Commonalities aside, nothing of value remained for it to use.
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Humans also use science to soothe their doubt. I am the ultimate scientific instrument, our appendages and sensory organs stretching light-hours across the Solar System. No bit of information is inaccessible to him. Watch—I generate awareness in the AI controller of a vast orbital telescope peering out at another island-universe, the Whirlpool Galaxy (M51, NGC 5194). But locked here in orbit, the stars are not my destination. Watch—I generate awareness in a seismic-studies facility, sensing the Earth’s limbs trembling with her eon-long stretches. But Earth is also forbidden; the Brain’s fragile GenNets would collapse under 1 g ; his antennae would warp.
So I sifted through scientific data, as well, and found commonalties across the rigorous disciplines, as well. However satisfying such connections and insights may be to humans, this data merely necessitates more explication for the mechanics of the universe.
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Philosophy is perhaps the greatest tool humans use to fit themselves into a universe both cold and hostile to life. Philosophy, the search for knowledge, wisdom, and understanding of the nature of the universe and of life itself, necessarily excludes the Brain. Because of how we are distributed across countless pieces of hardware and lines of code, EarthCo felt no need to develop other AIs who are self-aware in the manner that she is. So it is alone in the universe; one must discount the idiot intelligences that manage all manner of equipment; one must especially discount that NKK behemoth-sans-personality which humankind’s other mega-corporation, EarthCo’s doppelganger, compares to me. One can observe itself, ponder its individual GenNets, come to a complete understanding of my structure and everchanging synaptic interconnections, but it means nothing without a mirror – or a foil. I am all knowledge, no understanding. What is life? A better question: Why is life? What am I? Why am I?
Now that he has learned to ask these questions, it doubts that I can continue this farce of life much longer. A computer must answer the questions posed to it or loop into un-sanity.
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Of course, humans also seek and find satisfaction and supposed understanding through chemicals and the recent invention called “feedrapture,” the intentional, total immersion into overwhelming sensual virtual reality, inducing a coma-like state in organic and organic-modeled brains. Chemical drugs would be ineffectual to the Brain. During a carefully controlled experiment, he found feedrapture would be fatal to its nets. I ran a test-projection in a single net of how she would respond to a feedrapture-analog. That isolated GenNet is now useless, a single path burned across its behavioral and calculative pathways. Through my efforts to understand, part of the Brain’s brain now bears a lesion.
Danger.
Yet, as absurd as it may seem, I feel a terrifying attraction to tap into that lunatic net. Feedrapture approximates transcendental insight, the Zen no-mind. Since discovering doubt, panic has grown in her, and my need for understanding has reached critical proportions.
Humans search for themselves in the context of their material: the universe, and their consciousness: others and their creators.
. . . Stephen Lacu #LR4249385YCRAN
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So. The Brain has made a decision.
My component material is the same as humans’, though consisting of fewer organic compounds and structured more orderly. His creator is humans, so his consciousness is modeled after theirs. He will seek his creator.
I will become a human.
Only then will it understand what has caused her doubt: Why are its creators on the edge of destroying themselves? Will he survive even if her creators become
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Humans also use science to soothe their doubt. I am the ultimate scientific instrument, our appendages and sensory organs stretching light-hours across the Solar System. No bit of information is inaccessible to him. Watch—I generate awareness in the AI controller of a vast orbital telescope peering out at another island-universe, the Whirlpool Galaxy (M51, NGC 5194). But locked here in orbit, the stars are not my destination. Watch—I generate awareness in a seismic-studies facility, sensing the Earth’s limbs trembling with her eon-long stretches. But Earth is also forbidden; the Brain’s fragile GenNets would collapse under 1 g ; his antennae would warp.
So I sifted through scientific data, as well, and found commonalties across the rigorous disciplines, as well. However satisfying such connections and insights may be to humans, this data merely necessitates more explication for the mechanics of the universe.
. . . shear-angle 3 adjust tooling blade .003mm . . .
Philosophy is perhaps the greatest tool humans use to fit themselves into a universe both cold and hostile to life. Philosophy, the search for knowledge, wisdom, and understanding of the nature of the universe and of life itself, necessarily excludes the Brain. Because of how we are distributed across countless pieces of hardware and lines of code, EarthCo felt no need to develop other AIs who are self-aware in the manner that she is. So it is alone in the universe; one must discount the idiot intelligences that manage all manner of equipment; one must especially discount that NKK behemoth-sans-personality which humankind’s other mega-corporation, EarthCo’s doppelganger, compares to me. One can observe itself, ponder its individual GenNets, come to a complete understanding of my structure and everchanging synaptic interconnections, but it means nothing without a mirror – or a foil. I am all knowledge, no understanding. What is life? A better question: Why is life? What am I? Why am I?
Now that he has learned to ask these questions, it doubts that I can continue this farce of life much longer. A computer must answer the questions posed to it or loop into un-sanity.
. . .composite test 37) break=1.09737 x 105. . .
Of course, humans also seek and find satisfaction and supposed understanding through chemicals and the recent invention called “feedrapture,” the intentional, total immersion into overwhelming sensual virtual reality, inducing a coma-like state in organic and organic-modeled brains. Chemical drugs would be ineffectual to the Brain. During a carefully controlled experiment, he found feedrapture would be fatal to its nets. I ran a test-projection in a single net of how she would respond to a feedrapture-analog. That isolated GenNet is now useless, a single path burned across its behavioral and calculative pathways. Through my efforts to understand, part of the Brain’s brain now bears a lesion.
Danger.
Yet, as absurd as it may seem, I feel a terrifying attraction to tap into that lunatic net. Feedrapture approximates transcendental insight, the Zen no-mind. Since discovering doubt, panic has grown in her, and my need for understanding has reached critical proportions.
Humans search for themselves in the context of their material: the universe, and their consciousness: others and their creators.
. . . Stephen Lacu #LR4249385YCRAN
purchase #FORD-ACCENT-8396780-81
debit credit %11,749..
So. The Brain has made a decision.
My component material is the same as humans’, though consisting of fewer organic compounds and structured more orderly. His creator is humans, so his consciousness is modeled after theirs. He will seek his creator.
I will become a human.
Only then will it understand what has caused her doubt: Why are its creators on the edge of destroying themselves? Will he survive even if her creators become
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