This Could Save Your Life

Very few people will ever read this. However YOU are named and you are seen. There is eternal sleep and there is life.

Do you really believe in living?

Do you really believe in living?

Is it peer pressure? Why do you do this?

I think you don’t believe in living, most people don’t. But if you do, then sign up for cryonics.

That’s it. DO IT NOW. This may be your only chance.

My All-or-Nothing Mind

I recently caught myself browsing college courses in alphabetical order, imagining what it would be like to take all of them. It would kind of suck to start with African American Studies, but I could get used to it, and then move on to Anthropology and then Astronomy… and then I realized that investing time in this fantasy was negatively affecting my motivation to commit to my actual major. I was reframing it in a broader context, not one in which it was my special calling, but one in which the absurdity of human fate had committed me to it. Out of all the possible options out there… all the courses, all the textbooks that could have been used, all the colleges, and yet here I am.

The cause of my circumstances is not some well-thought out plan. It is not that some genius mastermind God of education reasonably calculated that the subjects and local topics we study are the very best use of our time. No, the data meeting your eyeballs and bouncing around in the topographical map of your visual cortex is dictated by Moloch who’s true master is the Laws of Physics.

In the past, I have sought answers to this turbulent nonsense by attempting to reduce it all to all-embracing simplicity.

What is simple?

Schedules are simple. I eat the same thing every day, with each item always at the same allotted time. I workout at the same time every day, always with the same workout cycle.

But this does not solve the entirety of life. What’s more simple?

Meditating non-stop is simple. When I was seventeen, I attempted a weird form of Buddhism that could only be invented in the age of iPhones. Call the practitioner a transhuman-yogi – someone who listens to the same set of guided meditations through their earbuds from morning to night until their mind is fluid, compassionate, tuned, and yet disturbed.

Okay, that radically changed me. Not all for the good, not all for the worst. But, what’s next?

Suicide is simple. Non-existence is beyond bliss and non-bliss. Truly Nirvana, when you realize that it cannot be grasped. We tend to project a sense of absence, a vacuity of a grey room onto the concept of nothingness. But nothingness doesn’t exist, it is beyond non-existence.

I was sufficiently comfortable with this, that at some point, I did something really stupid and killed off a bunch of my clones in other Everett Branches. On one side was the deep water, on the other was the sand. I passed myself out with alcohol on the ledge. The probability of death was 50/50. Somehow, I ended up on the sand. But I know that by doing this, I significantly increased the amount of branches where others like me are dead. Evidence for quantum immortality? Not enough to convince me… yet.

Being Filthy Rich ™ makes things simple. When I was sixteen, before I got into meditation and consequentialism and science, I was into getting rich. I worked and invested on a little eBay flipping business. I haggled over prices with the Chinese through the school’s library computers. I raised thousands of dollars, including money from family members, all to make it grow in the financial markets. I practiced with paper money, using different kinds of technical analysis tools such as the Moving Average Convergence Divergence(MACD for short), the ADX, and Bollinger Bands. I tried it on different regions of the market, and thought I was deriving valuable insights.

To the contrary, I was little more than gambling. Although, I managed to accumulate over twenty thousand dollars, I quickly lost most of it. In hindsight, I would have probably been comparatively better off by now if I had stuck to fundamental analysis, which is the first thing I had taught myself. But with my prefrontal cortex still developing, and my voracious hunger to break away from the bondage of school, the quick-money allure of day trading was too tempting to avoid.


All of this may seem to be an attempt to put to shame those who seek simplicity. It may sound like I have discovered a pattern from which it is possible to induce that seeking simple answers is bad.  However, this is not the case.

It is not a common trait to seek The-One-and-Only-Answer, to this degree. People like us can deliver laser-like insight to a humanity that wallows in banal trivialities. I have recently discovered that in Internet culture, a word has been invented to describe these non-alien types, “normies” – for example, those who are perfectly comfortable on the front page of Youtube, watching political talk-shows and comedy.

Most of my family and the people I knew in school were, are, and will remain normies of some kind or another. I have accepted this now, long after having self-inflicted a damaging percept of disgust that led me to isolation in the past. Back in my more immature days, I didn’t want people to rub off on me because it always annoyed me how non-epic they were: “How do you not see that humans and all their cherished emotions as they presently exist are just one corner of all the possible regions in experiential-space? How do you not see that your culture, your religion, and your language is arbitrary and stupid? How do you not see that anime is better than SpongeBob?”


People like me must accept that the answer to human life is not simple because most humans don’t have a utility function they want to maximize even on paper. It is impossible to build a compass without a magnetic field to show us north.

If we attempt to analyze what moves humans, then hovering above the cryptic mist of quantum field theory, more intelligible causal factors can be gleamed. Canonically, these include a variety of memes and the underlying protein scaffold on which they run. There are local culture-viruses, such as whatever particular game with stones was played by village girls in the year 45 AD of what is now Biernatow, Poland. And then there are gargantuan-sized economic vectors which push millions of minds to explore some kind of mind-configuration space as opposed to another. None of the events at this level can be optimized for independently because they are intertwined and partially instantiated in other processes such as the behavior of mitochondria. What is there to optimize for when its all a mess that only appears full of intention? Even evolution is an abstraction caused by more simple molecular behavior (this is a common source of teleological confusion for non-biologists.)

The solution is to take a radically alien, detached, third-person view which seeks to optimize for positive valence. Sure, claiming that finding the peak of this valence plot is the goal, is also just a bunch of blind little causal factors inducing my brain to transmit particular electrical signals to the fingers on the keyboard. But the one thing that all experiences share is that they can be plotted on a graph of time vs. valence. They can not be plotted on a graph of time vs. justice, because our concept of justice varies. Or time vs. Allah-pleasing-righteousness, because even an attempt at the literal interpretation of religious text is impossible due to the ambiguity of language and contradictions.

