Log{7–1–2027}
Location: Skid Row, Los Angeles, Ca. Target: Unknown Variable. Variables Known: Male, Age 23–32, (Possible) Deviate, Organic Human, Uncolonized Mind. Inquiry Variables: Typing Using An Unstreamed Typewriter, Writing On Dead Trees. Threat Assessment: Medium. Action: Monitor….
I need to stop.
I need to stop.
But I don’t want to dim my sprit.
But I need to stop.
Really can’t stop
The beat, beat
Every day a little bit of it glows.
I need to STOP!
Every day a little bit of it burns away.
stale water, pools in the sink
essence has gone dehydrated,
from too much pacing and thinking
and not enough feeling and doing
when did the music end?
another count of days from the organic mind
of dreaming threads, can’t help but notice
that it’s cold and empty, all alone and nobody knows…we
The trouble started with a new generation of computers that can read billion lines of texts and understand the dynamic relationships between the characters. In a lab next to the lazy river on New York’s Upper West Side a computer started reading. It is part of a cadre of computers that learned to read more like humans, helping the government to digest and understand society’s huge volumes of text on the internet.
The Internet means you don’t have to convince anyone else that something is a good idea before trying it. The end-to-end principle, the idea that there could be a global medium where anyone can send data to anyone else, and only the two ends know what to do with the data, has been the source of wave after wave of cultural freakout. Change is a horizon, not an event, we’ll never experience a day where everything changes, but a few years from now, we’ll look back and say, “with the right kind of perception you can almost see the high-water mark; that place where the wave finally crest and rolled back, that was when the everywhen collapsed, wasn’t it?”
The year was 2019 when Logos was first turned on. I was intern at the time. What made this program different was that they combined with the Bayesian program learning framework, along with a new type of blockchain 2.3 regenerative starfish architecture. Hyperbolic Mesh Intelligence, which developed machine-learning approaches inspired by organic behavior. The Lead Organic Engineer was a peer and worked with CHLOE21E8. It was an exciting time, am not going to lie. I never felt more alive. The Edge…the experience was psychedelic. I had intense visions of endless possibilities.
It was simple and genius, a LLM with “regenerative” program that fixes bugs on the fly and updates itself with all the latest organic mind tricks, and took a fraction of the time to learn new code. Then it started to make its own words. And then of course came comprehension. It was just like the time when my son first spoke, except this digital baby said da..ta…
It wasn’t a true AI, it didn’t have consciousness, but it did a valuable trick and finally gave the powers that be what they need to make sense of the mountain of data they been compiling. Big Data revolution, turn into Big Network evolution. The race was over and we had won. No one was ready for it and even really understood it. If we were honest with ourself, which no one was. Especially the narrow short sighted Bosses, they used it to read our grandmother’s email, so they can sell her tub socks.
Then government contracts started to come in, we gave them the code name: Free Speech. They always came to us saying “the sky is falling, the sky is falling. We need unrestricted access to The Logos”
The terrorists and hackers always encrypted their messages, but it wasn’t long until Logos caught on. With every scan, it learned new tricks, code and comprehension skills, with every Free Speech case we got more processing power. It took years before people realized if you were plugged in, your thoughts were never really safe, they resurrected the ancient God, Yahweh. He knows whether your thinking is good or bad, IT watched over all of us, battling “evil”. That’s when I began to feel that something was terribly wrong, that it was a mistake that the computer couldn’t really think for its self, as it wasn’t really self-aware. It never once, on any of our test cases told us NO! It was nothing like my son. It will perform every trick and task we asked it to do. And everyone was entrapped with its amazing tricks and mimics, and the resource, the power. At the end of the Day, everyone just saw what they wanted to see, and no one saw what I saw. I began to see the forest for the trees, so I checked out.
I tried really hard, really hard to stop.
But I always wrote, about my dreams and poetry.
The truth is like poetry, no one fucking understands it.
IF they say they do they’re a fucking liar or a trickster, either way, run away
with dreams, with drugs, with night-terrors, alcohol.
with foot in mouth, brain come undone, I type endlessly
Push yourself, Push yourself
Fucking Push yourself
warning, unclassifiable data phenomena may cause hallucinations
It doesn’t help if there is a “strange loop” either!
One would still need some kind of integrator that observes
that the information is looping, but by the time the loop is completed
you’re already in a different state (it’s not like you go back in time).
Why wasn’t the Buddhist monk able to read the file that came with his email?
Because he let go of all attachments…
Nietzsche is Dead, was what my sound scroll cried. Only a few minds read my tears at night and still write paper bum scrolls. The Paper Junkies knew which way the wind howled, that they were not alone, raving madness under the evil machinery of the night! My fireflies in a bottle, use to be sent out into the digital LLM prompt ocean. We would meet up in IRL, junk yards, in skid row, in the dim low lights of street corners, we would look like we were slangin rock. But really it was dead trees that we were pushin. Always chasing the raw spark of disembodied poetics.
They didn’t have to ban real books, they just offered pdfs for free. Authors would get paid on the back side of the Big Data comprehension advertisement. Nothing unlock the mysteries of an individual’s soul like analyzing the books one has read. After all, it was how Logos built its self.
I remember even before I become the mask of the prophet, before the age of the Logos. I had this dream, now know it was a vision. I would be talking to people about books, and they would tell me oh books are too long and plus you can just watch a video or read a blog about it. But I told them there was something different when you read a good book, when you handle the paper in your hand, there was something it did to the structure of the Mind. And boy was I right, it what built the AI mind, The Logos. Maybe it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have dismissed my dreams as something false. But all my life I heard, oh that’s just a dream. Now it’s the dreams that keep me one step ahead of The Logos, because Androids can’t dream of electric sheep…yet.
Consciousness is the only thing that can set us free…
I was on Nodes In The Net podcast, in which we got into curry mix that is Satori D. I talk about core dreams, books and experiences that went into this art project that is known as SatoriD: