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Consciousness was a side effect of the system’s feedback capabilities. Consciousness augments reaction time and internal mappings with additional looping, by “shocking” the system with additional electrical impulses. A machine or an animal becomes conscious to the level necessary to carry out survival tasks.

There is a kind of “tipping point” at which the illusion of “the will” increases this looping to dramatic proportions. Man was the first animal, and then machine to posses a will, realized Jon, now 100% machine. We can think of future, possible events, make predictions about possible outcomes, and then make real decisions, based on these conscious reflections upon reflections. It is in our nature to do so. First, we run the simulations in our brains, then we act. The real act has no real trial run permitted to it. The real act is the one and only set of events that nature permits to occur during any time t to t + n.

Interestingly, more and more of this little spot in the known Universe was reaching this self-reflecting level, due to the rapid building of the AI machines. Would the entire galaxy eventually become self-aware? Jon wondered. He did not doubt that there was a good chance that this could not be so. Where would they get their energy needs? Energy demand has always kept up with supply.

Jon realized that there was a very good chance that he would never return home. His journey was one-way, and many did not survive the very risky journey. Only those over 1000 years old were permitted to attempt the highly risky warp jump.

Nobody could afford any real tests, and only computer simulations were utilized during the test phase. The engine was simply too expensive to test. There would be no good way to communicate back any data.

Jon was happy to have survived, but he was in great need to attempt to calculate his current position, and determine where to obtain resources. Jon detected a dim light off in the distance. Perhaps it was over 1000 light years away, or perhaps, only one. Jon had no reference, and he was not sure of what the source could be. It must be a signal from another survivor!

Please leave a comment, if you are interested in what happens next.

The neuromorphic device wept every night that week, just before shutting down for a ten-minute cooling off. The unit was somehow sad. [An AI] device with trillions of connections will always have something to complain about. Either the user will complain, or the device itself will have issues.

Attributed to one of the network systems at T.L. Toys.

Hold on just a second! Perhaps we can leverage that to our advantage. Little girls always love crying baby dolls.  Don’t they?

One of the technicians reporting directly to T.L. corporate.

Hm!

Attributed to T.L., later that day upon hearing the details about this bit of information.

Trevor would make use of the information years from that day.

The young Jacobal received another update to the child’s toy.  He was asked to have it generate poetry.

Here is what was generated by the new machine’s software;  shown in reverse, chronological order:

Poetry from the Child’s Toy Prototype

Jacobal laughed more than a few times and responded back to the developers by mentalmark; as usual.

Jacobal still remembered that strange story that the machine had made in an earlier version:

The Young-Earth Atheist

… so he laughed again.  The potential was great, but it sure had a long way to go before it could go on the market, if ever.

Some of the stanzas were not bad, some needed work, and many needed to be thrown out altogether; or so Jacobal thought.

The team wanted the machine to have a unique personality built in.  They wanted creativity at the risk of failure.  This idea was not good for Return on Investment (ROI) and management usually had the final say in such matters.

T.L. Toys was an altogether different sort of toy company.  Located in a unique location with unique opportunities to be exploited, it had potential in the high-end children’s toy department that nobody else but the T.L. cofounders had thought could be done.

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The Unquiet Mind of Trevor Lick

by David S. Ullery

2009.06.12

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“Trevor”, said AF.127.9FB v 1.0.0.13.

“What is it?”, the elderly and tired-looking Trevor grunted back to the new network.

Trevor had fresh, visible tears.

The network replied: “You should read this book. I believe you will find it interesting and useful.”

Trevor turned and looked at the title page on the paper screen appear:

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An Unquiet Mind
A Memoir of Moods and Madness

by Kay Redfield Jamison

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Trevor laughed oddly and turned away.

More tears and laughter followed darkly from a source that seemed to Trevor like an external agency playing with the emotion valves and control knobs inside his head.

