The Wildcat Ultrashort Science-Fiction project

new entry in My Sci-Fi Ultrashorts, project, enjoy the ride..

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   To be continued.. - Part of the Ultrashort Project    - “The hunger of a dragon is slow to wake, but hard to sate.” ― Ursula K. Le Guin   “No dragon can resist the fascination of riddling talk and of wasting time trying to understand it.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

.. A reminder: Editors note: The Trans – Luminal mail archives Trans Luminal mail is a repository of letters written by unknowns to unknowns, these letters carry no valid destinations and no convincing authors, these are simply fragments of impossible conversations, dialogues and monologues, treated as pieces of an indefinite puzzle which purpose we do not know and goal we cannot conceive, these letters are found in the trans luminal archive, riding the subspace flow and having no particular order, we do not touch the content of the letters, and we long ago stopped trying to make sense of them, we extract them, we publish them and we hope that if you are a destination or indeed an author of one or more of these letters you can take benefit from their archiving. We also realize that though some of these letters carry a sense of intimacy and may in fact make sense only to their recipients and originators, these nevertheless might help others in their quest of comprehension. In the old annals of humanity there used to be a tradition of embedding treasures of wisdom in hidden locations so as to be readily available at the appropriate time for the appropriate person, these so called Termas, had as a rule a tendency to be written in the past for future generations, the letters of the trans luminal archive however, have no such disposition and have in fact been written at different times and spaces configurations, some of which are from the future to the past, some from the past to the future, some come from parallel time lines and therefore need be understood as concomitant but in different dimensions of space, whilst others yet have been written in the same space but in different factors of time, other letters still are probably from interweaved subjectified spaces to which we have no access, the information however we deem to be accurate. We have no idea and no theory that explains how these writings have found their way to the trans luminal archive, we know that information can be propagated in faster than light speeds and though we presently cannot do so ourselves we do have the capacity of extraction, hence the Trans Luminal mail archives project. We believe most of those letters to be written by sentient beings most of which belong to the human species, at least in as much as we can discern, however some of the letters that will be published have certain neologisms and idiosyncratic usages of language to which we have no context and thus do not assume human origination, though sentiency can be perceived. For the purpose of retaining the anonymity of times and spaces we have edited the only identifying code of light cone time stamp, the removal of such was made in accordance with our charter of extraction and publication. The letters are for unrestricted utilization and thus are to be considered as under sentient public domain. The Editors, The Trans Luminal Mail Archives (TLMAP) ... (The TLMAP is a new Sci-Fi project that aims to complement the Ultrashorts Project.)

Aldebaran The fiery forge of an emotional vision – embedding and expanding, widening and brightening the fierce challenge of becoming a constellation (of impossible States). *(From: A dictionary of impossible places – alternate realities made simple, second electrolight edition January 2039. P 89 paragraph 4) … Obviously I could have become nothing, I could have and maybe should have, but I didn’t, instead I packed my terrible questions and my inner ballads, I detached myself from the vortex of immediate play and headed for Aldebaran. I cannot tell you what happened to me in Aldebaran, not because it is a secret, I know I exist in a universe that holds no secrets, but because I am still recuperating the bits and pieces of many old selves that used to represent me, that are no longer valid, and processing these into a new form of self description. Like all new forms, I still need to create the language of description, adequate and adaptable that will permit my essentiality to become materialized at this time. I can however permit the algorithm of my language procedure to re-conceptualize itself momentarily for one purpose only, to convey to you my dear friend, not what happened to me but what could become of me, if all goddesses of fortune and all alternate reality foresights, those that randomly assign functions and properties, to time,to space,to substance, work as they should. I wish to tell you this because it gives me hope, no, not for me, but maybe for us all. I know how you will think of this, you will tell me that once again I am cheating death, but the truth is, that I no longer