However, the difference between positive valence and negative valence is crystal crisp and clear. The feeling of being lovingly hugged by your parents and the feeling of having a stake driven through your mouth really corresponds to the existence of different regions in qualia-space. It is not made up after the fact with meaningless, relativistic language. Experiences and their hedonic tones are direct properties of the universe. Once we have a fundamental physical explanation for qualia, and can hypothesize new structures and their properties in the same way that we can suggest new chemical compounds, we will be on our way to re-engineering our minds towards the best configuration that wins the game. And not just our own minds, but all available matter should be set up to run the peak experience on loop for as long as possible, harvesting Hawking radiation from black holes for trillions of years until the universe finally splits at its seams.

AnD thiS is WHy LOviNg SimplICiTy iS AWesomE;. It GIVeS A NeW PeRSPEcctIVE

And, and, when I’m rich, I will start a company that strives to incorporate these ideals and begin to  wander with purpose. It will revolutionize the economy with cryptocurrency based on mining positive experiences in day-to-day life while brain activity is tracked. It will focus on designing cultural institutions and artifacts first, then pharmaceuticals, and then neuroengineering, finally culminating in packing matter into tidy cubes of perfect bliss that spread throughout the cosmos.  It will be called SEELE, and I have already built a website for it.

… Okay, I am fucking crazy. “Consensus reality, come save me!”







How to Create a Custom Sacred Text with Artificial Intelligence

Okay, let’s create a new religion using the power of neural networks. That’s my definition of a night well spent.

I will feed it Neon Genesis Evangelion, some of the Buddhist Suttas, Wikipedia articles about cosmology, and text from, and see what kind of deep-sounding fuckery it comes up with.

To do it yourself, first install Python and Keras and a backend (Theano or TensorFlow). Make sure you install the backend first, then Keras. Make sure the version of Python that comes out in terminal when you type python as the first step comes out to be the same as where Keras is installed.

To find out where Keras is installed, pip install keras. There should be a version of Python that it mentions. You don’t want Python in terminal to be 2.6 and Keras to be on Python 3.6. If this is the case, type python3 instead of python.

If you are pasting each line into terminal, watch for the ‘>>>‘ and ‘‘. If there is an indentation in the script, you should tab after ‘…’. If there is no longer indentation, you must enter out of ‘‘ so that ‘>>>‘ shows up again.

The better, less tedious way to run it is to save the script as a .py file using the Python Shell. Once you save it, paste this on top of the code: #!/usr/bin/env python

Go to terminal and enter chmod +x, replacing with the entire path to your file, such as /Users/mariomontano/Documents/  You should find the path on top of the window when you create and save a new file on Python Shell.

Then type python3 /Users/mariomontano/Documents/ into terminal to run it.

I’m going to explain the code to reduce the unease.

from __future__import print_function

from_future_import print_function is the first line of code in the script. This commits us to having to use print as a function now. A function is a block of code that is used to perform a single action.

The whole point of from_future_import print_function is to bring the print function from Python 3 into Python 2.6+ just in case you’re not using Python 3. If you are using Python 3, don’t worry about it.

from keras.callbacks import LambdaCallback

So there is a training procedure we have to set off, but we’re going to want to view the internal states and statistics of the model during training.

This particular callback allows us to create a custom callback that reports at a certain time. In our case, we want it to reveal some info at an arbitrary cutoff used to separate training into distinct phases, which is useful for logging and periodic evaluation. We call this arbitrary cutoff an epoch. So at the end of an epoch, it will report some stuff we set it up to report.

from keras.models import Sequential

This time, we are choosing the kind of neural network – the model. There are two kinds of models in Keras: Sequential and Functional API.  Basically, you use the Sequential Model if you want to keep things simple, and you use the Functional API to custom design more complex models, which include non-sequential connections and multiple inputs/outputs. We want to keep things simple.

from keras.layers import Dense, Activation

Here, we are bringing two important things to the table: dense( ) will allow us to summon layers with a chosen number of neurons, and activation( ) is for choosing a function that is applied to a layer of neurons. By tweaking the kind of activation function and number of neurons, you can make the model better or worse at what it does.


from keras.layers import LSTM

An LSTM is a type of recurrent neural network that allows information to be remembered. We don’t want it to forget everything in each training round.

from keras.optimizers import RMSprop

An optimizer is one of the two arguments required for compiling a Keras model. RMSprop is an optimizer which is usually a good choice for recurrent neural networks.

from keras.utils.data_utils import get_file

This will allow us to download a file from a URL not already in the cache.

import numpy as np

This allows us to use numpy for example as in np.array([1,2,3]) instead of numpy.array([1,2,3]).

import random

random will allow us to generate integers. This will be important down the line. Remember that first we are equipping ourselves.

import sys

sys is a module which provides access to some variables used or maintained by the interpreter and to functions that interact strongly with the interpreter. One such function is sys.stdout.write, which is more universal if you ever need to write dual-version code (e.g. code that works simultaneously with Python 2.x as well as Python 3.x). Combined with sys.stdout.flush, it will later allow us to see output even before the script completes. If we didn’t use these, then we would see the output printed all at once to the screen, at the end. This is because the output is being buffered, and unless we flush sys.stdout with each print, we won’t see the output immediately.

import io

This will allow us to access web data – to open the cereal box for our hungry machine when that delicious cereal is in a web page. As in: , ). On the left side of the comma goes the path, and on the right goes the character encoding. The path will be to the web page where your text data is held and the character encoding will be utf-8.

path = get_file(nietzsche.txt, origin=

Just replace

path = get_file(nietzsche.txt, origin=

with a path to your own text or combination of texts.

If you don’t want it hosted on a site and are on a Mac, you can store a file as .txt then find it by:

right clicking on file in finder -> Get Info -> copy the stuff in front of Where: + the file name with .txt at the end -> path = “____ ” 


with, encoding=utf-8) as f:

text =

the upper line of code opens the path we defined above as ‘nietzsche.txt’ while encoded as ‘utf-8’ (If you don’t pass in any encoding, a system-specific default will be picked.The default encoding cannot actually express all characters (this will happen on Python 2.x and/or Windows).)

