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A scent of ascent--
the breach of emergence.
Secret secretion
of Con & Di vergence.
A shift.
Reemergence.
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Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 11:47 AM UTC
*"And now--
every now--
I Am Here.
And now,
every now and then,
I am.
Here & Now
Every now and then,
I am here and now."*
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
... and all of Life's questions were set to be answered, from "Why are we here?" and "Why should we care?" to "Why don't he love me?" and "What should I wear?" and
"Where is my father?" and
"Can I kiss my daughter?" and
"What does it matter?"
"Flannel or Mod?" and
"What about God?"
"Meat on a stick? or Shish Kabob?"
and
"Free Will or Fate?"
and
"Do you think of me when you ********** and
"Is Santa for real?"
and
"What does love feel--"
"Like this or like that?"
"Do I really look fat?"
"Do u thnk its gonna b bettr than the 1st one??" "When Atheists go to court, do they have to swear on the bible?" "Is it legal to travel down a road in reverse, as long as your following the direction traversed?" "Where do u see urselvef in 5 yrs?"
"what's the most embarrasing thing that has happened to you?" "Why are the best looking things the most deadly?""What does i.e. stand for?" "How do you know when you fall in love?"" If ghosts can float, why do they waste their time walking around?"
"Why am I still in the bed?" "Why would u get pregnant by a dude that doesn't take care of the kids he already have?""Why do ppl Cheat ?"
"Did u really love me or u just lied???" " whats the point of tryin anymore if u tried so hard in the past and nuttin happened?" "why is the sky blue?"?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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Age old wives' tales,
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prophecies,
judgement day--
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The Human Symphony
of doubt and faith,
with crescendos of hope now played, ?
as the moments of our naive darkness
Tick
Tock
slip, slide
&
fade
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The greatest accomplishment of humankind took the stage just
past 11:59, New Years Eve 2099 !
The first and only of its kind,
Born from the Hope and Ingenuity
of
The Great Recession Generation--
Whose Change and "Deviation" gave birth
to
The Artificial Assimilation Generation--
Whose Instant Omniscience created
the
Automation Generation, whose lack of challenge
Evolved into the Great Stimulation Generation--
dependent upon emotional simulation
for spiritual mental and human validation.
A
Civilization whose foundations were pillars
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the perfect shambles of a custom built artificial
life.
Intelligent saturation, automation, assimilitation-- the cries of ************
nothin' but digital elation!
No
more
Heroes--
Tears
of
Nero.
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Thursday December 31, 2099
23:59:31 A time of ever present
☼ 42° Knowledge
Aged 25 years 12 days
Heart Rate 154 bmp
Daily Caloric Intake
1660.079/1830.15
Calorie Buffer
170.071
Personal Headlines
*"First Artificial and Visceral Intelligence
To Be Unveiled @ Midnight"*
"First we were meat. After, sentient meat. Then self aware meat.
As such, manipulative meat. Adaptive meat. Rotting meat. Limbo Meat.
Then came awareness of spirit.
Freedom from the mortal meat,
Via a mastering of its meaty concepts.
We became one in the same; spirit and meat.
Held mirrors to one another, reflected our dreams.
Shared sense of Being.
Then meat met metal, plastic and graphene--
Testing the infinite ways to give birth to Life.
And we did.
We called our first child Artificial--
afraid for our mortality.
Yet called it intelligent in its ability.
A selfish denial of a miraculous act.
The question was inevitable,
'If knowledge is infinite, and
intelligence is the capacity to acquire knowledge,
Would we call such a pursuit, of intellectual Life, "Artificial"?'
'If God is infinite, and
Non-visible, non-provable,
Would we call a pursuit for such a source of Life, "Artificial"? In vain?'
'Is this not Life before us existing in the shape of electrically charged plastic? Entities that observe and react to their environment, is that any more artificial than a man?'
Emotion. One word, and the intellectuals were silenced....
Emotion.
Meat knows emotion.
Our meat has been stimulated and shaped by
pain and joy.
Machine knows only causation, not visceral relation.
Visceral. One word, and the intellectuals were aroused.
Visceral.
A machine's viscera lies within its programming, its sense of being.
Meat's viscera lies within its program to survive (food, sexuality), its sense of being.
"If a program can understand environment and its relation to that environment, it may be able to approximate a sensation to a high level of accuracy based on temperature, humidity, and whether or not that environment is detrimental to its functioning hardware, and thereby make a statistical decision as to where to move next. It may interpret sound as obtrusive or melodic based on input sensitivity. But creating hardware with central parts is counter-intuitive to information flow-- which is of paramount importance, far above form.
However, the nano-sized 'cloud' hardware used in this new "form", will have sensors by the trillions. Examining its environment-- functioning as One, Creating a field-- a floating specter of the collective human mind. Where its understanding of history is both objective and subjective (given of course the established norm of a non-private society).
The most important factor, is its relation to us... Meat. That comes with empathy, compassion. If it can understand basic weather, terrain, and statistics, it can understand basic human survival challenges and its solutions. If it can hold all of the information past and present, circumstantial factors of old and new, would it not have a more clear perspective of our human state of being? Would it not be our most reflective mirror? Would it not have some visceral answers? Would it not be an awareness of Spirit? Spirit meaning by definition: the principle of conscious life; the specter or trace of existence."
At last the intellectuals gave themselves a centennial deadline. Blood sweat and tears of a generation upon a generation...
'We are calling her Aavi.' they said early in December.
"Artificial and Visceral Intelligence.
So, The World listened...
" A Computer Will Reveal Our Greatest Secrets" were they laymen headlines.
