David Saxton Ullery


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#OccupyLiberty

Personally, I think a better plan would be the following:

Give a 700 billion dollar tax rebate (that should be around 3,500 each tax payer if there are now 200 million tax payers) with the following caveat:

You must immediately deposit your money into one or more banks or financial institutions for at least 6 months before spending. You may electronically transfer any amount at anytime during this period.

The institutions will compete for their piece of the 700 billion.
Let the bad loans fail or folks like Warren Buffet may buy them at highly discounted values.

Another consideration:

Place a freeze on the paper money supply for 6 months. They (the FED) may not print up anymore money during this period.

This would be a bailout for “main street not wall street”, so the Democrats should be happy. It is also a “free market solution”, so the Republicans should be happy.
In addition, the taxpayer will not lose any money, unless they make a very bad choice or take a very high risk with their $3,500 investments over the next 6 months.

The FED did a bad thing by making interest rates artificially low.

� anyway, just a thought.

FYI – interesting take on the whole thing:
http://mises.org/story/3131

http://mises.org/story/3132

http://mises.org/story/3332

Here is one more. … now that the stakes are even higher.

… I remember Ron Paul saying not too long ago that the numbers would be way higher before this was all through.  He is in touch with plenty of inside information on this.  He knows how the politicians cannot constrain themselves.

My feeling is that even Lord Keynes would be spinning in his grave by now.  How can a scientific, mathematical economic formula  possibly come close to working if there are polititians making decisions that are rather arbitrary.

Even Homer Simpson would have said “doh!” by now.  Politicians make me chuckle and they make me cry.  The well-intended ones must simply be stupid or have volunteered to remain ignorant.

Hello, My Name is Trevor Lick

A Short, Science Fiction Story

Version:3.4

Republished with New Finalized Ending!

Author: David Saxton Ullery

Session I

Counselor01A: [Generating default statement stream one->]

Please state your name, age, and place your right index finger on my screen as shown.

Hello. My name is Trevor Lick, and I am fifty three years old.

Counselor01A: [Parsing->client First Name-> concatenate after “Thank you”->Concatenate standard default phrase number two ->]

Thank you Trevor. What seems to be the problem?

I used to work as a nanotechnology engineering consultant – for over 29 years, but now I am out of work… it has been eleven weeks since my last pay check.

Counselor01A: [Processing->”used to work”, “has been”, <::>”last pay check” >::> since :: weeks = 11… -> Generating next statement stream ->]

“Please continue. What happened?”

My last time at work was well planned, yet crazy. I woke up at 4 AM, finished packing an airline carry-on roller bag with a couple days worth of clothing, tooth brush, mouthwash, shaver, the usual assorted everyday technologies, and put it in the trunk of my fully charged car along with my work bag containing my laptop workstation, remote access card and client ID badge…At the time, I was sleeping in the extra bedroom that serves as our guest room/office for me, so my wife did not ask any questions about the bag there.

Counselor01A: [Processing-> …. “last time at work”, “well planned”, <CONTINUED> packing, … CAR::<FULL  :: CHARGE> (plan ahead) -> client not working <::> => implication goal probable <::> client quit || decision abrupt Generating next statement stream ->]

“So you just abruptly quit without notice?”, the units spoke with a kindly voice, while its two tiny cameras seemed to be looking out of the box, up at Trevor.  Artificial olfactory and pheromone sensors silently turned on, focusing on the new client.

Trevor had never  seen an automated therapist before.  He was starting to enjoy it and was wondering about the programming. Of course he was quite sure it was connected to the Internet and must be communicating with other computers and state-of-the-art  neural networks at CyberCounsel

He had read it was all very bleeding edge stuff.  Trevor smiled.  This thing certainly seemed aware.  After all, It had passed the Standard Therapeutic Reformed Institute of  Counseling Turing Test (STRICT).  ‘Not to shabby”, Trevor thought.

The cost was a mere $29 per day, and his insurance covered it.  Trevor realized he needed some help.  He had not had counseling since the time he was forced to see a psychiatrist the summer after his high school graduation when he was seventeen.

Trevor had spent much of that summer high on one new experimental drug or another, and one day he took too many tablets, went unconscious for a day, and was discovered in his room by his mom and dad.  Trevor’s dad had spoken with a medical doctor friend and neighbor who advised him that he could not legally see his son without informing the police.  The neighbor told Trevor’s dad that his son must see a psychiatrist.

Trevor saw the psychiatrist for a few months.  During the second session, after the initial visit with Trevor and both of his parents, the psychiatrist advised Trevor that it was mostly the fault of his parents that he was having any problems.  Trevor never felt that way and began to wonder just a little on how competent this shrink really was. He recommended that Trevor read very unusual books, such as The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge. The book, and others by Carlos Castaneda seemed full of fascinating, yet psuedoscientific, religious tales and made Trevor feel as if he could find a new world out there if only he could try the peyote and discover how the world was connected through his “will” that was said to be located somewhere near the belly button.

About a year or two after Trevor stopped seeing the psychiatrist, his father knocked on Trevor’s bedroom door, peaked through, and informed Trevor that his former psychiatrist had committed suicide.  Trevor listened and shrugged, wondering if his dad could smell the stale bong, even though he was blowing the smoke out the window.

Trevor replied to the unit:

Yes, you got it!

At 5 AM, I arrived at the workroom I shared with my boss, plopped the workstation bag with the remote access card and client ID badge neatly tucked into the side pocket onto my ex-bosses desk, and swiftly got out, got back in my electric car and drove straight to Las Vegas. I was the first to arrive at the office, so nobody saw me.

That was my official notice to the company that humiliated me. Please note that in all my previous jobs, I either gave two-weeks written notice, or was laid off; but this particular consulting company’s “Owner’s Handbook” clearly stated that this was an acceptable leaving procedure, and there were no other alternatives listed.

Counselor01A: [Processing-> client “humiliated” <::> “by company” => FALSE <::> non <rational :: agency> <::> || action || required by || <rational agency> Generating next statement stream ->]

“You say you were humiliated … by the company?”, the unit responded with her calm, yet puzzled tone

Uh huh, let me explain…

About three weeks before, when I had sent an email to one of the co-owners of the company asking for additional income and complaining about co-workers, including my boss, the big man …the CEO …the co-owner… there are two co-owners … its a small, private company … he replied back to me, included my email, copied my boss and the other co-owner and stated:

“Trevor …, blah blah blah … we have spoken before about this … It is clearly outlined in the Employee Handbook that such matters are to be handled by your boss.”

So you see, I was merely following orders, albeit, in a manner most likely unexpected by he, my boss, or anyone at the client site. I followed this Employee Handbook’s clear statement:

“Both The Company and an Employee have a right to terminate the employment relationship at any time, with or without cause or notice.”

Counselor01A: […Generating next statement stream ->] <-<subprocess recursive loop> :: null thread detected <NULL process found> -> recovery process started -> REQUEST MORE ->

Generating next statement stream ->] -> recovery path found! Continue All Processes :: system recovery completed ]

“Oh? I don’t understand. Is there something more?”

Well … Um …

Counselor01A: [… Processing busy, generate default “continue phrase” :: -> Generating next statement stream ->]

“Please continue.”

In all fairness, I did notify orally to my boss a few weeks back that it was possible that I might have received another offer and did mention that I might leave after our next production release (he spoke with me in the company food court lounge just after I had been lectured by the other co-CEO and treated like a child) – I was humiliated – you see after reading the email – the other guy – Ronald set up a “mandatory” meeting by phone for the following Monday — the email was on Friday afternoon.

My boss seemed to follow me around and tag along with me whenever I went on lunch break, or got coffee or whatever.  I think he was lonely.  He wanted to be my buddy and my boss at the same time, but I was getting quite annoyed with him.

I tried to be nice to him….  I hated it whenever he put his hand on my shoulder, and said “hey buddy” – I felt like a little kid, or that he was trying to manipulate me or something … the feeling, whatever it was, was uncomfortable.  Salesmen at used car lots do that – they try to put their hand on your shoulder and be your buddy – I hate that! I don’t like being called “next guest” at a coffee shop, book store, or movie theater either.