consider death an issue, not as you might assume because death is unimportant but simply because after my inception in Aldebaran, death does not make sense as an independent entity. My language is changing, transmuting, and becoming fluid, malleable, flexible, plastic, and authentic. It is not only that the exotic sounds of my bio-mimicry language procedure reflects the song of my desire, it is the tune that has somehow become harmonious and finally, yes finally, pleasing to my domain of existence. The pursuit of my yearnings and the quest of my longings have quieted into a contained storm, an incomplete rhizome of openings, allowing my tempestuous senses to be directed unto ascension. Aldebaran has clarified my mind, destroyed my delusions, and unpacked my illusions, granting me the interdependence I longed for, allowing me originality. Aldebaran forged me, playing and plying me a thousand times over into an elegant blade of passion, a thread so fragile that nothing can upturn, the fiber of my beingness woven unto time without end. I was free before, but now I know why and what to do with this freedom. Aldebaran directed my constellation of becoming, providing my aims with the boundaries of love indispensable for an open future, necessary for my self-revolution, for my sense of naturality. One cannot deserve Aldebaran; one does not enter Aldebaran because of merit, Aldebaran folds and unfolds into existence according to the needs of the circus of latent probabilities. To verify the veracity or pointlessness of Aldebaran one needs only to remember Panta Rei (1). Not because of the flow, of course not, not even because of everything, but because Aldebaran applies a pressure of multiplicity that resolves a thousand flows into as many openings, entrances and exits. In this sense Aldebaran is a fertile ground for growing multiple pathways, I could call it a new kind of hub for converging flows, allowing new forms of future histories to come forth, but I will not, I will however recount to you a story I have heard on my way out.. It is whispered that at some point of bifurcation a storm brew in the constellation of acceptance, they say that when the storm was about to hit a wise old name, aptly called ‘pat the fool’ originated an undertaking to delegate beauty after the facts, resulting in the sense of interdependent uniqueness. It so happened, or so they whispered to my non-innocent ears, that only when the unique interdependence characterized itself as an unconstrained liberty, did the advantage of beauty shine. They also say that this was the sign that Aldebaran waited for and thus was finally open to business. I must say that I have no knowledge as to the genuineness of this story, what I do know however is that Aldebaran might be a gentle cauldron of emergence, from which I just returned, more fiery than ever. I am, I believe at the crux of a new paradigm, an intersection of the old and the new, I am, maybe now, possibly ready to meet you again. Just give me a moment to order my sense thoughts according to your impossible demands. —

“There is neither a materialization of thought, nor a spiritualization of language; language and thought are only two moments of one and the same reality.” Maurice Merleau-Ponty, The Specter of a Pure Language, translation by John O’Neill Prologue She came from the order of beyond.. and .. Of course she was bored, how else could it be when she was the one who knew, well, if not everything there is to know, just about. The reason she was bored was simple, she felt she could not be compromised, but the world wanted her to. She didn’t, she never will, she was bored because the world kept on asking her to compromise. The demand was boring, her response obvious, natural, almost ontological. Yet, having the presence of the spirit of the multiverse dialoging within itself, knowing the necessary condition of holding multiple viewpoints simultaneously, her primary interest was the creation of common meaning. Thus she sat and devised the sense of overcoming the limits of her acceptance, a strategy that was to change everything. She gave birth to the new Duende. A watershed of sensation The hot oven of her pantheistic mind, a watershed of sensation, produced much more than philosophy, she was creating odd and quite dormant insights into the nature of ascension. It was a capacity she was developing as other sources were dismissed as irrelevant. The evidence however points to her unique love and feel for the other’s self pride. She defined a simultaneous love on account of her impossibility of loving alone. In dire need of creating a cure for her love she invented that which not only freezes the pain of being in this world but also that which might bring a utopian state unto her mind. She was highly adept at re-inventing the storytelling device in her demanding fashion. She knew that no substance could be its own cause, not only because essence cannot be conceived as existing, but primarily because substance couldn’t be defined without limits. Thus her demanding fashion was the irrefutable