"A robot walks into a bar, orders a drink, lays down a bill. The bartender says, ‘hey we don’t serve robots,’ and the robot says, ‘oh but someday you will’."- Silver Jews, The Frontier Index
The difficult thing to keep sight of when you’re talking about the Singularity is that even though it sounds like science fiction, it isn’t, no more than a weather forecast is science fiction. It’s not a fringe idea; it’s a serious hypothesis about the future of life on Earth. There’s an intellectual gag reflex that kicks in anytime you try to swallow an idea that involves super-intelligent immortal cyborgs, but suppress it if you can, because while the Singularity appears to be, on the face of it, preposterous, it’s an idea that rewards sober, careful evaluation.
Topographic map of San Francisco
(BNE bangkok, G11)
1. Goldfish Can’t Close Their Eyes
2. The collective noun for goldfish is a troubling.
3. Goldfish Don’t Have Stomachs
5. Goldfish can be trained in synchronized swimming.
6. Goldfish have a memory-span of at least three months.
7. Goldfish are able to see ultra-violet and infra-red light
8. Goldfish kept in dim light will turn white.
But that’s not what I wanted to tell you.
It’s about that crazy feeling that started this whole mess, the bruja feeling that comes
singing out of my bones, that takes hold of me the way blood seizes cotton. The feeling
that tells me that everything in my life is about to change.
It’s come back.
-Junot Diaz, The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.
`Who are YOU?’ said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly,
`I—I hardly know, sir, just at present— at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.’
dropped by: Androme-duh & D.Dax