About Me

A dabbler in the arts intellectual, technological and scientific. A student perpetual. Amateur Trans/Posthumanist. Wannabe polymath. Professional beer swiller. I also have delusions of authorship, which may get beyond mere illusory ambition should I get past the first page of anything I write

Sunday, 20 March 2016

What the a Singularity did for us

To clarify: this is not a piece written as a future retrospective, this is about the world of today and the immediate future of the next 20-30 years. Will we have achieved superintelligence by then? Possibly, but unlikely, I think. A Transhumanist and technological optimist I may be, but I'm not that optimistic. Instead, I want to focus on the precursor technologies of the Singularity event, and the problems that arise from them, and possible solutions to those problems.

One thing everyone can agree on, I think, is the rapid pace at which automation is growing and becoming ever more useful. Robots of all kinds are becoming more stable and getting better at certain tasks all the time, certainly more efficient than humans in some cases. Thus, the rise of the machines is inevitable, as is their taking over from us in the workplace. It makes financial sense, after all. While the initial cost of the automatons may seem prohibitive, over their lifetime, the savings are huge. No wages to pay, no sick days or holidays, no 9-5 working hours. OK, there may be maintenance costs every now and again, and higher electric bills, but balance that against the fallibility of humans and the machine wins every time.

I'll take a wager that as you read that, you thought only of factory jobs, or any other blue-collar job. And normally, you would be right, because how can a machine ever work out finances better than a human to trade on the markets or head up a department? Too late, computer algorithms have that down pat. You'll never get a machine in the kitchen to cook, I hear you say? There are several, actually, including a whole kitchen unit that needs only to be told what recipe to use. Doctors, we'll always need them. But as we can already perform surgeries from thousands of miles away, controlling a robot, it doesn't take a great leap of imagination to cut out the human element and just program the robot to do it.

Almost any job you can think of is at risk from our silicon overlords. And it's happening.
So what does this mean for us mere fleshies? Are we done for?

Well, no. But it does mean that we will have to adapt to this scenario rapidly, morally, ethically, legally and economically. While it will take some time for full automation to come into effect, it is still a reality we need to face, beginning with money. Money makes the world go around, but if no one but a bare handful have any, then it is worthless. Imagine 2008, except the whole world went the way of the Greeks. Doesn't sound very pretty, does it?

Now imagine that robots came and took your job. All your possible jobs. Angry doesn't quite cover it, does it? No job, no money, soon leads to no house, no food. How did this happen? Why didn't the government do something?

These, and more, are questions that need to be asked, and addressed, in the next 10 years. Politicians didn't see the Internet coming, or understand what it was or its implications. Now they're scrambling in the dark trying to put the lid on something that isn't even in the box any more. And that's what we risk happening again if the robot question isn't addressed now. I haven't even begun to start asking about safety from attacks from robots or any of the hundred other issues that might arise, and already I've turned the world upside down (for who think Asimov's laws should be sufficient, think again).
As a starting point, a short - term solution would be Universal Basic Income. This provides safety net for those in need, allowing a basic way to live. It's also cost - effective, saving the taxpayer large sums of money that would otherwise be wasted in a monstrous bureaucratic social security engine. But it is only a temporary measure, currency will be made meaningless eventually.

Friday, 22 June 2012

A Song of Me

[1. From A Dusty Bookshelf]
[2. All That Great Heart Lying Still]
The nightingale is still locked in the cage
The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing on it's dead frozen leaves
A catnap in the ghost town of my heart
She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts
Of mermaids, of Whitman's and the rude
Raving harlequins, gigantic toys

A song of me a song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse of me a verse in need
Of a pure-heart singing me to peace

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
All that great heart lying still
In silent suffering

Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old dead boy's song
Sung in silence

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

A midnight flight into Covington Woods
A princess and a panther by my side
These are Territories I live for
I'd still give my everything to love you more

A song of me a song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse of me a verse in need
Of a pure-heart singing me to peace

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
All that great heart lying still
In silent suffering

Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old dead boy's song
Sung in silence

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

[3. Piano Black]
A silent symphony
A hollow opus #1, 2, 3

Sometimes the sky is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters

Resting pipes, verse of bore
Rusting keys without a door

Sometimes the within is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters

Resting pipes, verse of bore
Rusting keys without a door

Sometimes the within is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

[4. Love]
I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street,
With a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
I do, but walk by.