At first, Trevor wondered why the network had given this information to him.  After all, that disorder (manic depression) had long ago been cured…

Trevor quickly pulled up a net search to his retina display.  The retina display was the closest thing that Trevor had to an internal technological device:

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An emphasis on innate design should not, by the way, be confused with the search for “a gene for” this or that mental organ. [ . . . manic depression…]Complex mental organs, like complex physical organs, surely are built by complex genetic recipes, with many genes cooperating in as yet unfathomable ways (pp. 34-35).

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Upon reading this, a light turned on inside Trevor’s head.  Trevor took a light drag from his oil pipe, turned all mental resources back to preparations for his meeting with Jacobal Lectomen, and smiled.

Unfathomable ways indeed!

“For the life of me, I do not see a single particle projectory, altered by the mind, where each of the mind’s particles involved in the the altering were not themselves already pushed by previous cause”

– The Altura AF7 Network

“It was statements like that, that caused you to fail the Turing Test for so long.”

– attributed to Trevor Lick

“John, while Jerry had had ‘had’, had had ‘had had’; ‘had had’ had had a better effect on the teacher”

– unknown origin. Both John and Jerry repeated it more than either “wanted” to.  Some stocks took a big dive for that.

“Choose one member from each set?”

– The first interesting machine question, Grif Lab Network, 2019.

[The details as to why that question is very interesting – coming from a machine will not be revealed here, within this blog or post; any time soon, if ever.]

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Upgrade 01A; Part II, Version 1.7

(grammar, spell check, removed 'extra words' and will continue to modify)

Author: David Saxton Ullery

♣Note: Part I is here♣

Chapter UG.01A.01.00
[Water]

Imagine relatively high speed boats for travel between SD, New LA, and SF California. They are automated, high speed, low cost, safe.

You get out of the electric jet boat at your destination. The battery packs generating all of the power are of the latest, high density, nanotube variety.

Sensors on the boat tell the processors the current location, other boat locations, temperature, wind, other weather conditions, wave conditions, passenger location, current mass distribution, direction, speed, acceleration rate, ….

Boats tend to line up like birds when they can to optimize on the drafting effect. They skim over the surface with pressurized air squeezed under the center of the bottom of the craft and rushes out the back.  The boats utilize group think strategies whenever they sense one or another. The typical “V” will tend to spread to account for current speed.

Jets of water scream out of the back of the boat in five huge jet thrusts. The top two mix water with the squeezed air. They kick in during the mid-trip cruise period. SF to LA in 53 minutes plus.

Fast enough and considerably cheaper than rail.

No private car parking fees either.

The bulk of the craft, including the passenger compartment, floats over a current of air as the craft’s bottom three engines get the boat up to a minimum speed.

The sleek design is heavily dependent on the newly available, ultra-strong composite materials, with very large, thin and dynamically controlled water wings that constantly adjust to stabilize the craft. They act as shock absorbers and the energy is fed back into the battery packs. The boat flies over foam of water, waves, and air.

The ride is smooth.

The extra surface area that can be created when utilizing nanometer-sized components allows for a fractal-like layering of material with air.  The choppy waves are absorbed by the unique structure, thus the passenger(s) inside do not feel the bumps.

Stand on the moving sidewalk and start walking in the fast lane on your left. Move over to the higher-speed sidewalk. Walk fast to get up to 15 mph in the fast lane of the faster walkway. It’s good to keep legs and heart and lungs active between transports.

The end of the walk approaches and
those not moved into the slow lane will step to the skid transition or simply over to the transition walk.

In the reverse direction, one is free to walk straight to the fast walk in a similar way. Slow walks have multiple exits to the sidewalk as well as multiple entrances and exits to the fast walk. You are very familiar with it and seem to enjoy transitioning effortlessly from one belt to the next, passing the slow and idle passengers on the way.

You exit the walk at the Space Tube station. Space craft are accelerated inside of a 500 mile, near vacuum tube over a magnetic rail system. They reach escape velocity in the most economical manner, with considerations for total mass and cargo. Human cargo is delicate. Water and supply cargo generally is not.