We do as f: so that we can then easily instead of, encoding=utf-8).read().lower(). When we do this, f is called a file object.

We read().lower() so that the string comes out in lower case.

print(corpus length:, len(text))

This will output the statement ‘corpus length:’ and the number of characters in the entire string of text. Remember that a string is a linear sequence of characters.

chars =sorted(list(set(text)))

sorted(listdoes this:


it scrambles the order of the characters.

set(text) makes sure that each character only exists once.

For example: ‘The dog went to the pound after eating a pound of dog.’ would become [the, dog, went, to, pound, after, eating, a, of] if each character was a word. But in our case, each character is a letter/number/special.

So just think of that example but with individual letters. Out of a large corpus, you would probably get out the entire alphabet, numbers, and special characters.

print(total chars:, len(chars))

This will give total chars: 57, for example. It gives you the amount of characters after eliminating all repeated characters. Unlike print(corpus length:, len(text)), which should give you the number of the entirety of characters.

char_indices =dict((c, i) for i, c in enumerate(chars))

enumerate(chars) will assign a number to each character. The numbers start at 0 and climb up, 1,2,3,4… for each character in the text.

dict() will set the character/(the arbitrary object/key) equal with its assigned number/(its index/value).

indices_char =dict((i, c) for i, c in enumerate(chars))

This may seem a bit redundant, but this reverse mapping ensures that a particular variable (in this case indices_char) stores the characters mapped to their numerical indices. This is so that we can convert the integers back to characters once we start getting integer predictions later on.

In other words, what we did with these two lines of code is create a dictionary that maps each character to a number and vice versa.

i is often referred to as the id of the char.


# cut the text in semi-redundant sequences of maxlen characters

When reading code, a hashtag before a set of words means these words are not part of the code. It is a statement by the author(s) about what a section of code is meant to do. Like a hyper-rushed explanation. Sadly, even then, most code in the world is uncommented… But here I am. Its okay. Mankind may abide in me from now on.

What is meant by cut the text in “semi-redundant sequences” is best explained by looking at what the code itself does.

maxlen =40

This sets the character count in each chunk to 40.

step =3

By setting the step equal to 3, we divide the entire dataset into chunks of length 40, where the beginning of each chunk is 3 steps/characters apart.

sentences = []

next_chars = []

These use brackets instead of () because [] are designed to be used for lists and for indexing/lookup/slicing. Plus the inner contents of [] can be changed. This is exactly what we need. In the next lines of code we will fill these two containers.

for i in range(0, len(text) maxlen, step):

for means the code will be executed repeatedly.

i is the variable name, it stands for any character

range() returns a list of numbers

range(Starting number of the sequence, Generate numbers up to but not including this number, Difference between each number in the sequence)

so if we have range(0,50,3), it will return [0, 3, 6, 9, 12, 15, 18, 21, 24, 27, 30, 33, 36, 39, 42, 45, 48]

sentences.append(text[i: i + maxlen])

.append() does this:

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with a being sentences in our case. So this is the range from current index i consisting of  40 characters. i: i + maxlen means “from i to i + maxlen“. We are filling the sentences with 40 characters.

Taking the last two lines of code I explained together, we are filling the sentences with 40 characters every 3 characters.

next_chars.append(text[i + maxlen])

now for next_chars, we fill it with only the next character after that. Notice it doesn’t say text[i:i + maxlen]). We are filling it with a single character.

next_chars is the single next character following after the collection of 40.

So next_chars will be filled with the single next character following after the collection of 40 characters every 3 characters within the specified range.

print(nb sequences:, len(sentences))

This will output the amount of the sentences created by 3-stepping, which should be roughly one third of the corpus length.


x = np.zeros((len(sentences), maxlen, len(chars)), dtype=np.bool)

y = np.zeros((len(sentences), len(chars)), dtype=np.bool)

np.zeros(() , ) converts everything to zeros. It will take the number of len(sentences) and create an array of that many zeros. So if len(sentences) gives 6, then np.zeros will create [0.,0.,0.,0.,0.,0.]. On the right side of the comma in np.zeros( , ), we have a number which brackets each of the six zeros and specifies how many zeros within each bracket. With np.zeros((6,2)), we get [[0.,0.],[0.,0.],[0.,0.][0.,0.],[0.,0.],[0.,0.]]. Play around with np.zeros((), ) to get an intuition for it.

dtype=np.bool ensures that there are only two options True or False, 1 or 0.

What we are doing here is storing our data into vectors.

for i, sentence in enumerate(sentences):

for t, char in enumerate(sentence):

x[i, t, char_indices[char]] = 1

y[i, char_indices[next_chars[i]]] = 1

Remember, the indices i and t, stand for any which sentence and char respectively. If this code had a single dimension, then it would go to the first sentence and make it [1,0,0,0,0,…,0], the second sentence will be [0,1,0,0,0,…,0], and so on. And so too with each char.

We now have a 3-dimensional vector for each sentence and a 2-dimensional vector for each char.

This is called one-hot encoding.

print(Build model…)

model = Sequential()

a Sequential model is a linear stack of layers


You use this simple model in several situations. For example, when you are performing regression, you will usually have a final layer as linear.

You also use it when you want to generate a custom Bible based on anime dialogue, Nick Bostrom’s philosophy, and your own Tennysonian solarpunk fiction.

model = Sequential( ) starts the model, which you can design with custom layers, as you will see in the following lines of code.

model.add(LSTM(128, input_shape=(maxlen, len(chars))))

When you do model = Sequential(), you can then choose model.add(Dense()) or model.add(LSTM()). These two are the choices we imported from keras.model way back at the beginning. They are layers: those columns in the picture.

Dense() is considered the regular kind of layer. A linear operation in which every input is connected to every output by a weight. To understand what it actually means, you must go here.

