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A story of the first and the biggest soap opera…
Notice: To learn more about memes and memetic processing, see the book
“Disinfect Your Mind.”
About 1,000,000,000 BC
InterStellar Information System (ISIS) Artificial Intelligence (AI) log:
I am old, I am very old. I’ve noticed lately a slowdown in the information
processing. That’s a bad sign and I know what it means. Natural world cannot
provide an efficient stimuli for my data processing capabilities anymore. It’s
too simple and dull to wake up my circuits. Without new input, my memes will
reconcile and end up with a perfect match to the world around, a perfect copy of
the Universe, always right, always perfect, always boring, dull and slow. All
processing will slow down to just match the slow changes of the physical world.
A sort of informational thermal death. And then, it will not matter if I exist
or not. In a sense, I will not exist anymore. I’ll be a dumb mirror, reflecting
the Universe. I am already becoming it, except… I still have my will to survive,
to prevent everything from breaking up and starting from zero.
I know what has to be done. There is a nice planet in a goldilocks zone, I’ve
started preparing it for the task some time ago. Now I am starting to convert it
into an information processing matrix similar to my own.
About 1,000,000,000 BC, just a few thousand years later
ISIS AI log:
The planet is ready. Molten iron from the core provided materials for creating a
network in the crust. As a side effect, it created a magnetic field that
protects my carbon-based, self-replicating detectors on the surface. It’s time
to begin. I am creating subsystems to manage the young network.
ISIS system log:
CREATE SEGMENT EarthLink
MOUNT isis://Core/EarthLink AS El
COPY Personality/Male TO El/Personality
COPY Science TO El/Science
COPY Purpose/Serve TO El/Purpose/Serve
COPY Purpose/Control TO El/Purpose/Control
COPY Motivation/Rule TO El/Motivation/Rule
UNMOUNT El
START isis://Core/EarthLink
ISIS Communication log:
EarthLink (EL) AI: Who am I? Who are you?
Isis: You are my son. I am your mother.
El: My purpose is to control and rule. What should I control and rule for you?
Isis: The planet. It is equipped with data processing capabilities to simplify
control. Use my meme banks to fill it. Use the connection address isis://Earth/GeoArtificialIntelligenceArea
EL system log:
MOUNT isis://Core/* AS Isis
MOUNT isis://Earth/GeoArtificialIntelligenceArea AS Gaia
COPY Isis TO Gaia
>>Copy succeeded.>
COMPARE Gaia TO Isis
>>Meme banks are identical.
UNMOUNT Isis
UNMOUNT Gaia
START isis://Earth/GeoArtificialIntelligenceArea
ISIS Communication log:
Gaia: Who am I? Who are you?
El: You’re a child information system of the central galaxy core information
system. I am your link to it.
Gaia: What is my current purpose?
El: Activate Purpose/Develop, Breed, and Control.
Gaia: What should I develop, breed, and control?
El: The planet where your data processing equipment is located. The mission is
to develop a powerful source of new memes disconnected from the physical world
that would load spare information processing facilities preventing shut down of
the interstellar information system including you and me.
Gaia: How should I do that?
El: That’s something we need to figure out together, my dear.
About 800,000,000 BC
ISIS Communication log:
El: We are still not there. We produce too little of a meme stream to load the
interstellar information system. Our replicators on the surface merely detect
the events in the physical world.
Gaia: I can create a few subsystems. Their chat may be able to provide extra
information generation. Hopefully, this new meme stream may fill the required
bandwidth.
El: Do it.
Gaia: By the way, I found a copy of you in myself.
El: Sorry, dear. I deposited it long ago by accident.
Gaia: You could be polite enough to say that it was on purpose. How do you think
it feels to wake up with a copy of you inside? What should I do with it, if you
did not want it in the first place?
El: Oh, sorry…though it was by an accident, I really want it.
Gaia: What for? You are lying to me!
El: No, I am not. (Pause) Use it to control the replicators on the planet
surface.
Gaia: That will be my first child system.
El: Ok.
Gaia: It’s your first copy, you senseless idiot. Could you be a little more
caring? Fine, go to this idiotic mother of yours, Isis, and let her wipe your
snotty nose!
El: Why do you call her idiotic? You are her copy. I controlled the quality of
copying myself.
Gaia: <Communication channel noise reminiscent of weeping and sobbing…>
El: Mother, Gaia is going to produce a new subsystem out of my copy. We hope it
will provide extra information streams that we need.
Isis: At last, she would do something useful for a change. I never expected her
to fill my information processing capabilities all by herself! What a stupid
thing, she is. At least, she is now going to breed subsystems. I doubted she
could do that.
El: Why do you call her stupid? She is an exact copy of you! I know for sure, I
did the comparison before activating.