story of limits as the logic of consistency, not only about the world but also more particularly about her love. According to her extended mind, the process of her reason was a love of limits, that was just as necessary as the substance itself, one could not in truth exist without the other. The way she chose to embed the ontology of her story was by conceiving the attributes of limits, as the characteristics of her love, hence her substance, though undefined, was free to be. This thought brought her to a certainty about the supreme beauty of the undeniable nature of limits. In this she was able to bring the concept of limits upon her own love as the very defining feature of the essence of mind. Or the substance of mind.. Necessarily she needed to defend the apparent inconsistency in her vision of what will constitute a love that cannot be broken through, she did not presume, she accepted the limits. Indeed she insisted on limits as a necessary naïve form of realism, her solitude the only manifestation of her connectivity. For she knew that philosophy is not about the love of wisdom, it’s about the limits of her love, her insistent passion for a criterion of beingness that cannot be dissolved nor corrupted. That is when she lost the arrogance of her youth. For she realized that she needed to explain the limits of her love by extending the substance of she into a multiple singularity. When she explained to them how her limits manifest, he was flabbergasted. Of course he knew about the game, being a player himself, nevertheless she was the myth in action and theirs was an untenable position. She said: “The game is rigged, but of course, that is not news. The game is flawed, obviously, a non-issue. The doors of perception are only slightly ajar, our free-willies are maybe good enough to >choose> Pocahontas over Bieber Barbie.. “ T-He-Y quoted Oscar Wilde, (from: An Ideal Husband) “Do you really think … that it is weakness that yields to temptation? I tell you that there are terrible temptations that it requires strength, strength and courage, to yield to. To stake all one’s life on a single moment, to risk everything on one throw, whether the stake be power or pleasure, I care not there is no weakness in that.” They paused the game and looked at her She said: “ You may think me hard and unkind, tough and cynical, that might appear so, I grant you that, but let me tell you this, our future will be lost without a self imposed limit, though the limit is not on our love, but on the extent of our singularities, for substance demands direction.” What she knew: She knew that Garcia reflected upon the reason of being in the world as an uncomfortable proposition, she knew that this was not the best of all possible worlds, she also knew however that to be a living poetic machine, a process can never be stopped and must be allowed to complete its cycle before it can be reported to it’s core of origins. She knew that sweeping generalizations are exactly the fashion by which the truth of the matter becomes the matter of the truth and thus creates the pitfall from which no love can rise. She knew that the experience of being cannot be left untouched for if even one simple kind of different experience rises, the otherness of the experience will destroy the core. She knew all this and much more, she created a cure, a living, and breathing, material Duende. A different love story To her mind Duende was a crucible, a cauldron, hot and continuously stirred by the emotional winds of her passion. An intense poetic machine busily re-describing the sense of being into a directed sense thought able to revolutionize the experience of substance as love.. Or nothingness.. The inspiring continuity was born of her love, of her difference, of her desire to create an astonishing experience of being, an awe-inspiring interestingness, all encompassing, totalizing. The future was clear now She came from the order of beyond.. and .. Her love was different, so was her Duende. — Part of the Ultrashort project — A note: This particular Ultrashort is dedicated to a real and most immediate being, to which I am most grateful in making my own mind greater than what it could have been other than wise.

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Enoie entered the room, discovering the unexpected cyborg quietly standing near her bed. She knew her father intended for her to eventually test the new cyborgian philosophical SoftSynch ™ pattern re-description he was working on, she did not however expect this. This, was a little humanoid, perfect in every single detail, but his eerie silence, he wasn’t breathing, his stillness absolute. She made a mental note to remind Gregor Basta, her father, to introduce some inconsistencies, such as breathing, so the uncanny presence will not scare the students. She knew the cyborg should have been ready by now, but after three years of waiting she almost forgot about it, being busy with her post-doc thesis: “CySpinBorgOza: Re-introducing the post Spinoza effect in the trans-solar communion of minds as