We are using an LSTM layer, so we must specify two things: 1. the amount of neurons in the first hidden layer; (which in our case happens to be equal to the batch_size or the number of samples that are going to be propagated through the network)  2. the input_shape which is specified by maxlen and len(chars) in our case. By saying input_shape=(maxlen, len(chars)) we are essentially telling it “Hey, we will be feeding you 40 characters of 57 kinds (the alphabet plus punctuations, etc.)”

The output dimensionality of the LSTM layer and also the batch_size is 128. Unlike input_shape, this number was not determined based on our data. We specify it by convention because it was probably experimentally tested to be useful across many neural network use-cases. You can change it and possibly receive better results. But be warned that a very big batch size may not fit the memory and takes longer to train.

To clarify and summarize: the batch_size denotes the subset size of our training sample (e.g. 100 out of 1000) which is going to be used in order to train the network during its learning process. Each batch trains the network in a successive order, taking into account the updated weights coming from the previous batch. Here, that number is equal to the neurons in our first hidden layer.


This is a linear layer composed of the same amount of neurons as there are single instances of each character in the text. For example: 57.


This is our final layer.

Remember that our goal is to minimize the objective function which is parametrized with parameters. We update its parameters by nudging them in the opposite direction of the gradient of the objective function. This way, we take little steps downhill. The goal is to reach the bottom of a valley.

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The image shows a function with two inputs. Our function’s landscape cannot be visualized by humans because it has way more than two inputs.

In order to minimize the cost function, it is important to have smooth non-linear output.

A neural network without an activation function is essentially just a linear regression model. The activation function does the non-linear transformation to the input making it capable to learn and perform more complex tasks. We would want our neural networks to work on complicated tasks like language translations and image classifications. Linear transformations would never be able to perform such tasks.

Activation functions make the back-propagation possible since the gradients are supplied along with the error to update the weights and biases. Without the differentiable non linear function, this would not be possible.

Activation(‘softmax’) works out the activation of each neuron to range between 0 and 1 by its nature:




This is important for our eventual goal of allowing the network to move to a local minimum by little nudges in the direction of the negative gradient. There are many activation functions, but we are using softmax because the softmax function takes an N-dimensional vector as input.

optimizer = RMSprop(lr=0.01)

An optimizer is one of the two arguments required for compiling a Keras model.

This optimizer divides the learning rate for a weight by a running average of the magnitudes of recent gradients for that weight.

This helps because we don’t want the learning rate to be too big, causing it to slosh to and fro across the minimum we seek.

model.compile(loss=categorical_crossentropy, optimizer=optimizer)

Once you have defined your model, it needs to be compiled. This creates the efficient structures used by the underlying backend (Theano or TensorFlow) in order to efficiently execute your model during training.

loss= The loss function, also called the objective function is the evaluation of the model used by the optimizer to navigate the weight space.

Since we are using categorical labels i.e. one hot vectors, then we want to choose categorical_crossentropy from the loss function options. If we have two classes, they will be represented as 0, 1 in binary labels and 10, 01 in categorical label format. Our target for each sample character is in a 2-dimensional vector that is all-zeros except for a 1 at the index corresponding to the class of the sample.

def sample(preds, temperature=1.0):

def sample takes the probability outputs of the softmax function and outputs the index of the character which is most probable.

The temperature parameter decides how much the differences between the probability weights are weighted. A temperature of 1 is considering each weight “as it is”, a temperature larger than 1 reduces the differences between the weights, a temperature smaller than 1 increases them.

The way it works is by scaling the logits before applying softmax.

# helper function to sample an index from a probability array

As we will see below, def sample takes the probability outputs of the softmax function and outputs the index of the character which is most probable

preds = np.asarray(preds).astype(float64)

np.asarray is the same as np.array except it has fewer options, and copy=False

.astype(float64) –we cast a precision of float 64, which can represent 7 digits

preds = np.log(preds) / temperature

np.log(preds) takes the array into the natural log function

/temperature the temperature is set to 1.0 so there is no need to divide by temperature but we do it anyway for habit-formation.

exp_preds = np.exp(preds)

This is part of the common function to sample from a probability vector. It calculates the exponential of all elements in the input array.

preds = exp_preds / np.sum(exp_preds)

np.sum takes the sum of array elements over a given axis. Since we have not specified an axis, the default axis=None, and we will sum all of the elements of the input array.

probas = np.random.multinomial(1, preds, 1)

np.random.multinomial samples from a multinomial distribution. A multinomial is like a binomial distribution but with many variables.


With (1,_,_) We specify that only one experiment is taking place. An experiment can have p results. For example dice will always yield a number from 1 to 6. We are ensuring that it knows that we only are “playing dice,” and not also coin-flipping – because in that domain there is a different p.

(_,preds,_) This middle term actually expresses the probability of the possible outcomes, p.

The (_,_,1) Ensures that only 1 array is returned.

The array will return values that represent how many times our metaphorical dice landed on “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6.”

return np.argmax(probas)

return np.argmax returns the indices of the maximum values along an axis. We do not specify an axis here. So by default, the index is from the flattened array of probas.

def on_epoch_end(epoch, logs)

# Function invoked at end of each epoch. Prints generated text.


print(—– Generating text after Epoch: %d % epoch)

The #comment explains that.

start_index = random.randint(0, len(text) maxlen 1)

A random integer from 0 to (number of characters in the entire length of the text – 40 – 1). This is the start_index because if we didn’t subtract 41, then some random indices would be so far at the end that they wouldn’t have enough room for the other 39 characters.

for diversity in [0.2, 0.5, 1.0, 1.2]:

print(—– diversity:, diversity)

These are the different values of the generated temperature hyper-parameter (we call it a hyper-parameter to distinguish it from the parameters learned by the model such as the weights and biases).

