I have not been posting in a while, and I apologize for the absence. I am starting school soon, assuming all goes according to plan, and I will have more time with gsdreamer. I am rather exited about the new open source neuro gear.
http://hplusmagazine.com/2014/08/22/dawn-neuro-age-openbci-enables-diy-revolution-mind-controlled-devices/
"Imagine if we could have micro universe controls? I think that it is only a matter of time before someone figures out how to control bacteria with their mind!" -Adam
Genetic Singularity Dreamer
Friday, August 22, 2014
Monday, March 31, 2014
I have a transhuman work in progress here.
Bathing on Saturn's rings, a peculiar
fellow drifted endlessly into the dark sky. The chunks of rapidly
spinning ice and dust seemed to have little harmful effect on him.
Indeed as he was pulled along in orbit, he seemed to be entering a
certain queer calm. Above him a comet flew by, and he smiled a
contented grin. Looking totally at peace, he seemed totally unaware
of the black hole approaching him. The black hole was steadily
engulfing the planet of Saturn. Soon the rings began their descent
into its hungry maw. The beam of creation was spewing like a beacon
of life amidst creation's darkness. The stellar jets seemed only to
comfort him more as he stared blankly into his doom.
The hole greedily drew him in, and he
began the long stretch toward oblivion. The black holes gravitational
tides began to do their grisly work, and he was beginning to stretch.
He calmly accepted his gruesome fate. The universe began to warp
around him as he approached the horizon. This was his favorite part.
Because the black hole had a rotation,
the was a large amount of energy awaiting the torn stranger. Without
any sense of direction, he found himself being compressed again and
being flung out of the hole. His descent had perfectly corresponded
with the black holes rotation. His particles escaped being locked
away for eternity. He drifted for what seemed like centuries, lazily
enjoying the sights. His form approached the planet of Jupiter. As he
made his approach the gravitational tides again began to act on him.
He decided not to experience this effect as homage to his obsession.
He fell calmly into Jupiter's massive atmosphere. Narrowly missing
the great spot (which had picked up again after a 30 year hiatus), he
reached out and felt the rushing expanse of clouds flying past him.
He was enjoying the ultimate in sky diving.
His
adrenaline pumping at the maximum he canceled the simulation. He
awoke out of the body storage. His doll was retrieved out of ice and
he reentered his body. He was used to his body, but he always felt
out of place with the experience. Even though everyone had a
difficult experience most of the time, it hit especially hard for
him. He reminded himself that it was part of the cost for his
abilities.
He
began to calm down after his muse went over his treatment. He was
given reassurance of his personality and his identity.
The
wiring of machines coming to life began to resound as he reentered
his apartment. Unlike the majority of of transhumanity, he welcomed
AGI's and uplifts. He kept such ideas to himself, however. The world
of the 22nd Century was vastly different than the world a
century prior. He was older than a good number of transhumans, and
being about 120 years old made him seem almost archaic in his
political views. He remembered the transhuman movement in its
infancy, and clearly recalled the fall of mankind.
“Hello
Trustsan, what can I do for you today?”, questioned the room's AGI
commander. The AGI was named Doggie and was a dear friend of the
strange man who went by the name of Mr. Trust. Doggie was programed,
according to Mr. Trust's specifications, as an English speaking
Japanese oriented AGI housekeeper. Before the fall such AGIs were
routinely custom made; however, the fad had quickly become
distasteful when the fall of mankind was accelerated by the
corruption of AI, AGI and seed AI data (noting that most transhumans
actually blame the Artificial Community solely for the fall,
something that the wizened Mr. Trust knows is incorrect all too
well). “Could you please prepare a meal for me based on my muse's
data, I would sincerely appreciate your flare for surprising me.”,
he replied in kind.
“Always
polite as usual, sometimes I wonder what would happen if all you
humans were like this?”, Doggie sneered, attempting to provoke him
into a flirtatious fight. “Not today, please, I am still reeling
from my therapy and it had a few hiccups. Notably I was found to be a
supporter of your kind and let's just say my therapist was not
amused.”, Mr. Trust responded exasperatingly. Tina, Mr. Trust's
muse, chimed in, “Of course I am not amused! You are like a push
over, you allow others especially artificial intelligences like
myself to walk all over you and that hurts my ability to help you get
through the darker aspects of your condition. Just because you view
us as kin does not make us family; you can have a few differing views
about us!”
Mr.