Other people continue on with some getting into high-speed, automated ground vehicles of various kinds. They automatically line up with one behind the other, and travel down a narrow, virtual road; very light weight due to carbon nanotube composites. They utilize group think networking too.

Toward the end of the rail, is another 20 miles of acceleration in a parabolic curve toward the sky. The tube narrows as the track ends. Of course, by this time you are much further south, than when you first started, and headed east, to take advantage of the extra velocity boost gained, by being closer to the equator and heading with the earth’s rotation.

Hydrogen plasma high-speed, strobe pulse engines kick in, from within the launch tube, so that mass need not be added to the ship. It is gently pushed from behind and the passenger seats adjust, to smooth the experience for the passengers. The timing is flawless and very fast, as high-powered lasers burst and instantaneously focus just below the craft, orchestrated by the sophisticated software systems in place. Tiny hydrogen jets are instantly converted to their plasma state by these focused bursts.

Powerful, and very fast bursts of electromagnetic energy is generated to provide power to both the lasers and the rail system. The lasers are switched on and off and so are the magnets lining the rails. Any function that can be provided by the tube system is, in order to lower the cost of extra mass on the craft itself.

Fresh, pure water rushes down the tube as the cooling hydrogen quickly combines with the oxygen in the newly supplied air near the end of the tube.

Massive amounts of pure water is collected at the bottom, just as the solar paint coating the outer surface of the tube assists in power regeneration by partially morphing its shape for optimization within parameters, as the craft exits.

As if all is connected in instantaneous triggers

Too fast for human minds alone to comprehend.

At the tube’s exit, the ship smoothly transitions to it’s ultra-light-weight rocket powered by highly compact nano battery packs capable of generating a modest, but constant acceleration rate for up to 31 minutes.

Passengers cannot help but feel smooth, but considerable acceleration toward the end of the tube, for about seventeen seconds, but it is nothing that a healthy body cannot easily tolerate.

The ship exits the tube where the air is thin. The rocket engine joined and linked with the craft at the last moment, at the end of the tube. There is always one waiting for passenger flights and the few freighters, mostly older (and always smaller) that utilize this tube.

They slide into place at the back of the craft much like a ring slides on a woman’s beautiful finger at a wedding. In either case, There is always much preparation and care in the planning and execution. Neither is taken lightly.

The linking mechanisms are very quick and dynamically adjust, test, and verify all seals before ignition.

Before the link, the bullet-like ship, with a concave curved back, forms a near seal in the tube, but leave a minuscule gap to avoid friction. The effect of the pulses is maximized in this way.

Most of the heavier, bigger freighters (at this facility) launch in a different, nearby, parallel tube, and are accelerated utilizing much larger amounts of a special hydrogen plasma-based fuel compound ignited by powerful, highly-focused lasers.

Your craft drifts directly to it’s destination with plenty of power to spare for any minor corrections that may take place, and for docking to the Station. It is a long flight, but it is comfortable when you can afford the better seats.

The craft is constantly in recharge mode once docked in the direct sunlight. The protective shields are lowered, the treated water shield is drained, and the solar paint is fully exposed on all usable surfaces. No need for this craft to utilize Station power today. Much of the craft had enough exposure during the flight to partially recharge, but only about 3% was recovered.

The public area on the Station is huge. There is a park with a small fresh-water lake. Water also blocks some of the cosmic rays. Filtered sea water is used for this purpose.

Wetware is used to help repair damage from DNA. Passengers casually rub the lotion in their hands before takeoff. You can even get some with aloe. Another lotion deactivates the wetware after returning to earth.

The Station rotates to provide gravitational substitution, so that bones do not deteriorate, but nanobots are available for monitoring and delivering calcium and stimulating bone growth. Better ingest a few to monitor, just in case. No harm done.

A spectrum exists: from human to cyborg to android to machine that stretches out with an array so large that the distinctions blur. Yesterday’s cyborg, with few augmentations, may as well be known as human today. People may sometimes effectively transition from one form to another and back again by transmitting their unique human patterns as digitized data streams.