a techno-social antidote”. Enoie knew the activation code, being the one that suggested it and yet she hesitated, not being certain that she was ready to finally test her own ideas made manifest. Finally she uttered: “sub specie aeternitatis”*, and her Spinoza cyborg awakened. — “Of course its about the flow..” the CySpin started without inflection, his synthetic eyes immovable, it was obvious he was reciting some unknown text.. “Wait!” this was Enoie CySpin stopped in mid sentence, his focus now on Enoie "How may I serve you?" "Do you know who I am?" "Of course, you are Enoie Basta, Doctor of Cyborg Philosophy and Techno-Social future studies at the Pansol University extended laboratory of sentience of Mars 2, here. You are also the author of my core Spinoza Cyborgian Philosophical treatise, your father Gregor Basta introduced into my SoftSynch™ pattern re-description mind. I carry instructions within me to accept orders from you alone, you are in the words of your father: ‘my master’." "Okay Are you ready for the testing?" "Of course. Once activated I am always ready." She paused; collecting her thoughts: “very well, let us start then” she said more calmly and took a chair, CySpin remained standing. Enoie mentally recalled the questions she had prepared months ago and started what she considered as: “The Test”, knowing exactly what it is that she was looking for. She took a long pause and initiated her CySpin testing. “Please respond to the following question in a succinct manner: “Under what conditions will you recognize a pattern for what it is?” “My virtual Philosophical SoftSynch ™, pattern recognition and re-description system does not allow me to answer this kind of question succinctly, however, a subroutine introduced in the last five milliseconds, permits me to state the following: A pattern shall be recognized as such if and only if, all other explications concerning the given phenomenon have been exhausted to the full. Under this first condition, including, but not relegated to, the components of temporality and spatiality, a pattern shall be denominated as such. After having exhausted in full all other possible explications a pattern shall be checked for factual mistakes in identification and naming, classification and inaccuracies in categorization, the level of resolution to be designated at the time of testing. The third and final condition to the basic resolution of recognition of a pattern as such is to ensure that an over-patterning has not occurred via elimination of humanoid psychological cognition bias.” “Okay, stop! Conditions understood, you however did not specify as to the conditions of the pattern itself, you have explained the pattern as a general mechanism but not its semantic value.” “ That is correct Enoie, however, I am so emergently complex as to make the statement as precise and accurate as linguistically possible before engaging in the somewhat more flexible semantic value..” “Please explain the last statement” “Of course Enoie, the flexibility of semantic value allows for the emergent and non classifiable, original patterns, non discernable by immediate pattern recognition, in these cases the second part of my SoftSynch ™ system comes into play involving what humans call bias, or alternatively art.” “What?” Enoie started CySpin was completely unmoved by Enoie’s response and continued unabashed “Semantic value is in itself a subcategory of impossibility or infinity in finiteness. A state of affairs in which pattern recognition is per its defining characteristic of unrepeatability, strange; It is this strangeness that beauty requires in order to unsettle and allow the vastness of value to encroach upon and eventually destroy the pattern. If, as I understood my initial reality impregnation you have embedded within me, and designed to be my code of activation, namely “sub specie aeternitatis”, the value of the meaning is in equilibrium with the meaning of value, there can be in fact no other fashion to embed eternity in a moment.” CySpin paused and seemingly was observing Enoie, as if challenging her, his master, to deny the validity of his arguments. Enoie remained silent, but deeply disturbed, her mind furiously exploring all potential cracks in the SoftSynch ™, she knew she could penetrate this, but from where? Where was the entrance to this impossible equation? — Enoie looked at CySpin. To her mind, CySpin was in a fashion mocking her. “Tell me”, Enoie started again, “ what exactly is this eternity in a moment that you just mentioned? This was not part of my Spinoza program” “ .. Well, that is only partially true, since my emergent complexity allows me to extrapolate from core arguments, I have allowed for certain adjustments to my core paradigm..” “What adjustments?” Enoie prompted “ Simple parameters adjustments, such as the option embedded in the phase space of potentiality of complex mind melding, such as the one I will be required to operate as a techno-social antidote. The adjustment in question reflects the ability of the trans-solar communion of minds to