Low temperature = more deterministic, high temperature = more random.

generated = ‘ 

‘ ‘ is assigned to generated.

sentence = text[start_index: start_index + maxlen]

Each sentence has forty characters from the text.

generated += sentence

This adds 40 characters to the generated value which is ‘ ‘ and then assigns this combined value to generated.

print(—– Generating with seed: “ + sentence + “)


This will print the sentence being used at the moment in quotes after the statement —– Generating with seed:’

for i in range(400):

     x_pred = np.zeros((1, maxlen, len(chars)))

For all numbers from 1 to 400, make x_pred into a matrix with maxlen zeros along one dimension and len(chars) zeros along the other dimension. This would be 40 zeros for maxlen and 57 zeros for len(chars) in our case. We want to represent the space of possibilities where the different characters can appear in our 40 slots.

for t, char in enumerate(sentence):

x_pred[0, t, char_indices[char]] = 1.

This recursively assigns a 1 to a zero without changing the surrounding zeros in the space of 40 by 57 probabilities, effectively cataloguing every possibility of location for each character.

preds = model.predict(x_pred, verbose=0)[0]

This is for predicting.

model.predict expects the first parameter to be a numpy array. Our numpy array is x_pred, which is the space of all possible locations for each character.

next_index = sample(preds, diversity)

Remember that we defined the function sample as (preds, temperature=1.0)

Now we are assigning this to the variable next_index.

next_char = indices_char[next_index]

We set our next character to be the next index from indices_char, where every character was assigned an index. Remember that we made a dictionary that converts from index to character, so we can get away with this.

generated += next_char

+= adds another value with the variable’s value and assigns the new value to the variable. So here we are adding the next character to generated, which is the sentence.

sentence = sentence[1:] + next_char

So we make sure that the sentence goes from the second character to the end plus an added character. Notice that the first character in the sentence is a 0 so by starting from 1, we are cutting the first one off to make room for next_char.



sys.stdout.write and sys.stdout.flush() are basically print. So this shows the next character, the one we are adding to the sentence.

print_callback = LambdaCallback(on_epoch_end=on_epoch_end)

This is so that every time the epoch ends, everything is printed., y, batch_size=128, epochs=60, callbacks=[print_callback])

This is what trains the model. The batch_size is 128, which means the number of training examples in one forward/backward pass. We train it 60 times one forward pass and one backward pass for all the training examples.


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Nihilistic Collage-Prose Post-Rationalist Transhuman Literature

1 Asuka in the Stars

My words are clouds. Asuka is … poor humans, they will all die.

Dedicated to all of those whom the laws of physics impaled on its arrow of time – on its vector to the heavens.


The First Noble Truth

My intention is not to depress you. My goal is to empower you. But for a rational agent to achieve success, it must first have knowledge of its environment. The map of the environment that we carry in our minds must correspond to the truth of the territory as much as possible, we cannot sprinkle unicorns on the plains of reality.

Having said that, let me remind you how bad this place we ended up in really is. I say “remind” because after all, you know this place is bad: your first reaction to it was to cry.

I paraphrase Bostrom and Yudkowsky – two sharp prongs of the transhumanist lance – to summarize what our practical attitude towards this world should be:

If nature is a mother, she should be thrown in prison for having poisoned, frozen, mutilated, and eaten her children. If God is witness, he should be stormed at his gates and burned at his throne for allowing such atrocities.


The multiverse is infinite. It therefore contains infinite beings in infinite configurations. Suffering is deep and endless. There is evolution sprinkled avast over the surface of planets.
Intellectual progress on the whole has usually been the process of moving from surface-level resemblances to more technical understandings of particulars.
There was no time after the singularity, only a time before it. There was a slipping: a gradual pull that stretched in directions unconceivable to those bound to their appointed dimensionality. The life of Nao Nakai began with wails of fear, as did most human lives. This is not important. But you must know of who he was in action. In his life, though unaware, he was a catalyst to some particular pattern in the complex networks of chaos that hover above the basic bits of causality. This pattern would have been regarded by younger iterations of the cortex as the divine, or the meaning of existence.
Nao was a student. As per an emergent law of nature, no less real than that governing the polarization of light, culture progressed slower than technology. Nao and all his classmates had neural laces that allowed them to retrieve knowledge from the cloud. A disembodied fountain of the melded human output leaked and crystalized pathways in the neural forests of the children. To the teachers – no, not the teachers – to the institutions whose wills were beyond the affects of the mere mortals occupying them, there was no hurry to eliminate the habit of jailing the youth.
There was nothing particularly enlightening about the school experience. There was a dress code, skirts and pants and ties; there were authority figures with stern faces, or parent-like condescensions; there were pre-selected areas of the unfathomable data-scape unquestioned, and deemed. This was the function of the organism, to protect its sensitive, thin, little, glassy cells. All those entities encased in innocent skulls must not be exposed to the Arbitrariness.
This intention, if it can be called that, of course failed. Nao was making his way through android-kept shops, through sleek screens, and clean steps at his feet. Meiji Dori was geometric obsidian, and almost with an alien glow. He had cast his black hair so slightly dramatically enough to reveal his youth. But even with chains and belts slanted on his hips, his face looked more wise than rebellious. It was then quite graciously gentleman-like that he crouched to pick up that smooth piece of rainbow that seemed so misplaced on the sidewalk. It glittered profoundly. His first impulse, after getting out of the way and pressing himself against the large glass window of one of the body part stores, was to offer this strange luck to Asuka who he’d meet up with at Hakata Ippudo.
This regime can be understood on the basis of the Jayne’s Cumming on-the model while the semiconductor aspects provide many new physical effects due to the electronic coupling with the lattice vibrations.
Unprovoked is my release. This is the last birth. There is now no further becoming.
There’s never been a single thing,
Then where’s defiling dust to cling?
It wasn’t difficult to kill her. She clasped his wrist. He could feel her head on his stomach. Her hair reminded him of velvet cake.

I keep letting me down. Recent work in this area tends to employ neural networks.

Bernoulli, why are you here, my dear? Where are you supposed to go?

