming to me…

At some point about a week later on it struck me to limit myself to three lines, as I had originally intended to do, but to sneak in a whole new character as well. So then I had Jim, the driver, the curious cat (to be known as ‘Frederíco’), and another whom I called ‘the old author’, a retired novelist. It went a little something like this:

“Man, I bet it would take you a month if you were gonna hike it.”, said Frederíco, trying with false appreciation to mask what was really impatience.
Jim gave a flat driver’s-grunt and laid out his ETA: “19 more miles to midnight, folks.”
The old author gazed out at the dim rolling dunes and chimed in to keep everyone aware of the stars that would spin and said: “Look!”

At least now the readers could grin knowing that: even outside of his books can the retired novelist write a new fact. And so, from the muse, it was this story I took.

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Old Dream in a New Package

84adam | April 12, 2009 in Prose | Comments (0)

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As long as I am here, there’s a few things I’d like to do. First of all, the world should know I am a human mortal. I’m pretty sure I’ll stay this way, but one can never be completely certain; things change and science is moving forward with haste; more and more humans are fusing with machines and machines need not die. But as for me, I am very human in my desires: I wish to live a long and healthy life, and machines will definitely help me do it.

On one leg of this journey, I know I will have to swim through a sea of rust. Then I can throw some kind of raft together. Then I’ll link arms with a few allies, connect my raft to theirs, and stay afloat. Finally, together, we’ll build a castle of a refuge.

This dream of peace I dream of often. If only it were easy… But a world of dreamers will make it inevitable. Us humans have a duty to dream, so dream we will. Let our lives be like rivers winding, rivers both wide and deep. Let us dream deep to live long, and live long to dream deep.

Returning to these ‘peace rafts’ — What are they anyway? And this ‘sea of rust’ I neglect to describe? Well, since you’re still here, I’ll let you in on a little secret…

The sea of rust is a mess of misinformation, half-truths, pseudoscience, and out-of-date machines. It is the obsolete technology, and the knowledge made irrelevant by the steady march of time. How I figure, if we’re to advance as a species, we’ll have to push past huge heaps of glittering garbage in order to get to the golden goods, the epitomes of intelligence, and the truly workable ‘fountains of youth’ (peace rafts).

How can this be done?

To start, we will attack from all sides the seven aging mechanisms that run down our bodies and plague our species:

  1. Loss and atrophy of cells
  2. Accumulation of unnecessary cells
  3. Chromosomal mutation
  4. Mitochondrial mutation
  5. Intracellular junk
  6. Extracellular junk
  7. Cross-links in extracellular proteins

Next, we chip away at the Monolith of Intelligence. Our goal: Understand the thinking and behavior of machines, mice, and men.

Third, combine a few of the following disciplines as needed:

  • Psychology and programming
  • A.I. with robotics
  • Nano with biotech
  • Android and cyborg relations

And while it may all have a comic ring to it still, remember: I am a young and imperfect human mortal. If this adds anything at all to my case, let it be the reproducibility of my concepts. I have reproduced my concepts here for you and they can certainly be improved upon. So I say build on it! Help the dream grow.

It’s true that I may have come to all these plausible things inaccurately. Nevertheless, you should know that we live in perilous times, and even if only in the sense that it is easy to get lost, the peril persists.

What I propose is a restful, soothing platform amidst a sea of confusion and noise. Surely you’ve been entertained – you’ve seen a lot of things being built, revamped, and destroyed – you’ve passed a lot of weary humans who had no time to see your soul. And do you not tire of the same old-caliber information and the package it rode in on?

Therefore, I propose the following:

  • Instant, free travel to far away lands, like that of…
  • A thriving terrain on a platform of bounty. This would of course include…
  • A tonic to cure what ails you and some endlessly replenishing feasts,
  • The company of many jolly fellows and high-quality allies,
  • Sunny weather, chirping birds, books and the hammocks in which to read them,
  • And a free pass to stay as long as you’d like.

Care to join me in the construction of such a platform? No? Ok, well, don’t take to the streets or anything…

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Just Ghosts

84adam | February 4, 2009 in Prose | Comments (0)

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JUST GHOSTS
To define Reality,
we must define Experience,
yet we must also define:
the Experiencer, Consciousness, Life, the Universe, etc.

WHAT IS REAL?
In one model of the Universe, 99.999% of all Matter is empty.
(Think hydrogen.)
A proton’s mass is mostly Energy.
(Look quantum.)
Normal Matter fills *only 5%* of the known space in the Universe.
Meaning we, the Experiencers,
can only directly grasp 5% of what exists materially.
And all of it is empty.
Because 9.999 = 10, just as 3.333 = 3.
(Think fractions, 1/3)

ABSURD LOGIC

Matter is both here and not here and we don’t know how or why.

WE ARE CHASING GHOSTS

Our Reality we generally define by what we sense:
Intuition, feelings, scent, touch, taste, sight, and sound.
A sense of Reality, Freedom, Truth, Justice,
Fashion, Compassion, Whatever.
All of these senses rely directly on the schema/ego of the Experiencer.
And we are able to process
only a small minority of what we are able to sense.
And some sense that they are free to believe anything,
because that is part of their schema.
A schema made up of everything processed during their life…

So, we come up with metaphors and diagrams and theories on
Life and Reality.
Taking, then, our constructs and descriptions and images
as
reality.
We tell it to ourselves, and it becomes true.

ABSURD LOGIC

Once in a while, reality comes knocking on the door.
You say, [ Hold on a sec! I'll be right there.
Gotta finish your diagram! ]
Or maybe your diagram is true…
Maybe it was reality knocking on its own door.

THIS TOO IS A GHOST

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