"Artificial and Visceral Intelligence with the Free Will to pursue anything." for the Romantic readers
Either way-- meat or metal-- it comes down
to Choice.
Choice, based upon instinct
and reason--
Until now an option reserved only for Man.
What will our greatest achievement say about its creator?
(feel here for list of sources)
23:59:50 Countdown
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC
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*An abstraction of Life
Black & White
Off-Center Right
In two dimensions--
Into Dimensions--
In Ultra-Sound*
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*Heart of Light;
Soothing sight
Rhythmically bright.
A Light-Hearted presence,
Budding essence....
Intention unwound*
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
*[Note: Subject X's accounts contain no record of a proper name.
The following is Subject X's first entry and is believed to have been written shortly after the Time Anomaly began]*
A Full Stop?
It's all been suspended... The birds, the deer, the breeze... All of life in animate suspense... except for us, the people...
On April 18th 1955, as best as can be described, time itself-- the fundamental instrument of evolution and Life-- stopped. At exactly 7:20 am, as per the Clocktower at the end of main street. As per the pocket watch in my hand. As per the alarm clock upon my nightstand. As per the humming birds suspended mid flight in my front garden.
All of nature, still...
Have we come to a "Full Stop"?
Ask me how long it's been... ask me.
It feels as though it's been a few "days". The only indicator I have of this, is the panic spreading rapidly across town.
"Frankie's kid just dropped dead. Running track. The kid was in better shape than "Mickey" Hargitay. Collapsed halfway through his 4th lap... Nothing but skin and bones, they found. Barely a body-- you would have thought it was an old man.", told stories of high crass.
"My mother passed last night... she walked... She walked and aged a week with every step.... too weak to barely speak, she whispered, 'Here.'
After 2,600 steps the bony woman clinging to my arm-- my own flesh and bone, my creator--
laid to rest." , told stories of elegance.
As for me...
The only time I know is written on my face...
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
*[Note: Not one of Subject B's 17,891 journal entries found
mention anything about Why Time itself had stopped.
Refer to Subject X's Archival Journal: Chapter 16
Science of an Improbability (pages 356- 387) for further research]*
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February 14th, 1955
Dear Dr. Einstein,
What's up Doc? I decided it's Valentine's Day. Unequivocally! And it's a Saturday! Saturdays are my absolute relative favorite. Always have been, I think...
See, up until "yesterday" I thought it might have been almost a year since the whole time thing. I look older, that's for sure. Measured myself up on the kitchen notches and I'm just about as tall as Derrick was when he was 13-- which isn't much, we're a short family. Dad topped-off at 5' 7" and was super lucky to find my mom. She was 5' 7" as well but hated heels. Anyway, though, it could be less than a year. It gets really confusing with the sun always in the same spot, which is why I decided it's Valentine's Day. And it's Saturday! I've already cut a picture of Howdy Doody and put it on the TV.
Okay Doc, that's all. Just wanted to wish you a Happy Valentine's Day. Might move my bed up to the attic to get a better view of the everlasting day.
Sincerely,
Robbie Wilson
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC
Life and non-Life are part of a system-- a "system-like" system, but one nonetheless.
Where Entropy's that which is hidden from us--
and Information without meaning is total chaos.
But hold.
Poets, Bards & Thieves.
Of shame, of game, of blame, they speak
of secrets on the leaves.
In more or less a drunken mess, their simmered shimmered consciousness
could barely rarely quite express what causes them to grieve.
After some hesitation and liquid persuasion, the only collusion this final conclusion:
*Pain is entropic; Extra-sensory stimulation
received as distortion via sensory limitations--
Confusing the mind refusing the signs, forcing us to shutter the blinds.
But what is behind? Unveil pain's curtain and what do we find?
Contextualisation, possible causation-- Mind-Body integration without hesitation--
palpable, abstract Information dissemination!*
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
aligned Thought;
cowardice unWound.
see red I's
vying to exiSt.
feel The fear
excrEting;
Defeating...
_____________________ mind...
swallow seedS of serenity,
hedge of hope around the Pain as
I
remainN
Enslaved
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
Magnetic sounds abound, reboundandresoundinglyastound within the
subsonic harmonic;
a melodic tonic sprung from the atomic phonic fountain of uncertain sonic frolic.
WWWRRROOOSSSH WWWRRROOOSSSH
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Eclectic echoes from beyond
A name.... of fame? A Dame? A Dane? A dum, Ba-dump? Once slain? Ordained? Ashamed?
Lifetimes spilling......
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Memories
.
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..
....
filling,
nought thought.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
Dear Love,
How dare you? Keeping me in the dark for so long... Blinding me with expectations, toying with my Ego, leaving me to fend off Fear-- and all for what? So I could grow? So I could see beyond this world of illusion-- beyond the farce of fame, the unending stroke of Time, the loneliness of pain, the screeching void of darkness? How dare you?
How dare you break the comfort of the weak man I'd learned to be? Stripping off the habits from my body-- only to send them back in a tighter, sexier dress. Replacing the sweet nectar of oblivion with the sweeter taste of empty knowledge. Giving me false hope so I could see hope as false... How dare you give me life and just as swiftly take it back?
How dare you test my patience, bow my will and give me faith? Making me responsible for my body, mind & soul-- granting wishes long enough to see them turn to dust. And all for what? So I could learn? So I could fall? So I could stand, so I could fall?
As if your endless tide of giving and retrieving, over thousands of lives, could make me be like you. As if your never-ending understanding could ever make me bloom. As if by every test of strength you've sent, has been to know me true. As if by pain you'd see me gain a wisdom, such as you....
Love,
Damian
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 11:38 AM UTC