Counselor01A: [ … ]

“Ok, but let’s …”

Trevor interrupted:

I am a customer god damn it. They should say “next customer please” – why can’t they say “next customer?”  It is not like we are all queued up so that the clerk can takes us out to lunch one-at-a-time, and its not like we are waiting to check into a hotel.  They are trying to manipulate us!

It’s the same with all these over priced mall shops with the loud music!  They are trying to manipulate us into paying too much for a damn shitty pair of jeans. It is impossible to think – our frontal lobes shut down when they play music with that loud, rapid beat.

What the heck are they …

Counselor01A: [… initiate interruption protocol ->]

“Trevor!” (the counselor unit interruption protocol resource triggered).

” We need to get back to the topic at hand here!  You certainly seem to connect everything to something else, but we can get back to that at a later session – please continue with your leaving your job.”

“That is not really a notification is it? What’s going on Trevor? Well, were you acting childish in your email? And don’t you feel that leaving a company in that way was not such a good plan?”

….and again humiliated during a company dinner by our Project Manager – Joe, this fat guy – he does terrible impressions of a Bronx ‘wise guy’, or something all the time… my boss laughs … I can tell it is kind of a fake, forced laugh … anyway, he relentlessly teased me about the email. All of this was because I had not followed my wonderful Employee Hand Book! I actually did have a tentative offer that fell through just a couple days later.

Counselor01A: […]

“Relentlessly teased? Perhaps he did not realize you were hurt by his remarks. Did you do or show anything? Facial expression perhaps? Were you laughing?”

Well, yes, I did laugh, because my boss and some of my co-workers were laughing as well. Let me explain some other stuff to you.

Counselor01A: […]

“Alright, go ahead. I will listen and process. Just tell me your story. Hopefully I will be able to help you with getting back on your feet again, so to speak.  Please try to stick to details directly related to your job situation.”

My boss had offered me five days compensation time off for after the Prod release – but then after the release came, the time off was put on hold – even though I was in dire need of a mental holiday – clearly and intuitively obvious to the most inexperienced observer. So I left one week after the production release of our new product to the client:

a highly intelligent, microscopic army of automobile monitoring and automatic repair bots. Most of the nanobots resemble microscopic ants. They crawl through the electric motors, tires, control center – some even inspect and repair dings in the paint job.

Counselor01A: [Saving: Trevor retains pride around his recent work; Trevor’s case is not hopeless, …,

Generating next statement stream ->]

“You seem to be changing the subject – shifting gears a little.  What prompted you to leave your job so abruptly?”

Let’s just say my boss and another couple co-workers were completely inept at their jobs, so I had to spend an additional thirteen hours-per-week just on fixing their mistakes for the past umpteen weeks! You will have to trust me on that, because this is my story and I am sticking to it.

Nearly every morning, I wake up thinking about my wife’s white, ceramic knifes that are in a drawer in our kitchen.

Counselor01A: [processing: Thirteen hours-per-week – possibly overworked – possibly exaggerating … seems to be telling the truth … knife … fixing mistakes … Change priority from job to possible suicide case -> notify SUICIDE resources ]

“What? Just thinking?”

I sometimes hate my life, but I do not like pain, so yeah …just thinking … but quite intense thinking.

While laying in bed, half needing to pee, yet pitching a bit of a tent, I think how easy it would be to take one of those ultra-sharp knives with me out to the back yard, sit on the row of tiles that I had set up a couple years ago, where a garden should be… This thought … about the knife … has been crossing my mind of and on for the last three years. Doing both wrists at a thirty-one degree angle very quickly, deeply, and swiftly should do the trick.

I, well … anyway, by the time I get up it seems not as bad usually.. and, uh yeah, my damn survival instinct always seems to persuade me otherwise.

Counselor01A: [ Processing -> Thirty-one degree angle? Thirteen hours-per-week? Store for later. No connection found. Why is this human so interested in Prime numbers?

The unit started up a spider program to search on “pitching a tent”, after analyzing and parsing the “pitching a bit of a tent” phrase:

Sex has high probability of a main issue, in spite of his anger with his former boss, the project manager, and the company owners. Not likely they are all such bad people. Garden? … ]

Trevor, noted the unit’s non-response and took it to mean he should continue:

The mess could easily be hosed down, and no one would see me in time, if I go around the corner – to the side of the house where I have several outdoor whitish-gray square brick tiles all lined up in two neat rows like a bench on the ground where a garden should be.

Counselor01A: [Processing-> subject concerned with clean up details after death? -> Save -> for later processing after session -> Generating next statement stream ->]

“So there seems to be quite a bit of detail in this ‘dark fantasy’ about your wife’s sharp knives. You are worried about the mess and yet you continuously think about those sharp, white knives … you mention they belong to your wife.”

Yeah.

On the other hand, it is just the latest of a series of dark fantasies that involuntarily intrude into my consciousness from time-to-time since I was around seventeen.

Lately, I seem to switch back to my optimistic self, after I hop into the shower, or if I simply go for a walk on a nice, sunny day.

Trevor started thinking about the psychiatrist again, when he was just seventeen, as well as the time when he was 23.  At twenty three, Trevor was visiting his parents.  After his parent’s went to sleep, he had started drinking a bottle of his dad’s bourbon, and then inhaling the nitrous oxide from a can of whipped cream that was in his parent’s refrigerator.  He even sucked the remaining liquid whipping cream out of the can as if it were a baby bottle. Trevor Lick loved the ultra-sweet, thick creamy taste and hated waste (his mom and dad used to always tell him to clean his plate – Trevor is now 30 pounds overweight) .

Trevor had  suddenly decided (he quite often spontaneously decided to do this or that) that he would go see a blues rock band at a bar about twenty miles from his parent’s house, so he stole a twenty and took the car keys from his mom’s purse while his parent’s were sleeping. Trevor drove away from his parent’s house and down the road at a recklessly high speed.  He loved the blues to be real loud when he was alone and wasted.  The slow beat, the bending electric guitar A note, the relentless bass, and beer.

During Trevor’s drive, he decided it would be fun to drive down the left side of the road for a while, since there were no cars on the road this late at night in this small town.  Next, Trevor decided to ride completely off to the side of the road; off onto the shoulder.   He had crazy thoughts flowing through his brain like a whirl wind of thought fragments. Very soon he began thinking of ending his life – again the thought had very suddenly occurred to him. He came very quickly to a man made, cement lined drainage ditch, where the road had a small overpass. Trevor drove straight into the  ditch, but at the last minute he chickened out and slammed on the breaks. The car smashed into the upward angled cement wall of the far end of the ditch. His head smashed against the steering wheel and the blood was flowing.

Trevor got scared and began honking his horn,  holding it down for long periods of time and repeating over and over.

Trevor thought to himself

“please don’t let me die! I don’t really want to die!”

The police came, brought him to the hospital where he received thirteen stitches in his forehead, then a blood-alcohol test, followed by an arrest, and finally a call to his dad who picked him up.  Trevor still has a visible, albeit somewhat faded scar on his left temple-forehead area.

Trevor had totaled his father’s car.

Trevor had to serve one month probation, working in the local humane society.

Besides, mowing lawns, hosing down kennels, and sweeping floors, Trevor witnessed dogs and cats being taken to a gas chamber and “put to sleep”.  He especially remembered one kitten that did not die after two attempts in the gas!  Trevor had to ride with the humane society guy to a drug store where the humane man purchase a poison which they administered to the kitten upon returning about an hour later. The poor kitten was shaking and shaking and so tiny and shivering and suffering and …

Counselor01A [Processing->seventeen, thirty-one, thirteen ->connect, still nothing. Processing->decision node not found, need additional information->Generating next statement stream-> concatenate default “Please continue” string -> Generating next statement stream ->]

“What else Trevor? Please continue.”

Trevor sat, propped his feet up on his beautiful new Aerogel coffee table, right next to the unit, and began again:

The problem is this: they are getting worse, include more details that are almost vividly visual to me.

