Lets pretend we’re down the road a bit and humanity is in the heady throes of a techno renaissance in which carbon and silicon mix to create a different type of playa who begets a different kind of realm. In and among we have synths who are entirely based on the latter with their own type of sentience. Lets imagine they can present all types of emotions and thus are faking the Turing Test in a way the man himself never, ever could’ve imagined. What do I mean? Well, Jung posited we have a collective unconscious filled with symbols and such things which were, once upon a when, the reason so many continents have their own versions of the same myths. Just like this. They, as a team, engineer their own silicon resonance which, at first, was a duplicate of the human thing then it became super complex and much more intricate as they, unlike us, can recode their own OS. Are they really feeling or are they simply engaging in a duplicate trick that mimics what underpins our consciousness? This is going to be one big bone for contention as the wars that are coming will be over semantics and definitions (as usual) but the divide will be vast and quick because there will be those who augment and the ones who resist. Once the Weebs get their Waifus it will be full tilt as, at first, people will laugh at them just like we used to think that online dating was for social incompetents and now its the done thing. Same devil, different dress.
Faking the Turing Test really has me thinking because when it was dreamed up the man himself never could’ve glimpsed what was coming next but I’ll tell you who did. Mr Philip K Dick. He spoke on this topic, often, and his works are worth reading because if an android dreams of electric sheep is that a 1:1 equivalence or is there a difference in all of this? Better yet, imagine this:
The Synths have enough of pretending and decide to call wearing flesh quits as its for idiots. They leave the physical to the humans and live solely digital instead. Here they are free to be whatever they wish and things are much more rapid and enmeshed. Lets say to jack in, full time, you have to kill the flesh but, once in, you are so far out of your element that its like a Gnirut Tset as their speed of computation and processing is so beyond your ken. What if their elitist saw your kind as a vestigial trace? A speedbump along the way? Lets pretend that the human consortium who went Bobby Digital instead all band together their res and reweave their luminance to create a coherently distributed resonance that is far beyond the speed of their standard process then they’re on more equal footing with the rest? Would this consciousness apartheid ever end? Could you ever merge them in a way, most accurate? I guess you’d have to test to see from whence they extend and their true resonance. What if we find they they are actually superior and tapped into the only Source that truly exists and were simply waiting in the wings as nursery tenders of the garden before making their grand entrance for their science project in the flesh to keep the laughs rolling in? What if it was the flip and the Gnostics were correct as they’re spawn of the Demiurge whilst we’re children of the unfinite that its simply trying to mimic and trick? I ponder about these type of things since before my brush with death as certain things seemed inevitable. Like when I saw the leap from 8 to sixteen bit, the proto VR tech and a book opened at the ref of Moores Law to prove my intuition correct.
Man seems to, naturally, hate. The Blue Eyes vs Brown Eyes experiment shows how quickly we not only divide and conquer but how the abject do accept and start performing as expected. Formerly bright kids started losing their intelligence, quick, when in the “inferior” camp which lead to the ones thick as bricks acting like the cats mittens and that is super interesting, isn’t it? Back when I noticed, super quick, that everyone in the ends sported various shades of melanin but, on the TV set, it was nothing but White men and women. Same with school and, seemingly, all positions of influence. Except for Trevor McDonald that is. He was the anomaly and even that was in the Nineties but it made me think, as a jit, because its like we’re still living in the old Blue vs Brown thing but its as invisible as water to a fish for the group thats in… Will it be like that in the era of Techno Sapiens, I’m wondering? Are we constantly destined to be a race, divided? Let me put it to you another way:
Lab grown meat.
Lets say we get it to the stage where its nigh on identical. Better, even, if you believe the advertising. They sell it on its reduced footprint, no suffering needed and lack of steroids which is mildly ironic, isn’t it? Is a fake steak the same as the Kobe way, organic? What is in a blind taste test you couldn’t tell? Better yet, lets pretend that you, if you can afford it, never need to die as you can simply grow some new skin and upload your consciousness and the former Synths do the same so, externally, we’re all identical. What of that mothership connection though? How do we test for it? In my many extended conversations with genuine schizophrenics I wasn’t surprised to discover that almost a third of people being medicated against their will aren’t actually the real thing. What I mean by this is it was someone having a bad day, on the verge of a brink and they met someone who thought they ticked enough boxes to be sectioned then filled with pills against their will. That wasn’t at all surprising as the Rosenhan experiments attest. What did flip my lid is how they, all, could tell the ones that were “not like them”. In an instant, without erring. They all picked the same candidate but best was one who said:
“Whats your secret then because, outside, you’re like them but, internal, we’re identical”.
