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"Where have the jokes gone?" You may ask. "Where is the vindictive appraisal of society and its misgivings? Where is the honest reflection and where are the bloody fake news?"
A while back, I responded to what I deemed unnecessary demand on the part of my friend to return to a more personalised version of a blog when I began experimenting with fake news - with a parody entry of myself using profanity not usually heard in this continent in the entry otherwise known as I, Rewarp.
After all, this was my, MY, part of the world that I was devastatingly proud to call my own. To write as I please and to hell with what others thought. I refused to cater to the whims of my audience and to write for my own pleasure.
The irony was, my audience began enjoying and even welcomed my new direction. Eventually, I fell into my own proverbial trap, eventually writing what I thought would please the readers.
People grow and change, and I eventually grew tired of the fake news medium, finding that little change regardless of my work, however funny or thoughtful. The year barely begun when Innocence blew away the pretensions that shrouded my consciousness. I begun to look at the world in a different manner.
I began to analyse the way I interacted with the world at large. How the simple slip of a few chosen words like "I will be a celibate for life" influences the nature of interaction between individuals.
I realised, the further I distanced myself from life, the more of it I saw.
I belonged to the world, I helplessly beheld in awe.
If I ever held it in disdain,
I only need to remember, it was here before.
I began to prune my philosophy and thoughts accordingly. For a very long time, I observed I didn't need gods to protect and guide me, and thought the same rule must apply to everyone else. I concede defeat in this opinion.
I don't need gods, but most of humanity does. After all, human punishment only goes so far, and is subject to the caprice of human laws and lawyers. There is no legal respite after death, as the ideal soul finds sanctuary in the heavens while lawyers go to hell. A sin is no wrong, it is damnation.
In lieu of this development in my hideously limited mental capacity, I found myself hoping gods do exist. And then, an epiphany!
Humans are Gods.
We have created life.
What is life?
Then the programs grow, not just in number, but in variety. They consume energy, more and more of it with every passing generation. If you plugged in an Apple 2 into any household socket today, it would most likely explode in a shower of melting plastic and glass.
They changed beyond recognition, leaving behind the detritus of obsolete parts. They became specialised.
So far in this retelling of computing history, humans still input the changes, like gods with malleable dough, we write our aemaeth on the clay to create artificial life to serve us. But arguably, this A.I., as we continue to call it, has fulfilled all six criteria for life, just in a form we may not comprehend.
Consider the computer virus. Unlike the Pakistan Brain, today's viruses can perform multiple tasks simultaneously, besides performing numerous acts of vandalism and theft.
Their coding is now so advance, they actively make choices to preserve themselves. Some even change and add strings of code from the machines they infect to become stronger, tougher, more resilient.
Is this a manifestation of life?
"No, God forbid!" You may argue.
Though if you think about it, isn't that how you live? By following the rules enshrined in tablets, scriptures or books defining the do's and don'ts.
And like me, even if you don't, those same rules contain punishment, retribution for those who defy the fundamental laws. Abnormalities which will eventually spiral out of control, just like the Muslim extremists.
Disturbing isn't it, to consider we may be Gods without realising it,
Then to see, we may be nothing more than creatures made to service feet.
"Where have the jokes gone?" You may ask. "Where is the vindictive appraisal of society and its misgivings? Where is the honest reflection and where are the bloody fake news?"
A while back, I responded to what I deemed unnecessary demand on the part of my friend to return to a more personalised version of a blog when I began experimenting with fake news - with a parody entry of myself using profanity not usually heard in this continent in the entry otherwise known as I, Rewarp.
After all, this was my, MY, part of the world that I was devastatingly proud to call my own. To write as I please and to hell with what others thought. I refused to cater to the whims of my audience and to write for my own pleasure.
The irony was, my audience began enjoying and even welcomed my new direction. Eventually, I fell into my own proverbial trap, eventually writing what I thought would please the readers.
People grow and change, and I eventually grew tired of the fake news medium, finding that little change regardless of my work, however funny or thoughtful. The year barely begun when Innocence blew away the pretensions that shrouded my consciousness. I begun to look at the world in a different manner.
I began to analyse the way I interacted with the world at large. How the simple slip of a few chosen words like "I will be a celibate for life" influences the nature of interaction between individuals.
I realised, the further I distanced myself from life, the more of it I saw.
I belonged to the world, I helplessly beheld in awe.
If I ever held it in disdain,
I only need to remember, it was here before.
I began to prune my philosophy and thoughts accordingly. For a very long time, I observed I didn't need gods to protect and guide me, and thought the same rule must apply to everyone else. I concede defeat in this opinion.
I don't need gods, but most of humanity does. After all, human punishment only goes so far, and is subject to the caprice of human laws and lawyers. There is no legal respite after death, as the ideal soul finds sanctuary in the heavens while lawyers go to hell. A sin is no wrong, it is damnation.
In lieu of this development in my hideously limited mental capacity, I found myself hoping gods do exist. And then, an epiphany!
Humans are Gods.
We have created life.
What is life?
- Living things need to take in energy
- Living things get rid of waste
- Living things grow and develop
- Living things respond to their environment
- Living things reproduce and pass their traits onto their offspring
- Over time, living things evolve (change slowly) in response to their environment
Then the programs grow, not just in number, but in variety. They consume energy, more and more of it with every passing generation. If you plugged in an Apple 2 into any household socket today, it would most likely explode in a shower of melting plastic and glass.
They changed beyond recognition, leaving behind the detritus of obsolete parts. They became specialised.
So far in this retelling of computing history, humans still input the changes, like gods with malleable dough, we write our aemaeth on the clay to create artificial life to serve us. But arguably, this A.I., as we continue to call it, has fulfilled all six criteria for life, just in a form we may not comprehend.
Consider the computer virus. Unlike the Pakistan Brain, today's viruses can perform multiple tasks simultaneously, besides performing numerous acts of vandalism and theft.
Their coding is now so advance, they actively make choices to preserve themselves. Some even change and add strings of code from the machines they infect to become stronger, tougher, more resilient.
Is this a manifestation of life?
"No, God forbid!" You may argue.
Though if you think about it, isn't that how you live? By following the rules enshrined in tablets, scriptures or books defining the do's and don'ts.
And like me, even if you don't, those same rules contain punishment, retribution for those who defy the fundamental laws. Abnormalities which will eventually spiral out of control, just like the Muslim extremists.
Disturbing isn't it, to consider we may be Gods without realising it,
Then to see, we may be nothing more than creatures made to service feet.
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