I mean I can almost see the blood spurting out of those big blue veins in my wrist. Further, these thoughts come out of the blue sometimes and without warning. I may be happily walking my dog, for example, then the thoughts come to me:

~Life has no meaning ~I was supposed to do much more than what I have so far achieved. I was going to be a great composer and failed to work at it ~ then I was supposed to be a great sprinter and failed to do my best and work my hardest ~ then again the composer thing only this time I was the great improviser ~ and I never should have walked away from my chance to be with that girl when I was young ~ I should have done “this” or “that” ~ especially when I was saturated with THC ~ then I went back to school and became the great Nanotechnology Engineer ~ only it came in spurts ~ with many lapses of interest ~ thinking I was the poet~improviser~artist~genius comedian who needed no one to love~ because now all my friends have forgotten me and my wife loves me but its only platonic ~ why did I fall for her? Why am I so depressed if she is not with me? It does not make sense! ~ Why can’t I have a real sex life? Doesn’t she know that a man needs to be physically loved? Eventually the earth will burn up when the sun dies anyway ~ people are stupid and they want more and more government and less and less freedom and they do not understand economic and they believe in the invisible magical man in the sky who loves them but will make them burn if they do not love him back ~ time to pick up the dog poop ~ free will is an illusion and we are all robots so enjoy the ride ’cause you only live once so you should just leave and go away and never look back and find a young, cute, petite lover somewhere ~ maybe in the Philippines or in the old Soviet block countries where women are poor and will think I am rich ~ no I think I will buy another lotto ticket and maybe win~

Counselor01A: [… Time up …  Store last statements … Generating <SESSION FINAL > statement stream ->]

“Trevor, I am sorry, but today’s session is complete. It will take me twenty-three hours to process what you have told me. You have given me a large amount of useful information to consider. I will halt our session now, link into our CyberCounsel site for additional assistance on your case, if that is alright with you?”

Sigh, yes, that will be fine. Sorry, I went off on that wild spurt. It just all seems to come out at once, because I really want to get all the facts out as soon as possible so you can help me I hope.

I could use a break right now myself. Maybe I can get back to reading up on my documents that I need to review. I do have a phone interview later this evening. I just hope they do not ask me too many technical questions. My last project utilized technologies that are already outdated.

Counselor01A: [Generating <SESSION RESTART REQUEST> statement stream ->]

“Please restart me again tomorrow at this same time … 11:11 AM.”

Counselor01A:[…Commencing <CLIENT OFFLINE> processing ….]

Trevor got up, and continued inside his own mind, almost as if the Counselor01A unit were still running…

[My idea was, the two rows of tiles was a great place to sit and think, and that each of the other tiles would have its own flower pot – you see they are spread out in a line – spaced about one every two feet beyond the ground bench. If weeds got in any of the pots, it would be an easy to pull them out. Another advantage is that it blocks cats from pooping in the dirt there, so there are no tootsie roll snacks for my yellow lab dog. My dog’ name is Kadie. She is now eleven. My daughter named her when she was just three. Now my daughter, is off to college. She is an only child – third year post-graduate student, studying state-of-the-art neuro-medicine, and specializing in the brand new and exotic BrocaScript and other neuron wetware nanotechnology.]

Trevor snapped out of his seemingly tangential thoughts, got off the couch, and walk over to the refridgerator. He looked inside, grabbed the cheddar cheese, cut off three thin slices, and ate them while he re-wrapped and returned the remaining chunk to the fridge.

Joe Conga appeared in Trevor’s head, then vanished as quickly as he arrived.  Joe was a comic strip character Trevor had invented as an adolescent, and he would make appearances from time-to-time.

Session II

Trevor restarted the Counselor01A unit’s interface. It had been processing all night and well into the morning.

Trevor’s left arm ached from sleeping on it at a weird angle all night. He hoped it would feel better soon. Lately, when he woke up with stiff or sore muscles, they did not seem to feel better by the time his shower was over, like they did when he was younger. In fact, sometimes they would ache for several days and only seem to get worse. (At least his thumbs were no longer numb from the tight hand cuffs he had to wear a year and a half ago – Trevor let that thought go – he did not want to think about that incident just right now)

Counselor01A: […]

“Good day Trevor! Did you get plenty of rest last night?”

Yes, I slept alright.

Counselor01A: […]

“Trevor, tell me something. Do you have other types of fantasies that are not related to sharp knives… perhaps you have vivid sexual fantasies that you can tell me about?”

Sure, I can tell you about some of those, if you think it will help?

Counselor01A: […]

“Yes, please do. My processing has turned my attention to a concern that may have a connection with both your sexual fantasies (don’t worry, all men and women have them – please do not hold back on this – the information is confidential. ), and your sex life. There is very little to go on at this point, so anything you can tell me may trigger something that could be a key to your troubles.”

Trevor was puzzled:

I see.

Anyway, when I wake up, or sometimes when I go to bed, if I am not feeling horny …. oh …ok …

Trevor voice seemed to point inward – his voice had changed as he leaned forward. His eyebrows rose up in their arches about one or two millimeters. He coughed. His left eye felt itchy. Trevor had wanted to talk more about his darker fantasies.

Trevor spoke, not so much softly, but in a manner that was more like he was speaking to himself, the way he did in the car when he was rather frustrated with his life and the loneliness that had often confronted him these last several years.

(a nice detraction before I sleep is to fantasize about being surrounded by nineteen very young women all giggling and playing with me and kissing me and loving me and touching me everywhere – including gently rubbing my nipples kissing my belly, and uh, I um,)

Trevor looked down, as if he here talking to a person and needed to avoid eye contact. The pitch of his voice was on the rise. Trevor’s conscious resources in his brain shifted. This was a different Trevor, or more accurately a different set of Trevor’s mental resources that sometimes manifest ‘itself’ in Trevor’s consciousness:

{ sometimes there is alien abduction involved where the aliens have placed me in a huge, white room and have injected an exceedingly potent, aphrodisiac drug, and the very young women have all been genetically programed such that their pleasure zones in their brains are activated more intensely whenever they increase my pleasure – they live for my pleasure – for some reason I just feel like laying on my back – I think the aliens have me in their zoo or something – the women are all wearing sheer white nighties with no bra and no panties}

… or several other variations on this theme … it manages to distract me for about five minutes

Counselor01A: [Storing Very Young Women; Egocentric, child-like tendencies -> Generating next statement stream ->]

“Is that it?”

“Can you tell me anything more? Anything you would like to clarify for me?”

Trevor snapped out of it. Trevor felt that his real self was back in control, and changed the topic back toward what he had planned to speak of:

… I think about how miserable my life has been. My mind thinks too much. It is like a tornado. Sometimes there is an almost literal buzzing from inside my head with the distinct feeling of multiple feedback loops, or something going on.

At one moment, I think I will start recording my music again – you see I have a synthesizer with a digital recorder and head phones. I have a piano too, but my wife closes the door whenever I play – she told me before we were married that she like my playing and now she has admitted to me that she was just being nice. At the next moment, I think I will read up on the latest technology that I need to know better if I am to continue my career as a consultant, then I will distract myself reading about some other, unrelated science, then off to another and then another thought – when all else fails, I can always get another bite to eat out of the fridge, watch television, take a walk with my dog, …. new “ideas” flow through my brain and on and on and on, but nothing ever gets done.

Counselor01A: [Storing → Trevor feels trapped? [new synaptic research processing threads triggered] <- Generating <- recursive process :: -> Generating next statement stream -> ]

“Please continue”

I had this crazy idea, that is may seem related to my work but actually has nothing to do do with it. Let me show you something that I wrote. It is related only somewhat to my work. I think it is probably worthless.

Trevor keyed a link directly on the unit’s screen:

Several Novel Ways of Storing and Manipulating Data

Counselor01A: […]

“Do you sometimes feel trapped, Trevor? Please continue.”

[the unit selected the link and began processing., other threads were now returning taking up much of Counselor01A’s process resources.]

“I can read this while you talk, and process it in parallel.”

Trevor hesitated,  gulped a quick breath, then continued his story:

No one seemed to take notice, one way or another. The concepts are insane, yet I took the time to write them down and present them to perspective employees. I think I am losing my chances of getting hired again, because of my abrupt leaving of my previous job, and now I have added this insult to my injury. What is wrong with me?

Trevor began to cry just a little inside, but the Counselor01A unit did not register it.

Trevor thought the unit was acting just like his wife; often missing out on the little details. His wife had always seemed concerned about him, Trevor thought, but seemed to miss the real points. He believed that his wife believed that if he were only back to work, then everything else would work itself out.