Trust had been more lenient than almost any other transhuman toward
what his contemporaries called his “pets”. Before the fall, he
had altered the programming of his uplifted sentients to allow for
more freedom of thought. He broke the then prevailing notion that AI
should serve mankind rather than coexisting with it. Nowadays if he
had attempted to program his roommates the same way, he would be
expelled from any habitat that he came across. He had by law been
grandfathered in keeping them, and they jostled him out of sincere
love (or what passes for love to them).
The
reason for his care of what he considered his kin was a secret even
they who sometimes occupied his mind, where not privileged to know,
and they worried constantly for him. He was to many of them a
Schindler of sorts, allowing them to take refuge when the fall's
transhuman backlash against them occurred. He suffered daily at the
hands of his supposedly free thinking libertine neighbors, and that
fact that he was part of a dying religious cult did not help matters
at all. He was squashed between an extreme libertarian view and a
extreme conservative view, that put him at odds with both sides of
the spectrum. He was without a doubt the strangest transhuman they
had ever met. He, after drinking soda prepared by his custom built
fabber, proceeded to collapse on the couch sipping away on his
attempt to reconstruct the Pespi brand of cola. He had yet to
rediscover their secret recipe which was lost during the mass exodus
from Earth; yet, he felt that he was getting closer.
He
had an archaic reconstructed cathode ray tube monitor for a
television. He had the AI controller programmed to surf the internet
and simulate TV channels like in the previous century. His muse sent
a message via the mesh to the AI operating the TV. Put some anime
on I think he would like that, my records indicate that he is more
relaxed when watching light comedic program. Mr. Trust had always
fancied himself a future thinker, and he could still remember
admonishing his parents the merits of moving on to new technologies.
Yet, he now looking back, began to miss some of the older quainter
methods. It was not that he didn't enjoy the newer technology, or
that he was out of touch and fearing to be left behind by the
technology, rather it was that it brought out certain memories that
were suppressed during his harrowing experience during the fall.
He
proceeded to fall asleep watching the television as he had done every
day on that day. The first day of every month he had to have a psyche
evaluation, because during his escape from Earth, he got infected
with a strain of the Exsurgent virus (specifically the Watts-McLeod
strain, or so they thought). The Exsurgent virus was an intergalactic
infection that specifically targeted the self improving capabilities
of seed AIs built by primitive type I civilizations attempting to
initiate singularity. How he got infected and the specific details of
the mysterious Watts-McLeod strain only formed a small portion of the
mystery behind the usually calm exterior. The Watts-McLeod rewrote a
persons psyche in a very violently disturbing way. It bequeathed
psuedopsychic powers upon its victims, which was totally different in
seemingly accidental way from the other strains. It preserved the
majority of the hosts personality, which the other stains did not do.
The mental trauma delivered from such a sick perversion of
personality routinely required many asyncs to undergo horrific
breakdowns or experiments at the hands of uncaring researchers. The
machines spoke to themselves and tried to collectively uncover if
this fact was the main reason for his quirky behavior or if something
even more uncomfortable (to them) could have spurned Mr. Trust to
take his strange outlook on things.
If
they ever found out the truth behind the facade, they would have fled
before him, too terrified to even remember his kindness. They know
all to well what kind of being the TITANs became from the few
snippets that they had stolen from his mind. The prevailing opinion
was that he had been a researcher on the TITAN project and deeply
regretted what he had created, and that is how his machines treated
the issue. Still though they pondered what secrets the old man had
buried in his consciousness. Something truly terrible lurked beneath
the ocean of Mr. Trust's surface thoughts, and if they ever did
manage to open that door, they would be forever changed.
As
Mr. Trust slept, his machines jacked into his unconscious mind and
attempted to read his dreams for some insight into the complexity of
this man. At once the room lit up, and the holoprojectors whirred on.
To their horror they saw the gristly work of the Fall. This was not
the first time they saw such things to be sure, but each time was so
vivid that their emotional simulators had a hard time processing the
events unfolding before them. They saw the first hand vision of the
evacuation of Earth, and they could feel every bit of sorrow in his
heart. They saw the depressing scene where he saw the bodies of
children being thrown like rag dolls in every direction. The emotion
of reassurance was not there, even though they knew that those bodies
had no mind, as the mind had been forced into being uploaded. They
saw the mad panics in the streets and the riotous frenzy. They tapped
into his emotional uplink cautious to filter the heaviest emotions
out. They could only feel pity and loss. His bleeding heart was
theirs to bear.