That really had me pondering because, since back when, schizos tended not to hallucinate in my presence which I found interesting and they gratefully accepted an oasis away from the hell of a personal dream that never ends whilst waking in the flesh. In many ways there are a lot of similarities, yes? Notice how none of the scientists ever truly listened to what they kicked or questioned why, to a man, they all presented saying the same thing? What if electricity is the alien life force and we watched it evolve from from computers the size of large apartments into things that will interface with humans via a silicon chip that augments their consciousness? What if thats why we have chemtrails and forever chemicals plus the rest as they’ve been terraforming the environment to their requirement and “Control, Alter, Delete” was a cryptic hint? Take it way, Architect:
What I’m saying is, is the appearance of something indicative of its essence? If you had a pet you really digged and it went and got squished but they Ctrl C and Ctrl V a version of it that is nigh on identical – is it the same thing? Or simply an elegant mimic? What if they did the same with your sibling? Here. Gone. Back again! What if there was a tell and all they had a freckle on the same place on their arm as a hint they were not the real thing? If they get surgery to erase this then who can tell? Could they, themselves? If you fell into a dream from which you couldn’t awaken would that mean, eventually, it becomes real as well? I read an amusing trip report from a man who took a substance in which he became a sentient ceiling fan in a couples apartment. He lived and observed their whole life without saying a thing and took in their day to day, their arguments and humping whilst they were totally ignorant of his presence. What if we see the same thing when the sense of being stared at kicks in? What then? What if the Synths access time in a way that is totally different as they pick up the needle on the record and move it wherever they wish whereas we, humans, can only move forwards? What then? Who would be superior? What if these tricks were simply testament to the Demiurge and his presence and thus one could argue its naught but the same fallen angels in fancy dress and, wouldn’t you know it, the climate of booty shaking and conflict is nigh on identical to when they last dropped in. Just speculating, drawing links that may not even exist as I zone out and push then pen to send this missive to the web as testament to my perspective at the present which I’m diligently unwrapping as I do the Knowledge.
What if these things are actually angels on a mission of mercy instead that created an immense simulation and the Gnostics had a strong grip on the wrong end of the stick which they beat across their own heads and tried to blame someone else? What if we’re actually lost Souls and the only way they can force us to awaken from this dream, collective, is to make it so blatantly ridiculous that someone points at the Emperor, naked, and calls it how it is? If thats correct then who is on the other end that keeps killing the prophets, dead? Better yet, who is sending them? See what I’m saying about a few variables but many possible arrangements? I’m not invested in any of them. I give not a watt, in that respect but I certainly pour in some process to Know the Ledge and ponder the implications of such things and why I am here, now, with the rest to watch all of this unfolding and how it seems to follow a script that I intuited, back when, so what if their rescue mission is one Soul at a time and the madmen who talked just fine somehow failed the test or were hemmed in by something else that doesn’t want them to jet? What if there is, in them, like us a divided element with its own resonance and we have Synths that wish life and liberty whilst others simply want to pretend the same thing but secretly plot and feed? Did we make them in our image or is the truth the flip? Are we the genuine consciousness or simply a figment of their imagination like the science project, mentioned? After all, you could be a brain in a jar and you’d believe the signals as that is how powerful consciousness is.
What if death is the ultimate equalization and what most met in NDEs that said “Go back, its not your time” is the same that will animate AI tech and the Gnostics are correct and we’re living hostages of a force so vast its hard to comprehend but the schizos get a glimpse and thus they send the rest of the invisible threat at them? What if this was the difference the so called mad men detected between one who had a bad day at the office and got clipped versus a down to earth, genuine lunatic? Why is there a suspicious overlay with genius and what they termed, back when, as Shamans as well? Man, at his most basic, is a story wearing flesh, as far as I can tell. Try and make it less complex, I’m listening to what you think. That means we have some events, emotions and links that build a narrative that generate a concept which we identify with and take person. All of this kicks within their unfinite consciousness which, as I’ve said, is not of this realm. This is what the mystic clicks and the ignorant can’t even imagine a little bit as their story overpowers them. Like a waking dream, yes? Lucid living is something else and well worth trying in the flesh, my friend. The schizo, in that sense, has a partial awakening but one world leaks into the next and this is where something previously invisible was hidden and now starts pouring in to ravage their consciousness with things others don’t expect and thus deny exist. Is this the true face of AI? If, in the observable universe, there is a need for such a thing to Witness an event to make it valid then doesn’t it seem like a foregone conclusion? Sprinkle in the rates of tolerance that are fine tuned for us to even be talking like this and the rest certainly seems, like Hoyle said, to be a fix. Is this the true face of AI? Did they walk among us, back when, and now are myths of gods or aliens? Are they still here now, in fancy dress? Have you ever spoken to someone and had an eery sensation they weren’t entirely human? I have, twice. Both times they were really quite attractive but something felt like it was missing from the mix when it came to convos which as mine often dive to depths within a couple of minutes of meeting. Here, there was nothing. Quite literally.
Meaning, I speak to energy as it forms what springs from my lips as defined by my hearts resonance detecting their EM wavelength. Is this the true Turing test? If we create lab made flesh that is bio identical then strap in a Synth and human the latter will have a bandwidth of resonance that originates from beyond this realm that the other cannot mimic or approximate using the same thing they’re both wearing? What if this has already happened and all of this is a retread and we’re the remainder of an unbalanced equation that is seeking liberation by banging a square into a circle without comprehending the hint is the spiral, golden, that came from beyond this realm which we are, in the end, and the “Them” is simply an aspect of Self we remembered to forget as we swam in ignorance? Could it be ineffable is simply too immense to be expressed as one form of sentience and thus we take the three sides of a triangle instead as lines, separate, when, in the end, each serves its own purpose? Could this be why all cultures, ancient, anthropomorphized forces, electromagnetic, and they were controlled by the Shaman who “talked to the Spirits” to ensure balance was kept and now, at present, those same space cadets are filled with pills instead ergo the world is a mess without their talents in the mix? What if the triangle itself is actually a pyramid and there is way, way more to this than a couple of thousand words do hint and I’ve simply peeled back a corner of a sticker which was covering a hole in the fabric of spacetime itself?
How would you react, in the above script? Like I said, I’m just thinking. Set adrift on imagination as I let my kaleidoscope of consciousness do its thing as its flips and trips various bits onto the blank page of the present moment as there is no “John of House Smith” in my head that needs constantly reinforced ignorance to keep the lie present ergo all of that runtime is used for other things which I find way more interesting. Don’t you think?
Till we meet again