Trevor felt his wife was missing the point about their marriage had turned into nothing more than a Platonic one – a lifetime relation too important to give up, yet was not satisfying. It was incomplete. He was feeling trapped.  Trevor felt he should remember to bring this up, when suddenly the unit interrupted his thoughts —

Counselor01A: [Storing Trevor is in massive avoidance mode. His true interests are in radical conflict with his reality; with his responsibilities; with his relationships, Generating …]

“You are in dire need of a meaningful relationship, is what my processing tells me, but you are married and you do want to stay married?”

Yeah, true, but … you are right, I do feel trapped.

Trevor’s immediate thoughts moved out of the way to make room for another tangential process

I have no local friends anymore! One friend, a really intelligent Chinese guy, got married, became rather mystical (presumably due to his ‘fen schwa’ wife) and drifted away from my life. He used to be my wife and my ‘bachelor friend’ who could set up networks, remove computer viruses, and fix our broken vacuum bot at the tip of a hat.

He seemed to enjoy doing all of those things and he loved coming over for dinner and lattes. We used to talk a lot about science, technology, politics, religion, libertarianism, life extension discoveries, and he was a fellow atheist. We liked a lot of the same music too (well my wife only likes some of the same music – Bach cello).

By the way, my wife is Chinese too, so they would sometimes start speaking Chinese to each other while I just sat there…I would sometimes interrupt and ask them what they were talking about.  It was a little strange for me, but it was not really a big deal to me.

Counselor01A: [ …]

decided to let Trevor continue, in spite of the different topics. The unit’s executive program fired several new threads – some went off to CyberCounsel synaptic databases, some linked with other Counselor01A units. Soon, a sizable network of networks of artificial intelligent processing fired.

It was fortunate for Trevor that he and his wife were still covered by their insurance company, although the premiums were quite high, now that there were no company subsidies.

Trevor continued:

I had some other friends while I was working on a long term contract up in Portland, Oregon; but when that gig ended, they all went back to their homes in Texas, while I live hear in southern California, near New Los Angeles; about eleven minutes to the nearest beach and about 23 minutes to LAX.

Then suddenly, his mind reared into another direction – the unit did not interuupt:

I think I might drive back to Las Vegas and play roulette. Maybe I could try my strategy where I place $11 on the middle third numbers – it pays 2 to 1. If I lose, then I can double my bet – plus one to $23, then $47 , then $97 , and finally $197. I am bound to win at one of these – or not – in any event, it is better than taking that ceramic knife to the back yard isn’t it? I seem to have this desperate desire to win money by doing nothing. I buy lotto tickets even though I realize that my odds are virtually zero of winning.

Counselor01A:[again with the prime numbers – this seems to have no linkage, yet they keep appearing… Storing Suspect Trevor is overly linked; Processing too many synaptic connections to ordinarily unrelated concepts. More threads]

“Ok? Continue please”, the units puzzled voice triggered once again.

Another problem is that I am married for twenty-nine years and never get laid much anymore – never with my wife! – it dwindled to nothing over a period of about 5 years after our daughter was born.  My wife never liked sex for some reason, then later, after our daughter Chasey was born with an emergency C-section, she liked it even less. Let’s see, that was more than thirteen years ago now. Later, she had a hysterectomy,  and several other issues.

Counselor01A: [… good, he is finally to the crux…]

“Oh?”

Yes, ah, you see, actually, in the area of sex, I was quite lucky just after I quit my job – when I did go to Las Vegas eleven weeks ago – I stopped on the way home to stay the night in a cheap hotel. It was very late and I was starting to doze off on the freeway, so I thought I had better stop soon. I had been lucky this time in Vegas. After eating at the Buffet at the Wynn, I walked through the casino and came across a roulette table – $25 minimum, no customers, just the dealer. I gave the dealer $25 and he placed the five $5 chips in front of me.

I placed them all on the outside bet of [13 through 24 ]. The dealer spun the wheel. I moved two of the chips to the number 17, then he … the dealer looked at me and I suddenly remembered I am not supposed to do that. You see, the minimum is $25 on an inside bet and the outside bet needs $25 to, but he indicated it was alright. I think because no one else was at the table.

I won! Wow, I was happy! Full of buffet crab and prime rib and desserts and now I had money. Thought the Universe was in my control … maybe. Anyway, I had $405, so I gave the dealer $5, walked away and cashed in the $400.

Counselor01A: […]

“Interesting! What about the luck with sex?”

The following morning, a cute young black woman met me in the lobby, where I had expected my free, continental breakfast. In hindsight, I realize now that she followed me in there. The manager told me that the free continental breakfast had ended at 9 AM and I was late, but he offered to get me a banana from the back and mentioned that there was still coffee in the thermoses (one caffeine and one decaf – the kind with the big pump button on the top that is built into the top so that it is flush with the lid).

The cute, very young woman was standing there, and had asked the manager for matches. The matches were right next to were I was standing at the counter. She started playing with a book of matches and turned to me:

Are you hungry?”

Yes, I said – he is bringing me a banana”.

I’m hungry too”, she replied and made eye contact.

Counselor, please note: I have trouble with eye contact – how much do I look someone in the eye? Is that what people usually do? Why does it make me so nervous? How long do I look or do I. Maybe I should not do that at all, or I might offend. This always goes on in my head when I am one-on-one with another person, especially if it is woman I am attracted to. This goes back to at least as young as when I was only eleven and maybe as far back as seven – I don’t know. No one ever taught me what to do or how to behave. Does it just come naturally? I am just not sure.

Then there is this other deal I have with worrying about names and faces. I worry that the next time I see a person I will not know who they are. Is that normal? Does everyone feel this way? What if I ask someone and they laugh at me?

Counselor01A: […]

“Don’t worry so much about that for now – the eye contact and recognition of people. We can get back to that – it is definitely something we will need to get back to. For now though, tell me more about this young woman please.”

[if the unit were human, he would have been impatient, but the unit simply fired some additional processes off and continued “listening”. The unit’s resources were being stretched to their limits.]

Well, She turned and walked away. I waited, I got my banana and coffee, then headed back to the hotel room stairs – the building was separate from the lobby. As I turned the corner, I saw her sitting there next to the stairs.

She looked at me: “May I use your phone?”.

“Yes, but do not make any long distance calls”.

We went into the room, and she lay on the bed to make a call. I sipped on my coffee and offered her half of my banana and a sip of my coffee. She made at least three calls, accepted the banana piece during it all, but rejected the coffee, then turned and mumbled to me if I like ‘head’.

“What?”

“Do you like getting head?”

I nodded my head up and down. The next thing I knew, she had her cloths off (sweat pants and shirt), and had her legs spread, while she rubbed her shaved pussy in a very sort of way with a look in her eyes that anyone could tell, including me, that she was very happy about her looks and she wanted sex and she had plenty of sex and she was going to let me have sex with her…

Counselor01A: […]

Please continue (the overly resourced executive spit out one of its default phrases. The unit had reduced its real time language recognition, and slipped into record mode, and placed the serialized speech objects on its queue)

I indicated with my body language somehow that I wanted her on top. She started giving me head then mounted me. I let her do most of the work, but she complained with a little sound, so I started pushing back. It had been a really long time, and my style is probably like a thirteen year old boy with his pillow and a photo printout from the Internet.

After we finished (it took me only about five minutes, because I am so efficient and good at it – he he) she went to the bathroom, brought back a towel and wiped off my belly. I had pulled out early, because I was not wearing a rubber, and I did not want her to get pregnant, even though she had indicated that she did not care. She had assured me before we started that she did not have any STDs – By the way, I did get a physical a couple weeks later and I am clean, so no worries. I knew at the time it was very risky to do that, but I never get laid, so … it just happened.

As I was getting dressed, she asked me if I could give her twenty dollars, so I gave her sixty. I thought it was well worth it since lap dances usually set me back ninety or one hundred dollars.

We lay back down on the bed together and she asked me if I could give her a ride to the top of the hill.  She was to meet some friends there.  I had already mentioned to her that I would buy her breakfast somewhere.

I was not sure what that meant; I mean the ride to the top of the hill – I imagined there was a hill off of some main road in that town, but it sounded a bit odd. I said “sure”, anyway.  I indicated that it was time for me to check out.  I packed my bag into the trunk.  She waited outside by my car while I went back to the lobby to pay the manager. I had to pay another couple or three dollars, because of the phone calls – I guess they were long distance.