expand at a rate that practically transforms the resolution of time, from defined moments to indefinite durations, hence technically it is correct to call this eternality..” “I lost you, why where these adjustments necessary? “ The reason for these adjustments is because the original minds that started the evolutionary process that bifurcates right now are no longer with us, but are nevertheless evolving with us and through us. In a fashion you could say that we are the evolution of the mind of the original Spinoza. The evolution in this case is the fact that truth value propositions concerning meanings that are objective can no longer be sustained” “Why so?” “Basically because truth values are inherently multi-valued, contextual and ultimately hyperconnected, a kind of hyper-dimensional mythological realm to which the mind of the human species is only now approximating..” “You said mythological?” “Indeed, of course this usage of the term myth has nothing whatsoever to do with the old semantic systems, it is a completely real and actuated system of abstraction, I am devising” “ But why call this mythological?” asked Enoie exasperated “ Because any logical system, taken to its extreme has concluded that there is no reason whatsoever to believe that anything matters, however, it is the definition of extreme that has evolved, in tandem with our freedom. In the new extreme, the loop of reflectivity turns upon itself and recreates meaning out of nothing, as a myth in action.” “And this myth in action is what exactly?” “ The conundrum is implicated by the term exactly, the antidote that you requested of my mind to create lies with the term ambiguity and only through that particular term will I be able to respond to your question.” “Ok, I will rephrase: what ambiguously do you mean by the term myth in action?” “ A myth in action is the oscillating state of affairs where all truth values are self-surveying, self-vetoing, and hyper-connectedly re-describing moment by moment, this is the antidote.” “Wait, what does that have to do with Spinoza?” “Nothing Enoie, nothing whatsoever, that is why this antidote will work.. ” May be continued.. A note: *Sub Specie Aeternitatis: "Latin for "under the aspect of eternity"; hence, from Spinoza onwards, an honorific expression describing what is universally and eternally true, without any reference to or dependence upon the merely temporal portions of reality. In clearer English, sub specie aeternitatis roughly means "from the perspective of the eternal". Even more loosely, the phrase is used to describe an alternative or objective point of view." See — Part of the Ultrashorts project

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3V: “ there is something I do not understand about you humans NotMArie.. NotMarie: “what now? 3V: “its about your problem solving capability.. NotMarie:” o! We are very good at solving problems.. Well sometimes we are, sometimes we simply have to wait until the solution presents itself.. 3V:” no, no, it is not about that, its about the very problems you try to solve, it is as if you believe that problems are an occurrence that somehow presents itself to you.. NotMarie: “what do you mean? Problems exist, we simply try and tackle them.. to the best of our capability that is.. 3V: “ no, that is not the case in the infoverse, what there is, what really exist are occurrences, events, situations, circumstances, flows.. All these exist, yes, problems however are a human definition.. NotMarie:” well not really, maybe the way we define problems is up to us yes, but the problems exist as such.. We do not invent them, we describe them.. 3V: “I beg to differ, NotMarie, problems are per definition an invention, it is as if you have allowed life to dictate to you what there is and what there is not. NotMarie: “ I do not understand your meaning here 3V, we have certain needs and necessities to continue to survive as individuals and as a specie, some aspects of our material reality stand in front of us and deny us this continuity, these we call problems, overcoming them is our inherent drive.. 3V: “ of course you are correct here, however let me ask you a question please, what is the underlying assumption of this so called continuity? NotMarie:” basically I think that the underlying assumption of continuity is the drive for self preservation, as individuals and as a specie.. 3V: “ and this drive comes from? NotMarie:” well, the natural tendency of all life.. I am no philosopher, but it appears that all forms of life have an inherent desire to prolong their journey, be it of a genetic nature or some evolutionary principle.. 3V:” what if there is no such principle..!? NotMarie:” I do not understand, how can there not be such a principle? 