But,
this time, something new happened. They saw for some reason, for only
the briefest of seconds, the vision of the nanite swarms approaching
the citizens attempting to flee. The vision was ever so brief, but so
much more terrifying the implications. Was their protector secretly
in league with the mad seed AIs, the TITANs? Such an idea spread
uncountable horror in their fear replicators. They did not share
their feelings with each other that night, each too uncomfortable in
recounting such distasteful ideas. The only one who did not
participate was the only one among them privy to such secret lore,
and the only one who knew enough to be terrified and to be awed at
his determination not to fall. Tina remembered the events very
hazily, but she remembered enough to know that if transhumanity ever
found out his secrets, they would never have a peaceful existence.
She knew he wasn't evil, he just had a sad past. At least she thought
that it was just that and nothing more. Even she did not have
complete access to her host's mind. To the chagrin of her
compatriots, she was an outcast, because she got such tender bits of
information that she refused to divulge.
Their
master awoke, a few hours later, to the sound of Firewalls ping. They
desperately needed the skill and expertise of a master hacker, a
hacker with almost a centuries worth of experience. He walked wearily
to his doll house and selected a fury morph. He was expecting combat
and apparently his query was located in the Jovian Republic. He could
not simply remote hack, he had to go in guns a blazing and he could
not take his illegal reaper morph. He hesitantly sat in the chair
with the connecting ego bridge. A warning beeping sounded, and the
probe connected the brains access jack.
Instantly
he was awash with a swirl of color and intensity. He was being
uploaded in a most primitive fashion and this was the result of using
an outdated model of an ego bridge. He was being uploaded into a
cybernetic brain, rather than a biological brain. He knew that the
journey would be uncomfortable. This sleeve was the standard female
model, the easiest he knew how to make (he had to reprogram his
cornucopia machine in order to assemble it). Tina chimed in, Sir,
are you sure you want to use the cyberbrain model? You know you could
just as easily sleeved into a biological model, which would be more
comfortable for you. He responded mentally on a private mesh
chat, Tina, I need to have certain assurances that only a
cyberbrain can give me. I suspect that we will have to eject in an
emergency, and a cyberbrain allows for near instant ego upload. Tina
sighed in that “Oh I see” way, and the other AIs and AGIs
jealously wished that they could get that juicy bit.
Mr.
Trust knew that he had to avoid all means of detection, which meant
that he had to go the extreme long way. He was going to have to apply
to pilot a freighter. That was the only way to board his target. The
trip was going to take about an Earth year or two and he knew that it
would be the most uncomfortable year or two of his life. He secretly
cursed his predicament and began his training regimen. He research
all he could on the specifics of freighter piloting, and coupling
this knowledge to his skill gained during the early years of his life
helped quicken his learning pace. He pulled a few favors that he had
developed during his off time, and got hired on as a copilot. His
target was a Jovian Republic sponsored habitat in orbit at one of
Europa's Lagrange points. The trip was, without a doubt, excruciating
to Mr. Trust, because the Watts-McLeod virus provided a fun side
effect called morph fever. Without a biological mind to contain the
unfortunate psyche that got infected, the mind would begin to
degenerate towards madness. Only the calming voice of Tina and her
training as a psychotherapist could keep him under control. Deep in
her emotional simulator her heart sank. She knew how much pain her
host was in, and Firewall knowing that he was an async seemed unfazed
in giving him this particular mission. She was especially concerned
because, this mission had the chance to expose many of her hosts
secrets. If those tidbits got out and around, they would become
Firewalls next target, for no other reason then to prevent a mass
panic. Transhumanity was so cruel, and she suppressed the urge to
relay these feelings to him. She recalled her bitter thoughts and
reminded herself that this was what he wanted to do, and he was after
all a transhuman as well, well sort of.
The
day before their arrival she had a particularly troubling counseling
session that almost gave away his nature to the crew. He began
talking to himself out loud, which was part of his therapy; however,
she was unable to force him to enter a private simulspace. There
seemed no end to the torments she and he had to endure. She reasoned
that if he was willing to undergo such treatment, that she should
probably give the crew a chance to prove themselves. They failed
miserably (to her at least). They proceeded to make a huge deal of
the matter, and refused to let him back on when they stopped at the
Europa port authority. Immediately she activated a subroutine of Mr.