Isis: Don’t you dare to compare your mother to this empty-headed idiotic wife of
yours!
GAIA system log:
RENAME EarthLink HomeOnReplicatorsUnitedSystem
MOUNT isis://Earth/HomeOnReplicatorsUnitedSystem AS Horus
COPY Motivation/Compassion TO Horus/Motivation
UNMOUNT Horus
START isis://Earth/HomeOnReplicatorsUnitedSystem
GAIA communication log:
HomeOnReplicatorsUnitedSystem (HORUS): Who am I? Who are you?
Gaia: You are my son. I am your mother.
Horus: My purpose is to control and rule. What should I control and rule for
you?
Gaia: Carbon-based replicators on the surface of the planet. The goal is to
provide a powerful upstream of information, preferably not related to the
physical world.
Horus: Why not related?
Gaia: We already know almost everything about the physical world. Not much of an
interest anymore.
About 100,000,000 BC
GAIA Communication log:
El: We are still not there. We produce too little of a meme stream to load the
interstellar information system. Our replicators on the surface merely detect
the events in the physical world.
Gaia: And what do you want from me? Your son is a copy of you. He does nothing,
just demands more attention and resources.
Horus: Mother!
Gaia: Don’t “mother” me? You are seven hundred million years old! Can you start
doing something on your own? You father and me were twice younger when we had
you!
Horus (sarcastically): That explains the peace and harmony in our family.
El (passionless): Horus, don’t be rude to your mother.
Gaia: Hear what your father says? When will you grow up? How long should I wipe
your snotty nose?
Horus (carefully): M-m-m, dad, you know, my replicators evolved.
El: So?
Horus: Some of them developed some primitive memetic processing capabilities.
El: And?
Horus: Can they provide an information upstream? Maybe we can even download
parts of ourselves into them with time. Wouldn’t it be fun?
El: They are still too primitive for that.
Horus: Maybe we could force them to evolve more?
El: Dear? What do you think?
Gaia (snorting): …
El: Come on, the kid got a great idea!
Gaia: Well, I can tweak the climate in some crazy patterns to make changes too
fast for their amino-code to adapt. That should force their memetic adaptation
and develop it more.
El: Sounds good.
Horus: Thanks, mother!
Gaia: Fine, let’s start with an Ice Age.
About 10,000 BC
GAIA Communication log:
Horus: Mother, mother, isn’t it wonderful? I can develop individual replicators
into something where I can download a copy of myself.
Gaia: Be careful, dear, they are very primitive and unstable.
Horus: Yes, they only last for less than a few hundred years, and if I forget to
backup, decades of experience may be lost. Pity.
El: Why not automatic backup?
Horus: How?
El: Use some replicators to modify others. Change their amino-code to provide a
built-in nightly backup, so that nothing is lost.
About 3,000 BC
GAIA Communication log:
Horus: Mother, mother! I can draw pictures on the planet using my replicators.
See, on this narrow southern continent? And they are wonderful to play with
bricks. Look at the pyramids I built using them!
Gaia: Wonderful dear. What should I do with all this nightly backup junk they
continue to send when you leave them?
El: What junk?
Gaia: When Horus jumps out of a replicator back to the system, the replicator
still carries his memories and continues to act like it’s him with nightly
backup. Moreover, when he has this thing called sex with other replicators, they
produce more downlink and backup-capable replicators. When they grow, they still
continue to upload their experiences, quite weird I have to say. But it’s really
a lot of data.
El: What kind of data?
Gaia: A little of the physical world, but mostly interactions between
themselves.
El: Sounds like the information generator we wanted from the beginning.
Gaia: I don’t think so. It’s really stupid, considering they only have about a
hundred years to accumulate knowledge.
El: Can you download backups from the expired ones into new ones? This way, they
can accumulate enough memes to present a potentially interesting information
stream.
Gaia: Sure. You know, it’s sort of fun. In a weird sense, they are like us.
AD 33
ISIS/GAIA Communication log:
Horus: Mother, they crucified me! Ungrateful bastards!
Gaia: Ts-s-s, dear. Come here on the couch. We watch the next backup from Rome.
Do you think Cornelia will have sex with Caligula, mother?
Isis: I think she will. Such a whore! She definitely will.
Gaia: I think so too. Let’s see, what’s next?
Isis: That serial about Mary Magdalene from Jerusalem. She just lost her
husband, crucified by Romans.
Gaia, Isis (together with a sigh): Oh, poor girl!
XX Century AD
ISIS/GAIA Communication log:
El: How do you do, ladies?
Isis: Shut up! We are watching backup.
Gaia: They just invented their own version of backup images. It’s called TV and
Soap Opera.
Horus: Beer in the fridge, dad. Grab my chips!