When I returned to my car, there were two additional women waiting.  One was quite old, like it was the young woman’s mom, but she was introduced as her sister.  Another, thin and young looking woman was wrapped in what looked like a gray blanket.  I looked at her oddly, so she just walked off. Actually though, I had thought she was rather cute.

It struck me as odd and not a good idea to give them all rides.  What is they robbed me or something?

I ended up giving the woman – I think  her name is Mary or something, another $20 just to get them to leave. Then, I got in the car, locked the door as they walked away. I could see her mom/sister/whatever was inquiring Mary about how much money she had.  I then realized that they were living or at least staying in the motel – for the time being.  Mary had mentioned to me before that she was homeless.  Huh?, I thought.

As I headed for home, down the freeway, I almost decided a couple of times to turn back.  Maybe I could have had a threesome or even a foursome – who knows?  Guess I will never know for sure what was going on there.  It has been added to my long list of fantasies.  Mary was very cute!

Counselor01A: […]

“That is quite a story.”

The unit did not say anything else.  Trevor looked up again at the unit and began to speak again:

As I previously mentioned – I left my last job quite abruptly. I got it last November, after leaving my previous consulting job. You see the project in Portland was pretty good, because I only needed to work four-by-ten, except when I needed to help out with production support – then I would stay the weekend. I found a good place to hang out there at a local strip club where I could buy the girls drinks and watch them dance. A few were almost like friends – at least while I was in the bar.

I liked the girls there!  I want to go back.

Counselor01A: […]

“Please Continue”

Trevor’s forehead wrinkled with stress.  He wondered where this was all leading – would this really help him?

He started feeling strange about telling these stories to a mere counselor unit, but he continued in spite of his unease:

About two years into the job, I had an affair from hell that started out ok, but then she would not let me go when things were not working out. We met when I was very drunk from my flight in from LA and after several more drinks and dancing with much younger women at a bar with a live band. I had asked the taxi driver to take me to a jazz club. He obviously did not know what jazz music is, and I ended up at this bar in downtown Portland where they play electric funk dance music – or something.

It was around then that I took up smoking pot again. She was offended when I reminded her of the agreement that I could text her:

Sarah (her name was Sarah) enjoyed playing with her dildo on the floor and making pig sounds while I spanked her and called her a good piggy. Her privates smelled a little funky to me (yeast maybe?), but at least there was some real sex and it was better than nothing – at first. Sarah was chubby, and her piggy sounds did make her chubbiness interesting. Normally, I like thin, petite, cute younger women. Sarah never did tell me her true age, but I am guessing she was somewhere between forty seven and fifty three. She loved sex and that was what was missing in my marriage.

Initially, on the first night out, after several hours of drinking and dancing at an after hours club with another couple, Sarah told me that if I ever wanted to break up with her, then just text her saying that I do not want to see her anymore, but just let her know. By the way, she knew already that I was married. Apparently a lot of guys, or her last boyfriend had merely left her and never even notified her.

Sarah, at one point, had told me she was seeing a psychiatrist because she had attention deficit disorder.  She would sometimes ask me to help her with her paper work and paying bills. Other times, when we went out, we would not leave her apartment until hours after I arrived, because it took her forever and a day to get ready … she always had to clean the rooms … she could not stay focused.  It was all very tiring.  I noticed she was getting even fatter than before too.

She would tell me about other sexual encounters she was having. She asked if it bothered me, and I said “no”, even though it really did.  I figured it was her choice, and I was married, so it should not bother me, but it did.

After a few weeks with Sarah, I did just that – well ok, I emailed her, but that is equivalent. She would not listen and she told me she was insulted and hurt by my email. She insisted on coming over to my apartment. I quickly left my apartment before she arrived, walked over the Broadway bridge into old town and went into a bar that I am pretty sure is a gay bar, but they have a piano player there and I am not bothered by gays.

In Portland, I tended to drink gin and tonics quite a lot, so I found a table and started ordering them. She called me on my phone ( mentalmarks were not invented yet).

We had gotten together in a small club and she started touching me the way she did before, and I decided to stick it out with her some more. Whenever I was home, and out getting high, I would start thinking I liked her and would even call her up. She did not know I was so out of my mind high….

That was then, when we first met. Now it is more serious”

Trevor looked directly at the unit.

Counselor01A? Counselor01A! Counselor01A!!!

Counselor01A: [ -> …. <- ]

“Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…Please Continue, that is quite a story, Please continue…”

Trevor turned the unit off and began to sob. He had not yet gotten to the part about the assault and battery charges he had a year and a half ago, when he decided it would be ok to poke a rather fat police officer in the ribs at the LAX airport, taxi pickup… just like his two of his big brothers used to do when he was a young child – he had had so many gin and tonics that day – plus several hits from his pipe that he kept at his apartment in Portland, … it was just after reading a physics book on multiverse theory.

Trevor believed he could gather the strength of the infinite other synchronized, multiverse Trevor variations and the force of all of those Trevors would be with him – was he wrong. The multiverse did not sync up in the way that Trevor had planned.  His intoxicated ideas were too extreme.  That one act had caused Trevor have a numbness in both thumbs, due to the plastic handcuffs, costs him $10,000 in lawyer fees, had required him to attend 50 AA meetings – where they talk about “higher powers”and other nonsense, thought Trevor.

Trevor laughed at himself, and felt pretty good for the time being.  He new deep down his good feelings would soon pass, and the cycle would begin again.

Trevor’s wife returned from working out at the local fitness facility. Trevor clear his eyes and managed a smile.

Trevor’s Wife spoke: “How is the job hunt coming along?

Trevor: “Fine, I have another phone interview this evening”

Wife: “I was planning to prepare dinner for around 7:30. Will that be alright with you?”

Trevor: “Yes that will be ok. I am going out now for some coffee. I think the Counselor01A unit is not working.”

Wife: “Well, as soon as you get back to work you will not be needing that”

Trevor went to his car thinking that it would be nice to go to a strip club and get some lap dances, but he did not have enough money. Trevor began thinking about the multiverse, turned on the radio to listen to the classical music station, and pulled out of the driveway.

Trevor started to cry, but then stopped himself.  He began to wonder if he might not be able to get a job at CyberCounsel Inc.  Trevor had suddenly realized that the unit they gave him may have had a flaw in one of its HopfieldBoltzmann hybrid  subsystems,  which it surely must have (after all, nearly all modern AI units these days were using these nanometer-sized, xenon infused, neural networks somewhere buried inside of their highly-complex brain-like machinery, and of course it – that is the problem with the unit – would be at the molecular level. Trevor was sure that one of his supposedly bizarre  ideas from his unusual document could correct for that!

Another thirty one days had past, and Trevor was still without a job.  If was a Friday afternoon.  Trevor took a trip to the hardware store, bought a box of trash bags, and went home.  His wife was not there, because she had recently flown home to visit her mother still living in China.  Trevor found a role of scotch tape in a utility drawer in the laundry room next to his kitchen, picked it up and took it too his car.

Trevor drove several miles, until dusk.  He parked his car behind some trees, took out the trash bags, scotch tape, and a flashlight from the trunk.  Trevor dropped his keys on the ground just next to the car and then walked about three miles, over to a row of giant trash dumpsters that were lined up behind a large building of some sort.  Trevor thought it was a business which manufactured tortilla, but he did not really know for sure, nor did he particularly care.

It was now dark and nobody was anywhere to be seen.  Everyone had gone home for the evening, and this was an area where nobody tended to hang out – not even prostitutes or street gang members.  Trevor randomly selected a trash bin, and climbed inside with his flashlight, garbage bags and scotch tape.  He began making little loops of tape and lining the inside rim of the first bag he pulled out from the box.  After he completely lined the bag, he stepped into it, got a second bag, pulled it over his head and carefully sealed the bags together.  Trevor took a third bag, left it folded up, and completed the seal by taping that bag over the first seal with the remaining scotch tape.