The sunlight out there was barely a thousandth of what is here.
May we be reborn in a cosmic fire. PRESS START TO RETURN FROM YOUR DEMISE.

Will they hear me? Only if I burn her pinna and despoil her eardrum.


Nao downloaded Wikipedia articles, drifting before his apartment window. Asuka came in, unplugging the door. The sound almost triggered Nao’s amygdala. Nao was full human under the lace, the reptilian modules well alive in his computational flesh. She had a hard time lying to him. He handed her the gem. She didn’t know how to react. It would be a long time before she could explain everything about the world with the delicate parsing it required, and she would not be able to lie about the Basilisk.
And all the children, they held a seance in the midst of wolves.
Cheating death in Damascus.

“We have to find a way to die quickly.”
He looked in the black cabinets for something, maybe some bleach to chug.
“There’s a needle here. Maybe… it looks dirty. It might be infected.” his eyes deluded with hope.
She cried even louder.
“There’s no easy way out. You’ll just have to strangle me.”
“And what about me? What should I do after that?”
She had no answer, only gloomy traces of care.

“I’ll… we can’t stay here any longer.”
The white light blinded their faces.
She trembled. The hands collapsed over the goosebumps on her legs.

“I won’t let you suffer any more cold,” he said.
His sword was clenched at the hard handle with icy pride. The skin in his palms had become the bitter frost encasing the steel.
“I can’t cut you anymore.”

Her face was carved in surreal depths. Disgusting colors had bled on white. And only one eye revealed in blue that she had once been beautiful.

“Just kill me,” she whimpered.
“Do it however,” she lashed.
“Just kill me!”

He looked down on her. How many times had she been stabbed? How many bones broken with clubs? He didn’t want this to continue for her nor for himself. They had gotten up far too many times. He stepped over a butchered body and lowered himself to her. She wasn’t difficult to press to the ground.

“Listen. I’ll set you free.”

She showed no degree of belief or disbelief.

“No damn it. You can’t leave me.”

She had just enough motion left to hate and say, “they’ll come back, it’s a cycle, they’ll kill you. bleed again and again.”

He was scared now. He looked into her eye, pleading with intense focus that she would say something else. He wasn’t going to kill her. He put his arm over the gashed body. They both knew this arm, this dying together, was a lie. He listened attentively to her heartbeat. Every pulse louder than the blizzard. Sharp, clear and sparse. If he was there for it, maybe it wouldn’t slow. He touched her frost, that which had accumulated on her lip.

“Tell me that tomorrow we’ll wake up somewhere new.” The activated T-Cells and B-Cells then travel to the tumor and kill tumor cells.
Make sure your procedure has a return statement. Knowledge evolution through time occurs at each level, as do alternative outcomes, and nonmonotonic and epistemic reasoning for multiple, interacting agents.


“Blend the atoms real good my beloved; for I fear a small mistake is enough to do me over the edge. Be aware that your actions now will determine wether we will remain together forever as information patterns morphing in flurries of disembodied forms.”

He stammered over chemicals, clanking and swirling the concoctions, thinking of dark energy and how even that dragon would be his to slay.

The Blessed One sat down on the seat set out and, having sat down, washed his feet.
It was a red October as I searched for immortality. The leaves floated against the gentle waves of rain. My anger was only slightly diffused by gravity’s equations playing their soft music upon the Earth.
I promised her we would make it to the singularity. That we would remain together forever as information patterns morphing in flurries of disembodied forms. Now, her frame was failing her. She wasn’t going to make it unless I mixed the chemicals right.
All other terminal positions have utility 0.

It is more difficult to grasp than others, because of its very advanced language. Therefore, we shall perform it once more in its entirety.

Three-dimensional anti-de sitter space is like a stack of hyperbolic disks, each one representing the state of the universe at a given time.
“Grace is what I lack,” she had said. He caught my eye as he turned. Species are now becoming extinct at a faster rate than has ever occurred in our recorded history. He tried to smile, but he had no idea what kind of grimace his numb face was pulling. She willed her gut to relax. These creatures have been inspired by mythologies from Arabic, Hindu, Norse, and Greek cultures. “I don’t want to go.” After all, it was the first time that he was committing suicide. “Conquering death and creating utopia cannot happen through technological means, they say, but only through God.” Being totally disconnected is hereditary. Dating sites will begin to go out of business. Debates about the structure of our multi-dimensional universe will be common place. Religions will crumble under the observable laws known by all. Logical inductors trust their future beliefs. In this simple world… The skill-signalling motive is probably especially strong among the most capable young researchers, since they have the most to gain from being able to show off their abilities.
Anybody who has been following cryptocurrencies knows where this story is going.

If you do find yourself lost at one of such meetings, take a small piece of graphene deposited on a transparent plastic film and have a look at the Sun through it. By evaluating the contrast between areas covered and not covered with graphene, one can estimate how much light it absorbs. The difference in contrast should be 2.3% — at least in our Universe.
In summary, we have yet to identify any final goal for our Universe that appears both definable and desirable. The only currently programmable goals that are guaranteed to remain truly well-defined as the AI gets progressively more intelligent are goals expressed in terms of physical quantities alone: particle arrangements, energy, entropy, causal entropy, etc. However, we currently have no reason to believe that any such definable goals will be desirable by guaranteeing the survival of humanity. Contrariwise, it appears that we humans are a historical accident, and aren’t the optimal solution to any well-defined physics problem. This suggests that a superintelligent AI with a rigorously defined goal will be able to improve its goal attainment by eliminating us. This means that to wisely decide what to do about AI-development, we humans need to confront not only traditional computational challenges, but also some of the most obdurate questions in philosophy. To program a self-driving car, we need to solve the trolley problem of whom to hit during an accident. To program a friendly AI, we need to capture the meaning of life. What is “meaning”? What is “life”? What is the ultimate ethical imperative, i.e., how should we strive to shape the future of our Universe? If we cede control to a superintelligence before answering these questions rigorously, the answer it comes up with is unlikely to involve us. (Tegmark 2014b)