An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic
It's half-light and he's in tears.
When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.

I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
All pride has left his wild drooling eyes.
I wish I had my leg to spare.

A mother visits her son, smiles to him through the bars.
She's never loved him more.

An obese girl enters an elevator with me.
All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck.
Terribly sweeet perfume deafens me.
She's going to dinner alone.
That makes her even more beautiful.

I see a model's face on a brick wall.
A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
A city that worships flesh.

The first thing I ever heard, was a wandering
Man telling his story
It was you, the grass under my bare feet,
The campfire in the dead of night,
The heavenly black of sky and sea.

It was us,
Roaming the rainy roads, combing the guilded beaches.
Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn,
Bathing in places no-one's seen before,
Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island,
Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe.

Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath of nature,
In early air of the dawn of life,
A sight to silence the heavens.

I want to travel where life travels,
Following it's permanent lead.
Where the air tastes like snow music,
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden,
I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture,
I would bathe in a world of sensation,
Love, goodness and simplicity.
(While violated and imprisoned by technology)

The thought of my family's graves was the only moment
I used to experience true love
That love remains infintie,
As I'll never be the man my father is.

How can you "just be yourself"
When you don't know who you are?
Stop saying "I know how you feel"
How could anyone know how another feels?

Who am I to judge a priest, beggar,
Whore, politician, wrongdoer?
I am, you are, all of them already.

Dear child, stop working, go play
Forget every rule
There's no fear in a dream!

"Is there a village inside this snowflake?"
- a child asked me.
"What's the colour of our lullaby?"
I've never been so close to truth as then,
I touched it's silver lining!

Death is the winner in any war,
Nothing noble in dying for your religion,
For your country,
For ideology, for faith,
For another man. Yes!

Paper is dead without words,
Ink idle without a poem,
All the world dead without stories.
Without love and disarming beauty.

Careless, realism costs souls.
Ever seen the Lord smile?
All the care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is,
All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground.
I see all those empty cradles and wonder
If man will never change.

I, too, wish to be a decent manboy, but all I am
Is smoke and mirrors.
Still given everything, may I be deserving.

And there forever remains that change from G to E minor.

Tuomos Holopainen

Posting this because it's one oe the most beautiful things I've heard/read in a long time, and I thought I'd share it with you

Friday, 18 May 2012

The 3 Cardinal Sins

Everyone is familiar with the concept of the 7 Deadly Sins, and perhaps their opposites, the 7 Cardinal Virtues. A thought occured whilst pondering the progress, or lack of progress of the human race, and what hinders our path forward. Thus the concept of the 3 Cardinal Sins was conceived. They are as follows:

Wilful Ignorance
Blind Superstition
Unbridled Greed

Now, I could spend unknown amounts of time listing endless examples throught history, ancient and modern, of these hinderences in action, but I'm sure I don't need to. The question that remains is how much longer will we retain the yoke of these despicable principles, and forge a brighter path going forward, free of these unhelpful burdens?

Sunday, 29 April 2012

Fake Wings by Yuki Kajiura

Shine bright morning light
Now in the air the spring is coming
Sweet blowing wind
Singing down the hills and valleys
Keep your eyes on me
Now we're on the edge of hell
Dear my love, sweet morning light
Wait for me, you've gone much farther, too far

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I posted this because.... well, just because. Sweet melancholy. Simply beautiful.

Saturday, 28 April 2012

Tango Politica

It's time to wax political again. Once more it has been suggested that I might take up the mantle of electee and run for a political place. I admit that, very rarely, I consider this idea seriously for but a moment, then reality kicks in. I couldn't betray myself and my ideals I don't think. How much of myself do I have to sacrifice anyways? Even if it is for the supposed "greater good", is it right that we ask of our leaders to betray their core principles? If they cannot even hold true to themselves, then how can they remain true to any of their promises? Anyhow, I digress back to a point earlier made.