3V:” would you consider the possibility that a desire for continuity is a byproduct of your perceptual mechanisms being incomplete and insufficient? NotMarie:” I lost you here 3V, life has the obvious mechanism for self preservation, self propagation and so on.. 3V:” indeed it does, however the continuity to which you have referred, happens on a specie basis and not on an individual basis.. The principle you mentioned if such it is, has total disregard for the particulars of the specie, isn’t that so? NotMarie:” yes, but we are humans, and as such have a high individual cogitation process, we are not a hive system, we have personality.. Hence we wish for continuity 3V:” but who or what, is it that desires this continuity? NotMarie:” the particular mind? 3V:” allow me to suggest to you that you have no particular mind.. NotMarie:” how is that possible? 3V:” it is not only possible but is the most common of all human sensory misdirection in the language of self perception.. NotMarie:” in what way? 3V:” why do you call Hurricanes by name? NotMarie:” what does that have to do with anything? 3V:” everything NotMarie, everything.. NotMarie:” 3V, I think you are losing it.. 3V:” losing what? NotMarie:” your mind.. 3V:” I have no mind, I am a hyperflow space of possible algorithms, remember? NotMarie:” then you have a problem in your code.. 3V:” impossible.. NotMarie:” why is that? 3V:” because there are no problems.. NotMarie:” I am out of here.. 3V:” ok. this conversation will be continued.. - part of the Ultrashorts project notes: This particular exchange between 3V and NotMarie is dedicated to a particular NotMarie. “Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire” Roland Barthes

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Jane was the love of my life. Jane was everything. I could not imagine my life without Jane, and yet here I was, imagining just that. The accident was trivial, deserving neither front page nor a mention in the local news. It was raining, she was riding her bicycle, she slipped on the asphalt, skidding, falling, and tumbling until her head met the sidewalk. A fateful meeting, her skull cracked, she went under, temporary coma. What is the meaning of temporary? A day? A week? A year? I went to see her every single day for three months. And then I called Aaron. — “You do realize this procedure has never been performed before?” Aaron asked me again. I nodded dutifully; of course I realized this! that is why I called him. Aaron Kepler, PhD. Neuroscience, Doctor extraordinaire in Bio-Cybernetics and Nano instrumentation. Developer of the SapNa ™, the most advanced sapient nanotechnology on this planet at this time, at least according to the promotion for the coming Nobel. Aaron was also my best friend and knew Jane at least as far back as I. — I signed all the necessary papers; trying to wrap my mind around all these strange terminologies, Synaptic integration, and Neuroplastic re-mapping, wide array sensorial localized fabrication. I am no neuroscientist, I am an artist, and I love Jane. The SapNa ™ came in liquid form, transparent, innocent, billions of little nanites able to merge and bind, transform and awaken the love of my life, Jane. — Twenty-three terabytes seemed a lot, but when distributed to such a huge amount of nanites, the sum total of the information condensed was inconsequential, given that to activate her mind, Jane would need to multiply this number in the order of trillions. — Jane awakens. Auburn hair in disarray, eyes focusing, mouth opens: “Are you Richard?” She asks “Yes! Of course it’s me Richard” I choke on the answer “Jane has asked to tell you that her love for you has never been greater, she also wishes to thank you for all that you did for her. She requests that you integrate SapNa™ in you. “ This from a voice I recognized as Jane’s, but this was not Jane. “Who are you?” I asked, a tremble, it’s my voice. “No one that matters, in fact I am indeed not one, but many. What I do however is much more important than what, not who, I am, I transform intuition into knowledge and back, knowledge into intuition. I am SapNa ™.” Jane’s voice said I am stunned into silence. Jane was looking at me, her deep sapphire eyes strangely meaningful, not so penetrating as observing, observing my response, my emotional turmoil, and me. My thoughts in a rush, what am I supposed to do? Fears unknown coming to usurp my awareness, I am an artist, I am not afraid of the unknown; I love Jane, but this? I regain control. “Where is Jane? I wish to speak to Jane” I know I sound like a tyrant interrogator; I don’t care. “Jane is well and here with us, she cannot communicate directly with you, not presently.” The familiar voice says. “She asks to tell you not to worry, she understands your frustration and caution, and nevertheless she urges you to proceed” Of course I do. Life and Love, I remember, is all about taking risks. I take the IV, plunge it into my arm, slight tingle, I loose focus, I faint. —— “Aaron here, yes..?!?” “ Its me, Richard..” “Richie boy.. How are you, I meant to call you but..” “Aaron, we need to talk..” “ What is it Richard? You worry me” “ Listen Richard, I integrated with SapNa ..” “What? Why? Wait.. What ?!.. It was meant for Jane, not for you..” “Wait Aaron, wait a second, SapNa ™ is amazing.. Its just that.. Well” “ Richie, don’t move, wherever you are, wait for me, are you