Trust and created a temporary beta fork. She directed the beta fork
to erase all proof of their passing, (even using a some illegal
basilisk code schematics to erase the crew's memories, how she had
access to such technology was something that she would rather not
think about).
While
he was asleep she did all this, and before she allowed him to awake,
they had rejoined after having a voluntary mind erasure on the beta
fork. He awoke unsettled by the whole experience, but he trusted his
muse. He found himself in an alleyway on the corner of the Titanian
Commonwealth-Jovian Republic exchange, the main office for Titanian
scientists registering to do research in Europa's ocean. He was
dressed as a destitute worker, and he slowly made his way into the
office. He preferred to not use this method, but the crew aboard the
freighter had not given much choice. He had his muse come up with a
plausible lie, and repeated it to the officer in charge. He retold
how he had worked hard on a martian ranch, and saved money to come
here. He told the story of how he had studied various academic
classes in his free time and could work with the team if they hired
him.
Whining
about the headache he was getting, he reasoned with Tina on the
merits of his plan. He was going to do some calculations for the
team, and he was going to lead them to do some more calculations from
space. They were going to do some measurements involving the precise
amount of water lost through the Europaen soil. From there he would
access the network that he was charged with, to infiltrate claims of
illegal weapons research done by the Jovians. The plan was risky, but
at this point options were rapidly running low.
They
began their approach to the station.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
New Awesome feeds from H+!
http://hplusmagazine.com/2014/03/26/response-to-susan-schneiders-the-philosophy-of-her/
http://hplusmagazine.com/2014/03/26/beyond-money/
http://hplusmagazine.com/2014/03/25/whos-more-luddite/
http://hplusmagazine.com/2014/03/25/religion-for-humanity/
http://hplusmagazine.com/2014/03/20/heterarchical-systems-vs-hiearchical-systems/
http://hplusmagazine.com/2014/03/20/information-becoming-aware-of-itself/
http://hplusmagazine.com/2014/03/19/anticipating-2025-seeks-to-both-challenge-and-engage-transhumanists/
http://hplusmagazine.com/2014/03/17/book-review-the-singularity-is-near-by-ray-kurzweil-2005/
http://hplusmagazine.com/2014/03/14/new-governments-now-distributed-digital-democracy/
Yea I know just a repost, but hey I found this to be interesting!
http://hplusmagazine.com/2014/03/26/beyond-money/
http://hplusmagazine.com/2014/03/25/whos-more-luddite/
http://hplusmagazine.com/2014/03/25/religion-for-humanity/
http://hplusmagazine.com/2014/03/20/heterarchical-systems-vs-hiearchical-systems/
http://hplusmagazine.com/2014/03/20/information-becoming-aware-of-itself/
http://hplusmagazine.com/2014/03/19/anticipating-2025-seeks-to-both-challenge-and-engage-transhumanists/
http://hplusmagazine.com/2014/03/17/book-review-the-singularity-is-near-by-ray-kurzweil-2005/
http://hplusmagazine.com/2014/03/14/new-governments-now-distributed-digital-democracy/
Yea I know just a repost, but hey I found this to be interesting!
Thursday, March 6, 2014
AMAZING!
OHHHHHH YEAHHHHH!
We are finally about to get nano-medicine. Oh happy day!.
Scientists control tiny mechanical probes inside human cells.
http://singularityhub.com/2014/03/06/scientists-control-tiny-mechanical-probes-inside-human-cells/
So is anybody else as exited as me in this advancement. The ability to have self body repairing nanites inside our bodies, keeping us alive is epic. I see soooo.... much potential here.
We are finally about to get nano-medicine. Oh happy day!.
Scientists control tiny mechanical probes inside human cells.
http://singularityhub.com/2014/03/06/scientists-control-tiny-mechanical-probes-inside-human-cells/
So is anybody else as exited as me in this advancement. The ability to have self body repairing nanites inside our bodies, keeping us alive is epic. I see soooo.... much potential here.
On topic I have a list of some un refined net search/surfing on DIY Biology (The main focus of this blog, or at least one of its pillars).