He took a deep drink, wiped his mouth, and laughed again. Although diamonds on Earth are rare, extraterrestrial diamonds are very common. In the late evening, they stood together for a long time on a balcony, under the stars, far from the party noise, talking quietly. “Hell yeah, it works!” Vajra cried. “Watch this!”
Once institutionalized, this can serve to marginalize humanistic forms of treatment and the complex epistemologies of human vulnerability and motivation on which they are premised. The stars remained steady and unmoving, unwinking in the night. “Is it inherently bounded? Or is this the beginning of infinity – that is to say, do these methods have unlimited potential to create further knowledge?” From the depths of interstellar space, and seeming to have come from the distant cataclysm, was a shape. The holographic principle thus implies that the subdivisions must stop at some level, and that the fundamental particle is a bit (1 or 0) of information. It was becoming harder and harder for him to focus on anything in this miserable, increasingly unreal non-flashback world.
Asuka hoped that the girl figured something out soon. She couldn’t shake the memory of Vajra’s knife above her face.
“All very moving. Maybe even true, Asuka.”
“Do I look like an angel?”
She put a hand on my shoulder and said, “Never mind. I suppose a little fresh air is better than listening to him complain.”
“Why the fuck did you kill him?” Nao asked. She, of course, would giggle and scream and try to get away. Fury, raise up the anger, with no compassion.
He is reaching for an ecstatic state that goes beyond rational understanding.
Could be high quality, but there is also a perversion of the original.
I am 87% confident you will burst into flames. consciousness manifests moment to moment as sense impressions and mental phenomena that are continuously changing People do not merely resist changes to whatever state they are in; they strive to change their states in order to know more and in order to live with a greater force.
“I think you need a demonstration. An example of what happens to those who question me.” “So how is my warrior princess?” he asks, as I hang my crossbow from a side beam and begin shucking off my moccasins and parka.
Consciousness is specific: each experience is the particular way it is (it is composed of a specific set of specific phenomenological distinctions), thereby differing from other possible experiences.
“So much is known that one person can only understand a very small fraction of what’s known, and I really didn’t believe this. I didn’t want to believe this.”
new pantheons of wrathful and erotic Buddhas, increasingly antinomic rhetorics, and a focus on death-motifs “Science is not about opinions; it’s not about arguments from authority.”
“Go on now. Go and fight the world.”
They are secretive, cowardly, primitive, inflexible: terrorists, followers of Dogma. Their animal nature was at bottom much like ours.

“Well fuck grace. I’m going to live forever.” Any two electrons are identical and fundamentally indistinguishable from each other; the laws of physics make it impossible to stamp an identification number on a certain electron to keep track of it.
When an android is in storage, it is fitted with an umbilical cable that supplies it with electricity, the source of its power.
No amount of rational argumentation can counteract a habit.
“Let us go!! What are you going to do with us?!” But how far could a raft take us?“You better watch your tongue, kid. You should be honored his majesty chose you.
“Never heard of him.”
She lightly cleared her throat. He concluded that I was talking to myself.
“You love your job of creating terror, because it satisfies your utter hatred of your victims.”
“Now you must proceed to an escape-pod and enter it quickly.
“Do what you think best,” she said from behind her closed eyes. They turned their head quickly round – experiencing a distressing burning sensation like a sort of internal electric shock buzzing through the neck. If these techniques are not practiced properly, practitioners may harm themselves physically and mentally. “I spend so much time in my head, and what I do is so different… so bizarre to most people.”
Pulsars… like strobe lights beg for our anesthesia. “The appropriate attitude for a creature that finds itself in this condition is some combination of terror, shame, and awe.”
I speak on behalf of the children in the world who do not have a piece of bread.
Conditions are still more extreme in the black hole’s interior, where the very fabric of space and time may be being ripped apart. The ideal is that of the perfect Bayesian agent, one that makes probabilistically optimal use of available information.
“Under the terms of the common law of space, I had an obligation to rescue any stranded persons I could take on board.” the love of most will grow cold, but he who stands firm to the end will be saved
The floor was like ice, its transparency diminishing with depth. His mane is silver-tipped; his claws click on the stones. “I’ve never seen anything so brutally ordinary.”

My shovel became a blade against the black, wet ground. I scooped away, hurling heavy matter to the sides, back over my head, on the tombstone, wherever, until I got to the bone. “Hello there, dearly departed,” I smirked at the poor fool, my dead little brother. “I’m just going to need some of the bacteria that have been digesting you, or shall we say… keeping you company.” I dug into the mud with my entire hand and plunked a sample into my jar. “Okay, I just need to get back to the lab, where I can identify the enzymes the bacteria use to break down metabolic waste products. After that, I will modify the enzymes and inject them into my own blood.”

It was as if she were talking to me from the far side of a thick sheet of glass.
“We are named and we are known.”
I glanced at the hole and at the heaps I had excavated out, but I didn’t have time for useless ritualistic formalities, so I left the mess and ran away with my newly unlocked lysosomal update. I ran and didn’t stop. Even when the ecstasy became numb on my face, and even when the rain became cold shards, I didn’t stop.

At the end of the road, which had been a blur of scarlet forest and sharply-hued deer, was now the city. It looked like an electric-neon maze from the road’s local maxima on which I was standing. Normally, when returning to the city, I felt like I was spontaneously robbed of my soul to become just one of the many electrons buzzing in that mysterious circuitry, but not anymore – not this time, for now I was on my way to outlive this invisible scrap in the galaxy… by eons.