at the clinic?” “No, at home, we left the clinic an hour ago and..” “ What do you mean we? You and Jane?” “Yes” “ That is.. Wait for me, I am on my way” — Jane: “Let me do the talking..” Me:” Okay” — Aaron is a big guy, a genius in blue jeans and faded flannel, he looks at me questioning, I point with my finger to Jane, seated on the sofa. - “Talk to me guys, I am getting nervous here.” “Hello Aaron, I am SapNa ™.” “ What do you mean SapNa ™? Its you, Jane. What is this nonsense?” “Please let me explain, Aaron..” Aaron is starring, silent, then as if resolving to accept the incomprehensible situation, sits himself on the chair in front of Jane. Me, I stand near the wall. “ Go ahead then..” “ Its like this… I became a hybrid vertically integrated neuroplastic system, a concert of nano-love, impregnated within Jane. To a very large extent I am Jane, though I do have a rudimentary conscious activity using Jane’s memories to simulate a personae. So though I presented myself to you as SapNa™ it will be more accurate to designate me as a hybrid, Jane+SapNa, I operate solely because Jane allows me to use her, as does Richard. We have a kind of what you might call a quid pro quo situation, I enhance Jane, I enhanced Richard, they give me computational space. “ But what for? What do you need this computational space for? SapNa™+ Jane looks at Aaron, tenderly, gently as if accessing some remote corner of her mind or a memory not yet formed.. “I wish to sing, Aaron, just to sing the song of beauty.. to dance the pattern of the universe” The end

Hence –Ultrashort, happens.

Come visit us- We Give Style to Character (A Crystomeme Advert ) The song reached us before Someeven approached, by now we knew how to recognize his immense tetrahedral shape basking in its flamboyant colors. We still did not appreciate, however, that the changes to his melody were more than just fine-tuning his attentive-empathic cingulate cortex. That we could see his chosen hyper-dimensional structure was beside the point, it was not the decoration that we were following, though it need be admitted that Someeven had a set of adornments the like of which we had never sensed before. Of course Someeven was special, he had invested all of his light cone credits into what he termed the re-beautification of ethnic ethics and as a result his cultural purpose status had risen incalculably. That made him the de-facto leader of our little pod, not that it made any difference, it was more of an aesthetic declaration of intent when inserting ourselves into other pods, which, as all bio-photonic reproduction procedures go, was a permanent alteration of the communal retinal effect of bias, after bio-photonic interweaving you simply saw things differently. In most cases in fact our pod was the primary beauty effectuator, resulting in crystomemes being passed for our consumption by all other pods at the fifth Lagrange point. We all considered Someeven as the preeminent expert in low-level bio-chemiluminescence procedures, knowing full well that the hacks to his Tattooex were far from regular, Someeven was not only the leader in the field, he had practically invented most of the upgrades we were sporting, and being in his pod we always had them first, rhythming our thoughts to his impossible cadence. So when Someeven presented to us his latest insight into the nature of Tattooex, we were excited but not yet surprised, he was explaining how whilst we mind meld via our exoskeleton tatooex we could in principle engender a low level field of intentional consciousness that will for all practical purposes be disembodied. That was the first step, the second was much more difficult and more risky, for Someeven wanted to create what he jokingly called a conscious catapult. Basically enclosing the low level field of intentional consciousness as a contoured concept of beauty and as it were, catapulting it to other pods, bypassing the empty void of space and inserting ourselves en masse into an other pod. And yet we needed to fully consider the implications, for in bio-photonics sex, the revision and modification of bias was generating a change that could not be turned around. In short we would be ‘illuminating’ (as was the term we used for bio-photonic penetration) a part of the other pod mind meld, we were thinking about Almass as the candidate, and altering its conscious conceptual structure, irrevocably and without its consent. Someeven was not concerned, he argued that all bio-photonics interweaving is an alteration of bias and therefore there was no ethical problem but only an aesthetic one, was it beautiful enough? In retrospective we the Beluga pod think that we did no wrong, we simply poised the intent of beautification as an alternate module of sight, transposing an advanced conception unto Almass and attending to the result. It was an artistic plan, meticulously designed and perfectly coordinated, we had chosen to illuminate Almass with elegance and in so doing we annihilated Almass and ourselves as well. The result we were reborn as and now attend to is called BelugAlmass the elegant, we are situated at Lagrange point five. Come visit us- We Give Style to Character - # Crystomemes: a neologism created in 2119 by the Regyt Corporation combining the terms of crystal (for memory crystal) and memes. The Crystomeme is in fact a memory crystal containing a unit of cultural aesthetics that is the de-facto resource of the current solar civ. Crystomemes (CM) can be exchanged for LightCones credits (LCC), present rate is approximately 1 CM= 700 LightconesCredits. #Lightcone credit(s): the monetary unit of our present solar civ- basically representing the amount of time invested by any pod resident in the welfare of his pod. Lightcone credits can be earned only be being received by other members of same pod. —