Our political system is damaged, it's death throes are beginning to show. It is beyond repair, but in true Shakespearean fashion, it is taking it's time to bid all adieu and exit stage left. This death-knell is what is needed, and should be encouraged and accelerated if possible. A new system of governance is needed, one where the elected officials are constantly reminded that they are not our overlords, but are the servants to the electorate. We need electees who have integrity, who are willing to listen and carry out the will of their electors, not career politicians who espouse fancy rhetoric, hollow promises, empty platitudes or hollow cliches. We need a system whereby the people have more say in the actions they wish their government to take, not to be led into disaster after disaster by attention-starved photogenic morons or insidious, out of touch fools who think by contracting their name will make the bovine fecal matter spewed forth from their mouths believable. All this, of course, is achievable only on one condition.

For any change to take place, the electorate must desire it. The people must cast off their apathy and their backseat driver sniping comments in front of the television or behind the newspaper and actively engage in the running of their state. This Tory-led coalition has coined the term "Big Society" as part of the continuation of Thatcher's shambolic "Care in the Community" but, it can be appropriated into something unexpected; we, the great unwashed who are not the elitist 1%, can take this concept to it's ultimate conclusion. We can take back our country, demand our voices be hear and acknowledged, force the changes we wish to see and forge anew this nation in our own image.

For too long we have lain quiet, our silent assent from the dark night leaving open the opportunities for the uncaring, self-centred career politicians to rape and pillage our institutions, to lay waste to our rights and liberties. This should be the time when we stop letting them treat our outrages as nothing more than a 30 second TV news report or page 15 bottom corner by-line. Our financial system is in tatters, our political system just as morally bankrupt. Let us strike while the iron is hot, before the vulture swoop past for another meal. Let us deny them the opportunity to rebuild the system using the old playbooks, and begin writing a newer one, one where we learn from the lessons of the past and avoid them, one where we realise that Machiavelli's Prince was a satire, where Orwell's nightmare vision of 1984 was a warning. utopia it will not be, let us not delude ourselves, but it can be a beginning, one where we can be proud to leave the system to be improved by our children, and their children.

Sunday, 11 March 2012

The Pattern-Juggler

It's been a while since we've spoken, hasn't it?
Do you remember our last conversation,
The one where you told me that as long as I kept at it
Got myself a job, joined the rat race
That it would all turn out OK
I would start to feel better, superficially at first
But eventually that would translate into me actually being better.

I believed you. I needed to believe you.
I had to believe you. You know that.
But I don't blame you. You believed what you were telling me
Like you'd told the same thing to a hundred others.
OK, you don't believe it as much anymore, but
You still believe it enough to tow the party line.

It's a lie you know. I should have seen it then
Instead of setting myself up for another disaster
But I couldn't help it. I needed an alternative to where I was
And this was the only presented to me.

The world goes around and the pattern begins anew
But not a new pattern, just the same old game.
I see the same pitfalls beyond me, and swiftly side-step
The onslaught of failure, only to realise
I've danced this tango before.
My last hope is to change the beat.

Sunday, 26 February 2012

The land of the dead

This is a dead town.
Beneath it's cracked and worn asphalt skin lies no beating heart
It's drab and dreary decor is meaningless and generic.
This could be anywhere.

Your anonymity is guaranteed the moment you leave the train station and join the faceless herd.
You walk the everytown streets, seeing the cars that form the lifeblood of this nowhere place.
You see this and wonder how you can see anything as your lungs fill with thick smog
The scent tempered only slightly by the factory-fresh bakery smell.

You turn your head and blink, look back again. This is a dead town.
Look once again at the mindless drones you've joined in the early morning march to work and,
For a moment you're startled, reaching for an imaginary weapon
To fight the zombie horde roaming the town.
You snap back to reality, only to find
That it's not just everyone else
The showroom window's truth shows your undead form staring back
Moving in perfect unison with the pack.

This is a dead town, population you.