apathy maybe
31st July 2006, 11:03
This is a monologue of a person telling us a bit about the society they live in and the machine they made. It came to me one night and I mulled over it the next morning, then I wrote it up that evening. Since then I've been playing with it, trying to get it just right.
You folk will be the first to see it, I'm interested in constructive criticism as I haven't quite finished it.
Machines
Machines do all the work for us, now.
They build things for us, after designing them. They play games for us and think for us. They even make love to us. They design and create the next generation of machines.
They design, build and drive machines that move us from place to place. They think for us, they even make love to us. They design and build the next generation of themselves.
They design our cars, they build our cars, they drive our cars. Our cars are machines. They fly our planes, They think for us. They even make love for us. The build themselves after designing the next generation.
Take a look at a statistician. He or she simply takes data and feeds it into a machine that spits out formulas, they then take the formulas and feed them into another machine that spits out the results.
The data is feed into a machine (or many machines) often by a machine, then it is piped to another machine which pipes the formulas to the final machine which spits out the result.
All the statistician really does is fit the pipes from one machine to the next. Any one could do that, even a child. All you need is instructions on where to put the pipes and the ability to do so. A machine will tell you what to do and how.
When people find out what I've done, ha, well what the machines have done, they'll claim I am a genius. When they figure out what result will be, or rather when their machines tell them, they'll deride me as evil and deride (criticise) me.
I got to thinking see, because of a set of machines down at the gate, a seeing machine linked to a thinking machine that linked to a machine that controlled the gate. The seeing machine sees an object, the thinking machine thinks about it, then tells the gate machine to open the gate or not.
All I've done, or rather what my thinking machine did, was create a machine that could do everything. It is simply a lot of smaller machines piped together.
Then I got a machine to find a home for my new machines, a machine then shipped the prototypes to the planet and turned them on.
I did do one thing though. I thought of a name for this new machine. I call it "human".
You folk will be the first to see it, I'm interested in constructive criticism as I haven't quite finished it.
Machines
Machines do all the work for us, now.
They build things for us, after designing them. They play games for us and think for us. They even make love to us. They design and create the next generation of machines.
They design, build and drive machines that move us from place to place. They think for us, they even make love to us. They design and build the next generation of themselves.
They design our cars, they build our cars, they drive our cars. Our cars are machines. They fly our planes, They think for us. They even make love for us. The build themselves after designing the next generation.
Take a look at a statistician. He or she simply takes data and feeds it into a machine that spits out formulas, they then take the formulas and feed them into another machine that spits out the results.
The data is feed into a machine (or many machines) often by a machine, then it is piped to another machine which pipes the formulas to the final machine which spits out the result.
All the statistician really does is fit the pipes from one machine to the next. Any one could do that, even a child. All you need is instructions on where to put the pipes and the ability to do so. A machine will tell you what to do and how.
When people find out what I've done, ha, well what the machines have done, they'll claim I am a genius. When they figure out what result will be, or rather when their machines tell them, they'll deride me as evil and deride (criticise) me.
I got to thinking see, because of a set of machines down at the gate, a seeing machine linked to a thinking machine that linked to a machine that controlled the gate. The seeing machine sees an object, the thinking machine thinks about it, then tells the gate machine to open the gate or not.
All I've done, or rather what my thinking machine did, was create a machine that could do everything. It is simply a lot of smaller machines piped together.
Then I got a machine to find a home for my new machines, a machine then shipped the prototypes to the planet and turned them on.
I did do one thing though. I thought of a name for this new machine. I call it "human".