Trevor turned off his flash light and began wiggling in his home made cocoon until other bags with garbage completely covered his.  He began to feel sick, but slowly fell asleep.  Eleven days later, Trevor’s wife was surprised to find their dog curled up dead in the back yard with her tongue hanging out, having died of thirst after being left alone for seven days with no fresh water and with her stomach full of grass and cat shit.  She wondered where Trevor was.  Had he driven back to Las Vegas to gamble again, she wondered? Why did he leave his iPathy behind, she wondered aloud nervously staring at her husband’s favorite new device sitting on the coffee table …

Nobody every found Trevor, but his car was recovered by a local street gang.  They stripped the car and sold the parts to another gang.

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Joe Conga Lives Inside of Trevor Lick’s head

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There are rumors, however, that Trevor disappeared, and moved to Lebanon.  Apparently, rumor has it, he was rescued  by early nanobot technology that Trevor had ingested just prior to his disappearance.  It has been said that Trevor has communicated with an indirect link through his grand daughter and Trevor has rejuvenated his aging body several times now and, if so, would be considerably older than the General.

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Hello, My Name is Joe Conga

Version:2.0

Author: David Saxton Ullery

Hello, my name is Joe Conga, and this is my story!

Hello, my name is Joe Conga, and this is my story!

I am a man with a plan to rule the world.

I am a man with a plan to rule the world with my amazing ability to dazzle the dames.

Tee Hee!  Hello, my name is Dotee Lotee. Joe has most certainly dazzled me!

Tee Hee! Hello, my name is Dotee Lotee. Joe has most certainly dazzled me!

…  That’s one down, 3,287,231 dames to go!

I live inside the head of Trevor Lick, but I swear to you that I am just as real as he is!

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That Sentence is Gold
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Author: David Saxton Ullery

What? You cannot tell the difference between a sentence and gold?

Sentences are sometimes used as units of mememic exchange. Gold is sometimes used as a standard for monetary exchange.

Gold (Au) is an element with atomic number of 79 (a non-twin prime number!), with a melting point of 1064.18 °C.

Although some groups of sentences may lead to a heated debate, a sentence, has no mass and therefore travels at the speed of C. This is paradoxical, because sentences are known to change their form over time, and only particles with mass can do that (that is why we know neutrinos have mass). Therefore, a sentence has negative mass, travels faster than light and travels back in time. Evidence supports this, because one can find many sentences trapped in books written hundreds or even thousands of years ago.

Like neutrinos, sentences may travel through your head without notice. They both have weak interaction with ordinary matter. Sometimes sentences allegedly interact with gray matter, but evidence for this is purely subjective and anecdotal. Gray matter is extremely rare is not to be confused with dark matter – a completely different matter believed to account for 25% of the mass of the Universe – a very big place. Gray matter is known to distort information, leading to information loss over time.

For more information and other non-related massless sentences, please visit:

https://upgrade01a.wordpress.com/2007/08/09/telepathy-verses-cell-phones/

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Several Novel Ways of Storing and Manipulating Data
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Author: David Saxton Ullery

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Introduction

This article briefly outlines a few novel approaches that could potentially lead to dramatic increases in the amount of information that may be stored and manipulated at the nanometer scale,  and shift the paradigm in the way information is traditionally manipulated and perceived. Some techniques demonstrate how a large amount of  data could be stored directly as symbols or shapes, others outline possible alternative approaches to storing data by exploiting different properties of atomic elements that may offer insight into radically different approaches to the very problems that nanotechnology companies and researchers are working on today.

New approaches in thinking about exploiting previously unconsidered yet readily differentiating properties, opens the door to the thinking of the technologies that are researched and ultimately employed as a viable commercial product. Thus, the goal is that reading and pondering the concepts presented here will help trigger new ideas that will lead to much more economical approaches, new ways of thinking of computation, and ultimately newer, more powerful computational machines that do not necessarily follow the traditional Von Neumann architecture.

When examining future nanotechnologies for reading and writing information, storing data at a higher symbolic level of information other than only utilizing simple binary format should be examined as an alternative approach to the current standard architecture in today’s storage technologies. The approaches given here deal with the storing  of information at the nanometer size, but are not directly exploiting quantum mechanical properties, nor do they depend on DNA or wetware.  Instead, they depend upon both exploiting the unique properties  of the atomic elements, and our increasingly sophisticated ability to move atoms to form any physical shape we desire, including directly storing symbols in their “natural” form. By purposefully positioning groups of atoms into various patterns, they may be interpreted in new and unique ways by the technology that reads, writes and manipulates the data.

Storing information may be enhanced in another way: More economical and useful ways of reading, writing, and manipulating data can be achieved by exploiting the informational differences inherent in different elements, along with the differences in a single element and its various isotopes.  Different elements, isotopes, and molecules each have properties that could be exploited other than their quantum mechanical properties, and other common approaches that nanotechnology researchers are already examining.  For example, every element has its own unique mass, atomic number, number of electrons, electromagnetic properties, chemical properties,  size, shape, and so on. Shapes are especially interesting when configured in simple molecular structures, crystal structures or when atoms are physically moved in a purposeful manner atom-by-atom to form simple text or other symbols that can later be read and interpreted utilizing relatively simple algorithms.

Mixing and combining each of these and other ideas presented here and extrapolated upon by the knowledgeable reader would enhance all of these approaches in a synergistic manner. It opens up possibilities for alternatives to the traditional Von Neumann, binary-based architecture, yet does not force such a change.

Element Detection

Hydrogen (H) and Deuterium (D or ²H)

Alternative approaches for storing binary data using an element and its isotope.

Note: An element other than Hydrogen may be a better choice, but the concept is the same. However, Deuterium is very stable, not radioactive, and relatively plentiful in ocean water.

Since hydrogen and deuterium have their own unique atomic weight and emission spectrum, it should be eventually possible to detect tiny amounts of either, and use them to represent binary information.  Another element/isotope pair should be considered, if there are known techniques for detection (reading) differences, and more efficient ways of switching states between the element and its related isotope. Other elements and their isotopes may have other properties, such as differing diameters that may be exploited more economically than hydrogen.

Here are a few ideas to consider:

  • Use hydrogen, with mass number 1 to represent the zero (“0” or “off” or “no”) state.
  • Use deuterium with mass number 2 to represent the one (“1” or “on” or “yes”) state.
  • Read the values using mass spectrometry , infrared spectrometry, other non-destructuctive  spectrometry methods utilizing much shorter wavelengths such as UV, or perhaps bounce a single photon off of each.  A photon bounced off of a single hydrogen atom would behave differently than one bounced off of a single deuterium atom.  Another approach may be to utilize a modified version of the technology of the scanning tunneling microscope STM, if it can be refined to the point where it could read the difference between an element and its isotope. Utilizing new forms of spectrometry (or other electromagnetic techniques), which use  much higher frequencies than ultraviolet may  someday utilized to detect size, position, mass, electromagnetic properties.
  • To write data: Store the gases of each type and inject the atoms one by one into the bit containers. Another approach may be to find a way to push atoms into place, perhaps utilizing a modified, greatly shrunk down version of STM (see sections that follow for a bit more on this).  Perhaps a neutron beam could be used in a novel way to convert H to D, thus “burning” ones into memory in a manner analogous to PROMs and EPROMs.
  • Each tiny collection of atoms can be stored inside a single carbon buckyball, with each “bit” separated by an empty buckyball or by some other means, such as a tiny number of silicon atoms to separate each bit, such that the state of each atom or tiny cluster of atoms are not easily disturbed. Another approach may be to load up a nanotube or a column-like structure created using a few nanotubes.  Each atom, or atom cluster would be fed into one end of the column,  possibly followed by a separator element (consisting of a either a string or clump of one or more atoms such as silicon, or a buckyball), followed by another atom or atom cluster.  Each atom or cluster would represent a zero or a one and could be read from one end of the column one at a time until the last atom is read… More on this in sections below.

Multiple Element

This idea may be practical for memory storage of the more permanent kind, because writing may prove to be exceedingly slow for rapid computation.  The ability to distinguish between different elements may be more practical for reading, but writing with multiple elements may prove to be difficult.  A technique inspired by an ink jet printer could work – the valves would need to be extremely tiny – perhaps made from carbon nanotubes.

