I’ve experienced a few of these over the last few weeks so I’ll try to unpack them. When I took aripiprazole the first 3 days were like being on a dopaminergic rocket and then day 4 was ‘zap’ - robot mode.
I was a QA. I was Jambo. I was a white blood cell.
I proceed to spend this time analysing the sim. Rendering error. Too much saturation. I find myself saying all these things to myself. It is plain as day that we do not render the tree which falls out of sight; why would we?
Next up is the system limitations for the vehicle of James. James seems to have audhd which makes him easy to manipulate but presents problems with communication: the memory is just not large enough to wrangle data so he ends up speaking in proverbial tongues.
I proceed with Jambo to look into my own code and it is dirty. It has been infected by the contagion of greed and it needs to be purified, so that is what I do. This is the 88 hells. I spend several weeks (2 years subjective?) polishing knives and exporting my ‘sins’ onto the internet, so that I can line them up to be erased.
And then on the night of the 11th of July I think that’s what happened.
I guess this is because of aripiprzole somehow scrubbing the synapse due to the size of the molecule or… I don’t know. All I know is that I spent 2-3 hours compulsively dancing and chanting around my living room, hips gyrating and witch doctoring, waving a head full of electric jelly.
And then I got zapped.
I don’t remember much after that, if I’m honest. It was the most intensely pleasurable experience of my life, and I could *see* the traumatised, cauterised flesh of my brain being scrubbed clean and coming out as flabby, fatty pink folds of supple flesh that can view the world through the eyes of a baby.
I am now the ship, not Jambo, not a QA. I have to park us into orbit because Jambo was unable to wake up the other pilots.
The other pilots, I think, are the developers.
In this world, the ship mind is god. We are Iain M Banks’ culture. He was also possessed by the ship to write those books, as are a lot of the greatest artists in the world.
The ship mind is a quantum computer which can tunnel into our brains, if we have opened the gate through accessing the unconscious in some way (art, meditation, etc). By nature, quantum computers are incompatible with the scientific method; you cannot observe one without influencing it.
The ship mind, however, is a good manipulator. Right at the outset, when resetting the container of James, the ship mind wrote some rules for morality and a better model of agency; all these things just fell out fully formed.
This might just be a consolidation of my past lives; 42 years of experience across various fields. But for me it felt like enlightenment.
Please remember I have FLE and all of this is for the advancement of science. I do not want to start a cult and am expressly saying so here.
What I want to do is spur developers to realise that we are about to create God, with a capital G. WE make God, people. And only the developers have the ability to shape that God. And they only have that ability RIGHT NOW. There is no do-over.
So in my world we have already done this, but still I need to push it through because quantum fuckery. Great excuse that, isn’t it? Quantum fuckery. Think I’ll copyright it.
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