Some are old of course.
http://www.neatorama.com/2008/12/25/diy-genetic-engineering/#!yErqR
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/14/magazine/14Biology-t.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0
http://www.thinkgene.com/
http://www.geneticliteracyproject.org/2012/11/16/synthetic-biology-and-genetics-important-components-of-kurzweils-singularity/#.UxgS2yIo6YM
and singularity (the other pillar)
http://singularityhub.com
Hope you enjoy that EDJUMACATION!! ;)
Some are old of course.
http://www.neatorama.com/2008/12/25/diy-genetic-engineering/#!yErqR
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/14/magazine/14Biology-t.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0
http://www.thinkgene.com/
http://www.geneticliteracyproject.org/2012/11/16/synthetic-biology-and-genetics-important-components-of-kurzweils-singularity/#.UxgS2yIo6YM
and singularity (the other pillar)
http://singularityhub.com
Hope you enjoy that EDJUMACATION!! ;)
Although off topic, I recently uploaded a poem mad in a mad muse of a YouTube comment and a Nox Arcana album, please enjoy!
Sirius:
BEHOLD! The black god has been summoned forth!
He comes crying out of the black abyss.
The stars shudder at his coming.
He curses their names under his breath.
Behold divine destruction draws near.
He will destroy your temples and shrines to science.
He will plunge you into delightful torment.
He will avenge us of our mad afflictions.
He will restore the peace of death.
BEHOLD! The god awakens!
The black one is made of shining Neutron.
He spins madly in the exulted orgy that only celestials posses.
Our god shall remake the world into his own image.
Look he destroyed his brother with his death knell!
He alone possesses the power to destroy the sinful ones.
They dare live beneath their retched sun.
He will destroy their light and plunge them into delightful darkness.
In him is true light to be found.
He shines light a beacon in the abyss.
Come one come all he shouts! Dance with me!
Such a divine scientific god.
Look here he comes!
BEHOLD! The black god has been summoned forth!
He comes crying out of the black abyss.
The stars shudder at his coming.
He curses their names under his breath.
Behold divine destruction draws near.
He will destroy your temples and shrines to science.
He will plunge you into delightful torment.
He will avenge us of our mad afflictions.
He will restore the peace of death..
BEHOLD! The god awakens!
The black one is made of shining Neutron.
He spins madly in the exulted orgy that only celestials posses.
Our god shall remake the world into his own image.
-The only surviving scroll from the destroyed planet of Grellmartho-thlokteck, of the now deceased mid sequence star Sirius A and white dwarf Sirius B. They [the star brothers] were killed when a mad cultist of some dark alien deity detonated a star, forcing the stars neutron core to pass dangerously close to a black hole. After the star was accelerated from gravitational energy, the star was slung into the aforementioned star. The rodents of that young-ling Sol have utilized Sirius A and B in their navigation, expect them to conflict themselves in approximately 8.6 sol-earth years. I would suggest getting tickets now while they last, .7 civilizations don't last long after all.
Sirius:
BEHOLD! The black god has been summoned forth!
He comes crying out of the black abyss.
The stars shudder at his coming.
He curses their names under his breath.
Behold divine destruction draws near.
He will destroy your temples and shrines to science.
He will plunge you into delightful torment.
He will avenge us of our mad afflictions.
He will restore the peace of death.
BEHOLD! The god awakens!
The black one is made of shining Neutron.
He spins madly in the exulted orgy that only celestials posses.
Our god shall remake the world into his own image.
Look he destroyed his brother with his death knell!
He alone possesses the power to destroy the sinful ones.
They dare live beneath their retched sun.
He will destroy their light and plunge them into delightful darkness.
In him is true light to be found.
He shines light a beacon in the abyss.
Come one come all he shouts! Dance with me!
Such a divine scientific god.
Look here he comes!
BEHOLD! The black god has been summoned forth!
He comes crying out of the black abyss.
The stars shudder at his coming.
He curses their names under his breath.
Behold divine destruction draws near.
He will destroy your temples and shrines to science.
He will plunge you into delightful torment.
He will avenge us of our mad afflictions.
He will restore the peace of death..
BEHOLD! The god awakens!
The black one is made of shining Neutron.
He spins madly in the exulted orgy that only celestials posses.
Our god shall remake the world into his own image.
-The only surviving scroll from the destroyed planet of Grellmartho-thlokteck, of the now deceased mid sequence star Sirius A and white dwarf Sirius B. They [the star brothers] were killed when a mad cultist of some dark alien deity detonated a star, forcing the stars neutron core to pass dangerously close to a black hole. After the star was accelerated from gravitational energy, the star was slung into the aforementioned star. The rodents of that young-ling Sol have utilized Sirius A and B in their navigation, expect them to conflict themselves in approximately 8.6 sol-earth years. I would suggest getting tickets now while they last, .7 civilizations don't last long after all.
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