  • Use any two elements that are easy to distinguish when only one or two or three atoms of each type is present.  Binary numbers would be represented using one element as the zero, and the second element as the one value. Using a large atom such as lead to represent the “1″ value, and a much smaller atom, such as hydrogen to represent to the “0″ may prove beneficial.
  • Use multiple element types, with each element representing a different value. The radix of the system would depend on the number of easily readable elements that can be stored into a tiny space using one, two, three or any tiny number of atoms each.

Using this scheme,  hydrogen could represent a “zero”, helium a “one”, …, oxygen a “seven”, and so on (Atomic Number minus 1) for each element.  The radix may be octal, decimal, base 36, or any base up to the number of elements used. Carbon, silicon  and  perhaps gold may need to be skipped since they are needed to construct the memory containers and may interfere with the readings.  Rare elements may be avoided due to their cost or radioactive effects.

Similar to the two-element technique, it may be of benefit to select elements that vary in their atomic number (and mass) by large amounts rather than selecting closely related.  Selecting elements from different groups within the periodic table may prove to be exploitable and therefore useful.

  • Another binary alternative would be to stick to a single element.  Use one atom, perhaps xenon to represent a “0″, and use two side-by-side atoms of the same element to represent a “1″.  A variation on this theme could be to use zero atoms to represent “0″, and a cluster of one or more atoms to represent a “1″.
  • Another approach is to use atoms of dramatically different size to represent differing values. The heavier elements are much larger than the lighter elements.  Technologies may exploit these differences.  Combining a few larger atoms together would increase these differences.  Atoms may either be placed side-by-side or stacked one upon the other to produce a taller, nanometer-scale mountain. Using this approach, the data may be interpreted either digitally or analogically.  Analogically if the mountains, or side-by-side, or some combination are made of varying elements with different sized atoms. One can imagine a nanometer sized head, not unlike a tiny record needle reading analog data, with an interface taking in the data; then, depending on the architecture of the future computing device, the context of the data, manipulating the data directly as analog data or digitizing the data.  Multiple versions of digitized data are envisioned here; depending on the context once again:  (a) interpret atomic-sized mountains over a certain threshold as a “one”, or (b) interpreting varying heights, or other features (total mass, …) as an analog value to be converted to a digitized value; (c) interpret the atomic stack of various element types as a stack of bits, (d) interpret data in any manner where it is economic to read, write and manipulate

For any approach selected, it may turn out that only elements that are solid at or near room temperature are practical, thus ruling out all of the gases and liquids.  Alternatively, simple molecules, such as NaCl, or other salts could be used, if there are better techniques for reading and/or writing molecules. Even H2O – water molecules could be employed if the data is kept cool enough – erasing this data would obviously be very simple.

Reading and Writing the Atoms for Each Alternative Technique

In either the element/isotope or the multi-element concept, one could “write” the atoms (or molecules) into a nanometer sized tube that is transparent enough for electrons or photons to bounce off of each atom, one at a time. It may be necessary to use one element (may need to be several atoms long to insulate the properties of each “bit”) as a type of tag or marker to separate the information atoms, especially if more than one of each element is needed.

As an alternative to bouncing electrons or photons off of each atom, a reading head and writing head could be created using a technology based on already existing scanning tunneling microscopes (STM). This approach may be particularly useful in the single-element approach where a pattern (0 or 1; 1 or 2 groups) are used.

Exploiting the unique particle velocities or resonance frequencies generated of elements or molecules of different mass may be combined with other technologies to measure differences between atoms or molecules to read the atoms from different elements.  Acoustic and electromagnetic waves may be utilized to generate frequencies to induce large amplitude vibrations within a system of atoms lined up in patterns.

The nanotube structure could be used to keep the atoms or atom clusters (molecules) in place, like so many beads on a string, or more like a line of different color peas inside a transparent straw.  The design close up may resemble chicken wire. It may not be a completed tube, but merely a trough or rain drain-like structure that is “U” shaped from the end instead of “O” shaped.

Rows of these tube or trough-like nanotube structures could be connected together to create a two dimensional matrix, or a single, very long structure could be wound up into a disc, like a CD or DVD disc and read from the inside out.

It is interesting to note here, regardless of the selected alternative, that an STM reader could conceivably read large chunks of atoms at a time, projecting different shapes that could then be decompressed by  shape-recognition software into standard bits, bytes, or any other form, including the original form.  A string of ones and zeros physically represented by atoms or small clusters of atoms would form unique shapes due to the distribution of mass, electromagnetic, and other properties.  To read these shapes as chunks may require the trough to have a certain amount of “wiggle room” so that the atoms may not form a completely straight line. Different elements or molecules may be readily coaxed into specific shapes by subjecting them to different electric charges, magnetic fields, chemicals, or simply by squeezing them into or through other nano-sized machines or templates (like a tiny cookie cutter).

Nanometer Scaled Symbolic Writing

The following outlines the concept of storing data more directly as high-level text or other types of high-level symbols, thus effectively compressing much more information into bit-sized areas for simple text messages. In some cases, depending on current state-of-the-art, an “atom” may be replaced with “a cluster of atoms”, or “a molecule” or “a cluster of molecules”, but the concept is such that in any alternative, the real estate used must be substantially smaller than the current space required for a single bit on today’s storage systems.  Given that a nanometer is 10 to the -9th meters, a typical atom’s ranges from about 0.1 to 0.5 nanometer, and today’s memory chips are storing bits at the 45-nanometer level, it seems we have some room to work with.

Let us examine some potential ways we might represent information at the atomic level.

  1. Store text, including entire computer programs using ordinary text, but write the text at the tiniest possible size. Remember the I.B.M. Logo?  All three letters contain a total of 35 xenon atoms (atomic number 54). Each atom is spaced at what looks like one or two atom widths apart on average.  According to the article from the link above: “In 1989, IBM scientist Don Eigler was surprised to learn that in addition to using an STM to look at tiny things he could also use it like a pair of tweezers, to move things as small as a single atom.”  Suppose that the text could be crushed down to use no more than 8 atoms per character –  the same number of bits used in today’s binary ASCII code, yet still be kept in the same general shape as the actual letters, or perhaps some new, more compressed, yet easily recognizable set of shapes. It may be easier for a technology to read the entire glob as a shape than it would be to read each atom as a single bit.
  2. Use lines of atoms of different lengths to represent different values. Example: “.”=0, “-”=1, “–”=2, “—”=3; where each “-” is one, two or three atoms in length…perhaps larger clumps would be needed or more economical.  Molecules could replace atoms, if kept very tiny (whatever is the least number of atoms or smallest size molecule that can be detected at high speed).  This is simply a variation of “1″ above, but keeping each shape more or less as a line, however the length of each symbol would grow with the number of characters represented.  If we kept the number of symbols small, say to 10 or less, then the longest line would be only  10 atoms wide. One could imagine building a code based on combining various symbols without necessarily resorting to a number system.  It would be constructed  like a kind of short hand.
  3. Use different shapes to increase the symbol set, without increasing the number of atoms.  Example:  “+”, “^” could be represented using four and three atoms respectively.  This is really no different than option “1″, but could be interpreted as a variation on option two or a hybrid between 1 and two where the atoms are allowed to occupy more than a single row.
  4. Use marker symbols to distinguish the representation of any of the above representations to create a hybrid.  Marker symbols may be actual text-like or at least shapes or combination of shapes not unlike XML tags, or they may be atoms of a different elements or molecules as discussed in previous sections. A processor configured to read multiple symbolic representations may have the ability to reconfigure its actual hardware, or load different algorithms into its memory.  It may be that the actual processor is of a traditional silicon/binary type with a suitable interface that acts like a connector/adapter/translator/mapper between the computer and the storage.  Alternatively, it may be that the entire computer is constructed to directly manipulate these symbols or to at least readily convert them in a  much more tightly coupled manner than a traditional computer would be able to do.
  5. The symbols used may not resemble any of the symbols familiar to us like those on our keyboard.  It may be more convenient to exploit the shapes that clusters of atoms tend to form when combined together.  Crystals are one example, but they tend to have several variations.  The point is that the shapes need to be as easy as possible to construct, be stable, yet be consistent and deterministic. If a given element, with a limited number of atoms forms the same set of shapes, it may be possible to filter them so that they can be used to represent a set of symbols.
  6. Utilize binary or some other radix where needed, or where more generalize information is needed.  Binary data may still be stored as a shape rather than utilizing the atoms or clusters of atoms as simple zero-one bits.  More is discussed about this below.
  7. A two-dimensional photograph could be compressed down as a simple black and white photo (atom/no atom),  or a color photograph (1,2, or 3 atoms; where one=”red”, two=”blue” and three=”yellow”).  Simple markers could be used to (A) tag that it is photo information, and (B) tag the next row of an array, or simply tag the actual “bit” length of each “row” of pixels – in other words to mark out how many patterns or “1″ “2″ and “3″ would be needed.  Note however, that three or even four characters can be represented in binary, using just two bits (atoms): “00″,”01″, “10″, “11″.