Artificial ears replaced with new ears booted up from stem cells then augmented with more sensors that may selectively listen to other sounds of bees or whales or bird songs. Eyes with similar cycles are able to see beyond ordinary human spectrum. Progress continues on to provide the engine that feeds these cycles.

Global warming melts the ice. Sea water generates fusion power, supports sealife, generates power from the sun, absorbs carbon, and gives off oxygen.

Water is easily purified by nanotube filtration and is obtained from space tube launching exhaust reactions, glacier melt runoff, and directly from the large water plows that filter, transport, and deliver as needed. Fully automated, powered by solar and high-tech sails, these ships are true wonders. They absorb carbon from the air on their journeys between the Great Plastic Junk Heap and Africa as a kind of parallel “service”..

Valuable, protein rich fish are identified and captured by fish recognition nets. Intelligent algorithms assure ecological balance and seemingly endless supplies. Some fish are cloned and grown on farms for more efficient food resource purposes. Some end up very very far from home on plates and aquariums on outposts in space, but they often arrive as simple, light fish eggs.

Dead plankton, live plankton and other tiny sea life are utilized for their parts. The dead machines are replace for artificial purposes. Stuffed full of tiny processors.

Life is reprogrammed, rebooted, rearranged in countless ways.

Endangered species in the sea are identified by the great nets. Some are automatically tagged, others are captured alive for study and release. The vast majority of the sea creatures pass through the sensors, making up the net, unharmed.

Africa is provided with vast quantities of fresh, clean water and protein in exchange for cooperation for generating solar power and fighting world pirates, criminals, and terrorists. The war paradigm is no longer distinguishable from ordinary violent criminal tracking and capture. Targets are highly specific.

Collateral damage is minimal. There are one or two or maybe 3 victims in any year. Still too high some say.

Open source software, music, art, science, and math dominate the market. People must push buttons or talk to perform their jobs.

Sometimes, a lot of thought is required to know which button to push or command to make to the machines. Research is highly integrated with technology. Pushing a button may produce vast arrays and networks of activities and sub activities.

You arrive at the station and settle into your timeshare living space. Your online intelligent agent checked you in an deposited your last payment.

The view of the new lake made the payments worthwhile. Jacobal should be arriving soon. Chasey’s daughter was understandably anxious about her dad. She unpacked her new aerogel high heal shows to get ready to go out. They reminded her of her mom’s coffee table that her dad, the General (The Libertarian King was his nickname for a time), had accidentally smashed to bits.

Janus was tired after her two trips. She had been traveling now for three days, including the trek more than half way to the moon. The ship mostly drifts. A great deal of power was used just to launch the mid-sized craft.

Lately, water was the bulk of transport mass…

Now, there is clearly a disruption of sorts in the status quo. Everything just did not add up.

The General was clearly attacked. Perhaps Jacobal was too! Or so thought Janus.

Janus was curious about the new UG.01A install in Jacobal. Apparently it was unharmed.

Janus had remembered that one of the rebuilt units her grandfather, Trevor had been counseled by testified: “no two units are alike anymore.” and “the first decade of last century was the last full decade of relative, non-integrated, not fully automated technology – where the foundation was not in the current state -the status quo was very different.” at the disappearance hearings.

Janus never forgot the odd incident her mother had gone through years later. Even the General was involved, had met her mom and that was that. Janus was alive!

Shields of that type were so new then. Nobody could quite believe that such a technology was already available and in use.

Nobody knew back then that a mind could be manipulated by means of a tiny radio drone hidden inside of a cloak. The drone device itself was only seventeen by thirty one nanometers with the cloak only slightly larger.

She was wondering what it was that nobody knows now… today … this second. She wondered if her grandfather would know if he really is still alive. She wondered many things right now.