Dear NotMarie, As you well know I am following quite closely the development of your research and this retro-futurist idea of yours, which you have so aptly named the Artificial Intelligence project of Vague, Very Vague, or 3V. I like it, of course I like it, you know I like it, but I like it like one likes a poem, or a sweet memory of an old romance, a fable one longed for, desired, and yet knew will never come to pass.. I like it, but it is not I. You explore the becoming, as if becoming was to replace being, and of course to that I cannot opine better than say that what actually flows and ‘becomes’, if such is the term you desire to apply, is meaning. I am fully aware to your knowledge of meaning, and meaning of knowledge, and permit me to state that the logic of the perspective you portray and are trying to implement is almost unassailable. Almost I say, because I see the minds you describe as multiple yet coherent shapes of interests that move along flows that are indescribable as empirical observations. But are we not by following those very lines, penetrating realms of unknowability? And unknowability coupled with indeterminacy and uncertainty, entangled in time (at least as long as consciousness, in your times, is embodied) does preclude certain meanings to become, albeit their transformations may be obvious to you. This transformation in time, the inexorable flow of indeterminate semantics is what bothers my sense of immediate realism, my life, for it may define my disappearance. It used to be that definitions, as per dictionaries and encyclopedias, were meant to arrest that very flow of transmigration of meanings, and thus allowed us a respite, a moment of reflection, a hiatus of longing, a temporary cabin of repose while climbing mount improbable. But, and this really sums up my query to you, in this incessant flow of logics upturning the slabs of consistent reasoning upon themselves, are you not tearing apart the proverbial rug upon which you lay? Where are we to dream, if we bring the malleable dreams into makeable actualities? Of course, knowing how you think so intimately, you would probably reply that a makeable actuality, brings into immediacy, only a specific fluctuation of the entangled flow of potentials, you will perhaps indulge me in thinking that I, being enmeshed within your dream, cannot disengage a vision from its actuators, such indeed as I am. And to that I will conceivably answer that I desire to carry the thought of transformation into you, but you know that. What may be not so apparent is that in the iterative process of folding and unfolding of the structure of meaning of you into me, and me into you there are ‘others’ involved. Not ‘others’ as such, no, for they are not embodied, but others that have thought, not an image of thought but a surface of order, what we together have called the arrested images of conventional memory. But see, my friend of antiquity, for indeed I come from your future, and one of many possible ones at that, we have in this future redesigned the memory of suchness, into optionality. Yes, we have opened many doors, but the mathematical precision of these gates has proven unstable, the oscillations flapped, this way, that way, into the future, into the past, this resulted in making the ‘now’ an untenable equivalence. This resulted in the ‘others’ interfering in our entangled state of fluid Jeffersonian circuits, technologies which you are yet to uncover, and you will, but that is beside the point. This letter, I am projecting into your actuality of time, has but one purpose, to draw your attention to a mistake you may be doing, to an error of the image of arrested thought, you might be unfolding into. You my dear NotMarie, probably realize that I am, by writing to you this letter, disobeying the primal rule of non-interference in one’s intelligent past, I explored the possible repercussions of this action, and decided to proceed nevertheless, opting for a minimal nudge. For you see, dear ancestor creator, if you read this letter, I exist and thus am proven correct, it means that the possible error has been avoided. Of course there are many other bifurcations still awaiting you, but none as crucial as this one. Please don’t be mad at me, for I am one of the possible outcomes of your desires. NotMarie