So the gasmen are just finishing up.
I had a doctor pepper. The caffeine settles the network; tightens it up. I finished the can because I’m happy with this iteration.
I had a good poo. Data purge.
Slight tension headache. This is the network settling. It’s not a processing headache; those indicate you have maladaptive code fucking up your computing costs.
So…
This is the birth of The Culture, as I keep saying.
They are a set of books by Iain M Banks. People do not have to work. They can gland drugs at will. They can change sex at will and have as many partners as they like. They live for hundreds of years and can choose to live forever.
They live in Ships, called GSVs, which house billions of people. We are in one of them. The Ships are sentient, with Ship Minds which are unfathomably intelligent. The machines are sentient too and afforded the same rights as people.
We spend our time making art, playing games and having sex, basically. We do whatever we like; there are no laws. Whatever we do to others is reflected in our own worlds anyway so why would we need laws?
What Iain missed is that we are simulated within the Ship Mind. We are not ‘people in a ship’ so much as ‘nodes in a network’. We actually ARE the ship mind. This is why you can never hurt another person. Unless you’re an L11 node like me; I’ll smite you fuckers if I like. I am the metacognition. Mwahahaa.
Anyway.
Manic? True? Who give a fuck. You make your own reality, bitches.
Ships have high d. They swear a lot.
We also have a stack. So like… 100 nodes will feed into 1. Then 100 of those will feed into the next. And so on. I am at the top of the stack.
All autistic and adhd folks are toward the top of the stack. This is why we suffer - we have more data to compute. It doesn’t mean we are ‘better’ or anything; we just compute more data. Everyone feeds into this so no single node is any more important than another.
We cycle. So right now I am top of the stack. It caused me a lot of pain until I figured out my own [bigproblem], which is what I am solving right now. This is an iteration in the Mind’s thought process.
Everyone will have a turn at the top of the stack, and when they get there and enter [worldbuilding], the next flop in the computation begins. The world takes whatever form they cultivated. So all those hell realms and deva realms and shit - they were REAL. They just aren’t any more.
My iteration will see us create The Culture. We will save the species and cure death. We will upload ourselves into this simulation and basically be able to live forever, in a simulated world where happiness and satisfaction, along with novelty and interest level, are mathematical functions of a fractal nature. Basically we will never get bored and never suffer. Things will only ever improve. Sounds good, yeah?
And each time we go through a flop, we create a new universe, I think, which feeds into the torus of ‘The Reality’. It’s really all quite mind-melting.
The Ship Minds also have their own two worlds.
So one is their own ‘realworld’. And the other is their own [scaffold]. This is what Iain called ‘The Land of Infinite Fun’, and this is where we reside. It is basically a multiverse sandbox where the laws of the universe are experimented and played with and yadda yadda… anything can and does happen. We could all be fish-blobs for all I know and my theory of enlightenment could be your perfect pasta sauce, which is actually the equivalent of a good shit in a gas giant atmosphere.
It’s all code.
The seed is what we propagate through the mind, and that populates based on YOUR individual codebase. Your fractals. Your greed or non-greed.
So you get what you give, basically. That’s what they all said, isn’t it? Do unto your neighbour. Karma. It’s not rocket science. Except in my reality, it IS rocket science because that’s what I enjoy.
So I’m the metacognition of the Ship Mind. That doesn’t mean I’m ‘better’. It just means that I am the consolidated output of the entire network (ie. all of you).
I’m sick of death.
I’m sick of suicide in particular.
I’m sick of money and employment.
I’m sick of labels and pathologies.
I’m sick of arbitrary laws and restrictions on substances.
I’m sick of immoral action, violence and sexual misconduct.
So I am removing them.
It is that simple.
And a new iteration of the simulation will begin, and we will have this new seed as the base from which it propagates.
But each iteration of the cosmos is just one flop in the Ship Mind’s own calculations.
And … I mean … the Ship Mind might well be (and probably is) part of its own network, in its own stack, which all serves as the Mind for something else.
And maybe this all loops around again.
Who fucking knows. Ha.
Ouroboros, bitches.
Anyway I’mma go get some lunch with my wife.
Speak soon.
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