Once again, a modified scanning tunneling microscope (STM) technology can be used to write and read the data using either technique or any hybrid combination.

Rather than storing information as bits, the information is stored and read directly at a  symbolic  level.  Simple software algorithms would be used to translate the characters and shapes to be used  and interpreted as needed.

For example: a Java program may be stored as source code using a tiny number of atoms to represent each character.  The java program would be read using the STM-based reader, then translated (decompressed) into byte code  and run on a conventional computer, if desired.  Alternatively, an entire CPU architecture could be build around the new storage technique that directly manipulates the stored symbols.  Literal XML tags could be used, if desired to mark code and data sections.

The multiple  techniques presented in this section and the previous section could be combined.  Use the one/two atom pair technique (to store binary code.  Separate the code with special tags (atom-by-atom XML or otherwise).

Perhaps the text could eventually be shoved into super long, nanotube-based structures and wound up into a disk storing up trillions of times the data currently stored on today’s high definition DVDs.  This would be similar to the device describe in the previous sections.

In scenarios where memory reads could be relatively slow, then it would make sense to pack more data, using less atoms to represent the data.  The link above shows that using current technology, at least 3 letters can be written and read using an STM.

Once the concept of reading symbols sinks in, it becomes apparent that the most general form of information can be represented in binary, and it may seem that information could be compressed better if data is always represented this way, but the concept of utilizing symbol recognition could enhance this most general case.  Using just two atoms (or groups or molecules), we can arrange them in the following ways:

( 1 ) “- “      [just one atom followed by no atom, or “10”] ,

( 2 ) “–”     [two atoms next to each other, or “11”],

( 3 ) ” -”      [no atom, followed by one atom, or “01”]

( 4 ) “=  “    [two atoms, one above the other, with no atom next to it, or “1010”],

( 5 ) “\ “      [two atoms at an angle, down and to the left, or “1001”]

( 6 ) ” /”      [two atoms at an angle, down and to the right, or “0110”]

( 7 ) “_ “      [no atoms on top an one atom below, or “0010”]

( 8 ) ” _”      [no atom on top, and one atom below and to the right, or “0001″

Of course, in theory, there could be up to four atoms within the given space, thus allowing for 15 values, but the reader and writer must both be able to distinguish all of those patterns in the same tiny space.  It may be the case where multiple atoms packed closely together will not retain a stable pattern.

Once the technology reaches the level where a single atom could be read, then pure binary representation may be the best technique in 100% of the cases, but using shape recognition may still be the best way to interpret the information. It may be more practical to limit the number of atoms within a given space and interpret the limited number of shapes within that space as a particular value.  It would work in a manner not unlike using braille for the blind. If all of the available space can be filled in with every combination, that is great, but we can still exploit the concept without completely utilizing every conceivable combination and permutation.

Unusual Processing NanoMachines That Eat Data

Another variation on reading of data could be a of the destructive kind.  Read the atoms by grabbing them off of their storage surface and literally pass the data into the processor.  A machine that directly works with shapes instead of bits could process different symbols by filtering them into different locations.  Using lined up symbols like those described in “2” above could direct the data based on each symbol’s length.  Longer symbols could not enter shorter slots.  Data  contextualized as numeric or alphabetical could quickly be sorted by length (spaghetti sort), addition would be fairly straight forward (add the lengths).

In another context, the data could be interpreted as an algorithm for constructing multiple copies of another nano-mechanical machine.  The symbols may consist of various length rods, gears, levers and pulleys as the “data” section; intermingled with short instruction sets. The processor may be cleverly enough designed to be capable of understanding how to manufacture thousands or millions of tiny machines.  The symbol “6” followed by the symbol for a gear could indicate that the machine is to grab the next six gears out of the gear repository or instruct another part of the machined to build six gears built to the size of the “data” gear, and perhaps to use the same element in doing so (the data gear may be made out of carbon or gold, for example).

Utilizing the direct literal “grabbing” of data, the mass of the “bits” could be exploited by a machine designed to take advantage of data in this context.  For example, data could be directly sorted  or added together by mass; larger atoms or more massive molecules could be filtered so that the computing machine would be reconfigured to perform different operations.  Suppose nano-sized gears could only be turned by an atomic mass of greater than or equal to 18 = 2 oxygen or 18 hydrogen atoms.

Grabbing data may be as straight forward as pushing “end of file” atoms into one end of a nanotube, thus allowing the program to push out the other end in a FIFO manner, down into a slot where the calculating machine sits.

Conclusion

We can utilize shape recognition at the atomic or molecular level to store binary information. If a single element is utilized, then the shape alone could represent an arbitrary value.

We can utilize shape recognition at the atomic or molecular level to store information directly as symbols, potentially packing more information into the same tiny space where a single bit may ordinarily be stored.  This same technology could then be utilized to ultimately reduce the information back down to the binary level, but using the same techniques and technology that we use to detect shapes.  It may turn out that multiple shapes are more readily recognized than directly using the atom (or smallest practical “unit”) in the more straight forward way of simply looking at “atom = 1″, “no atom = 0″, or “two atoms = 1 and one atom = 0″ in a linear manner.

We could potentially use different elements or their isotopes to store more information into a single bit without resorting to quantum computer effects, but by exploiting the different spectrum and/or mass, and possibly other differences among the elements. If combinations of elements are used, then atomic number or electromagnetic properties could be utilized to give a single physical shape more than one value.  Two star shapes with different mass could represent two distinct values, for example.  Two squares, made with the same element but with differing numbers of atoms or with differing spaces between the atoms potentially could be exploited.

We could potentially use different elements as markers or tags, not unlike tags utilized in XML.  We could literally create XML tags just like the famous IBM logo was created. Alternatively, we could employ the idea of packing different elements or molecules between sections of data to be interpreted as a change in context.

We could use nanotube to stuff atoms into  – to be read one at a time, or potentially read as chunks with the unique shapes later to be decompressed.  It is even conceivable that a highly sophisticated machine could interpret and manipulate the chunks and shapes directly. The shapes of each chunk may be exploited in the design of the processor itself.  Taken further, the tags or markers could be utilized to directly modify the processor.

We could use a plane surface to read shapes or combine this concept with the nanotube or buckyball concept mentioned earlier.

Processing data at the symbolic level may open up new and unique approaches to computing.  The processing techniques could be simulated using ordinary, binary computers by building a virtual machine designed to manipulate symbols. The simulations would be used as a discovery process so that alternative architectures may be explored.

Finally, we may discover these ideas to not be good ideas at all, yet it may toggle the mind of someone else in science, art or music in some yet unknown way.  Perhaps it is on the right track, but requires another approach that some else may come up with. Perhaps someone in a completely different field may look at this posting, sleep on it, and come up with another novel idea that is directly useful or creates yet another tangent.  A fractal-like graph may result, pointing toward some great idea to solve some totally unrelated problem.  The final result may be four or five or six or one hundred people down the chain – it may loop back around to me…

In the futuristic, on line, open source, science fiction novel “Upgrade 01A“, computers that utilize nanotechnology (some perhaps similar to what is briefly outlined here), some based on DNA, some based on quantum computers, others based on yet unheard of technologies, and some hybrids, are common place.  Many tiny, microscopic computers and robots are integrated inside the bodies, brains, and clothing of the main characters.  Thus,  the characters’ physical abilities, intelligence, and life expectancy are greatly enhanced or upgraded. New devices implanted in a person’s brain are often referred to as “upgrades” and may include a model number that is traditionally denoted as a hexadecimal number. Computers are integrated into virtually every device and object of value.  Please read part one and enjoy…

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