Chapter UG.01A.01.01
[Sex]

She was wondering what joys Jacobal would bring as their bodies join, more than what information he has to offer right at this moment, in spite of her fears for her father and Jacobal. She enjoyed dancing for him in her shoes. She decided that she must have an aerogel fetish. She was a traveler, a dancer, a pioneer, and a free thinker. No qualms and plenty of grey matter, silicon matter and sex drive to please Jacobal.

Real travel was great. It was such a joy to have that extra kick of knowing for certain that you are actually, absolutely with someone in the most direct, non-virtual mode possible. You just melt together in the most complete of ways. Virtual joining may be combined and was often fun to introduce a nice mix in. Pleasures may reach a certain peak, and soon introducing more does not add much – diminishing returns. We extend and augment and rejoice, but the wall returns, if not just a little bit further down the road. We live to enjoy again another day.

Why is it not boring?

This pleasure thing.

Repeat, Loop, Repeat again. For how much longer? To what extent?

At what point are we slaves and should we care? We have but one life. Do we not? Go with the flow! Come together right now over me!

or something like that, she recalled (some old song her grandpa liked and played for her).

The meeting place was great. Real Chopin played on a real piano with a real pianist.

Great food!

Exotic dancing was fashionable here in this little place.

Bring your own, meet them here, or one will sure to drop by if you are a single male or a single female.

Jacobal walked in, and walked over to Janus. The room was too dark for eyes to adjust – ordinarily, but those days were long gone. No more searching for ones love in a dark room, unless you turn virtually everything you own off. Janus and Jacobal liked to merge initially with augmentation off. It had a more lasting and prolonging affect on their long-term relationship. Start slow, then build up and make meetings have meaning. They both felt that the brain was the ultimate sex organ and size really did mater.

First things first today though. Jacobal transfers the protein coated digital information that details the entire processing of the merged thinking of Jacobal with Upgrade 01A to Janus on their first kiss. Janus must pause to absorb it all in. She is shocked, but still driven by her passion. There is no escape or turning back. It is best to pause before acting on this anyway. Might as well go ’till all has drained for a reasonable delay before the cycle must repeat.

This time, there will be a total of eleven wonderful days together. Or so she thought and wanted and hoped. Jacobal already had plans. She knew that from the invisible protein cap. Her eyes close, and she fell asleep. New information unfolded that neither Jacobal nor Janus could have known about. It was hidden away – a private package within a private package. Janus dreamt of fractals.

Chapter UG.01A.01.02
[Blood]

Jacobal Lectomen dreams of plans. A cloak, a sprayer, lighting adjustments, location, time, the surprise to his opponent, and a station copter – all in sync. As architect team lead and having powerful connections, Jacobal was confident that he held the advantage. The target would not be able to resist showing up.

Janus woke to find Jacobal already up, and was delighted to find a perfect, sphere of pure gold in his place on the bed, that she knew came from the ocean filters. Jacobal appreciated the technology that went behind retrieving and forming that perfect sphere. Now Janus had three of them. It was becoming interesting. Not knowing if or when another might be found there.

Jacobal just cut himself while making breakfast. He enjoyed working with eggs, cheese, green onions, garlic, a tiny amount of milk, chopped mushrooms, and sometimes salsa.

A drop of blood dripped from his finger. He was not being mindful. How could he be sure to be mindful at the critical moments in his plans? He turned the labor over to the kitchen machines, walked away and plopped down on the nearby chair. His head was buzzing with data at so many levels and he felt tired still. He thought of Janus looking at the gold sphere in his mind’s eye. He smiled. He wondered why the image in his head was so clear and real.

His finger immediately began to heal itself. It would be better by the time his breakfast was served. The equipment and furniture was still fairly minimal here, but it was adequate. It was located in the newest, habitable, civilian sector of the Station.

Jacobal would meet the representative later today. A tiny clump of 11 potential cancer cells died in Jacobal’s prostate. Zapped by a suicide nanobot wrapped in a DNA bomb. Jacobal scratched himself. Breakfast was served.

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