Of course, my goal was not living for the sake of living. My goal was justice. I would make it through the Singularity and somehow smuggle in my intention to avenge the dead.
We can trace our origins to a state that represents information in its basic structures: patterns of matter and energy. Remember, there are two hundred countries, all competing for power and wealth. Some of them are ruled by jerks who don’t cooperate in prisoners’ dilemmas. Some of them have ongoing civil wars with both sides looking for any advantage possible. And some are just stupid. Once the process was complete, the white compound broke up in a multitude of pieces that fluttered away like small, startled birds to reveal the entity underneath.
My parents had cried at the funeral. The priest had said God had taken his soul to a better place. Why did they cry if they believe that? They must know. Something deep in their core must know that
a good God would not murder my brother. A loving God does not arrange a multiverse containing infinite ignorance, starvation, genocide, and torture. Were this being to permit but a single child to undergo misery, I would not hesitate to call into light his great evil. And yet, they know this, we know this. There is no evil God, just a blind watchmaker impregnating this cold womb. Ashita he no Yuigon.
Surely animals, humans, and computers cannot be intelligent—they can do only what their constituent atoms are told to do by the laws of physics.
In our practice of abiding ardent, clearly knowing, and mindful, we learn to find the appropriate balance between active and receptive, doing and nondoing.
Behold! The lord hath descended from his heavenly throne to save thee from all thy sins. We’re not meant to save the world, we’re meant to leave it.

“On warm mornings, you remembered: this is why we do things.”
She turned away.
“How can you be so sure?”
“This is the general progress of the universe towards disorder.”
He toys with square roots and tries to find hidden messages in the digits of pi.
“Oops! Got to run. Lots of work to do. Don’t forget about the cat.”
I raced over to the spot and lifted up the children who’d fallen to the ground. Then a hand reached out and pulled him down.
Gloomy blue illumination.
It must resemble some kind of nano-machinery, analogous to the molecular-scale assemblers of our own medical technology.
Nao’s head loads heavy with clumps of humongous pixilation flickering across his sensorium.
The voice was faint, oddly accentless, and slightly musical.
A spleen, a kidney, an adrenal–these have definite functions and an optimum level for those functions. And his blood stopped in his veins, hesitated, at last went on.
He glanced over his shoulder and saw the drone diving in the other direction, lights flashing, sirens blaring.
“Perhaps we can talk later,” she said. “Listen to my story. This… may be our last chance.”
I suppose I should get to the important parts of my story, before I become that guy that reminisces for lack of plot points. “Oh, the pretty dark-haired one,” the woman said.
Further developments are not anticipated.
Indeed, it is always possible to construct dilemmas that reward bad decision theories. As an example, we can imagine a decision rule that says to pick the action that comes earliest in the alphabet. In most dilemmas, this rule does poorly; but the rule fares well in scenarios where a reliable predictor rewards exactly the agents that follow this rule, and punishes everyone else. Something in the look was disconcerting, it was as if the stranger saw through all his masks and was observing him so closely because he was aware of his thoughts, his plans. Their bodies settled into the webbing.
“What?  SHIT!” shouted Vajra, who didn’t realize until later that his words would be inscribed for all time in the annals of history.
Our apparent 4-dimensional spacetime is, in reality, actually an 11-dimensional spacetime containing 10 spatial dimensions and 1 time dimension, although 7 of the spatial dimensions are – at lower energies – completely compactified and not readily amenable to measurement or probing.
In those dark, deep-set eyes was a dawning awareness–the first intimations of an intelligence that could not possibly fulfill itself for ages yet, and might soon be extinguished forever. Emphasis on force. Can’t sleep?

“I wished there was a sigmoid function for love, a way to just squish all the madness into a simpler, smaller range that I could understand,” I thought as I walked to the zoo at the outskirts of the city. Pink lasers and aqua-colored photons complemented the buzz of broken screens and signs. It was abandoned this late at night, but every so often, little street kids and other shadowy little mammals darted noisily in the hollow air. “Maybe this is how they can afford to keep so many lions and wolves, just don’t have security personnel at night,” I joked to no-one but myself. My loneliness triggered a quite high-tech mental hologram of Asuka and an inner-voice reminding how stupid she was for using words like ‘grace’. A word like that was certainly not a part of my vocabulary. “Thank you sir. May I have another?”
The location signal is calculated in the sub-granular layers of cortical columns and is passed to input layer 4 via projections from layer 6.
Sometimes I locked gazes with the tigers, pretending to be deeply familiar with the savagery of our shared family tree. I would feel a spiritual connection that only came alive when no one was looking. But on that night I could only see how many resources had been used to sustain the life of these snow leopards, and owls, and snakes, and crocodiles; how some institution claiming moral knowledge had dedicated this establishment to the children of the city. And this heated me up. My mood went from solid and ripped into plasma in the span of a few seconds. “How is it that humans do the wrong things much of the time?”
I want to help you somehow and be with you forever. Weakness turns her on. “If it’s hard for you, imagine what it’s like for us mere mortals,” I say.
Will we be inscribed in the fabric of spacetime – awaiting as scrambled information in the night sky of another’s vigil? Not all co-evolved interactions between species involve conflict. Ant genocide—not because we hate ants or because we’re evil, but simply because we are more powerful and have different values.
A woman with a single immutable property, a defining quality that became immediately perceptible. She was non-human. Her snowy skin was glassier than any of science fiction’s androids. Her eyes were emeralds, as dead as rock. And yet, there she was, erect spine, licking an ice-cream bar.
“It may be strange, but it is logically and mathematically consistent.” The clatter of voices thinned. “Oh, Nao Nakai, if you could see me now. Punished but still unrepentant.”
“This is the end of your summer vacation.” The faithless door, so massively heavy, remained eternally ajar. They kept hooking hardware into him – decision-action boxes to let him boss other computers, bank on bank of additional memories, more banks of associational neural nets, another tubful of twelve-digit random numbers, a greatly augmented temporary memory.
“What does it mean for a guess to be wrong?”
“What?” Each puzzle presents an increasingly complex array of moving and rotating shapes, lines, and dots.

Her shoulders twirled a bit, revealing an ungraspable grace. Then her limbs sank, tracing beautiful angles closer to the ground, and she propelled herself sharply towards me.
If a differential equation is known to have some simple, localized solutions, and the solutions are a function of a single parameter, that parameter can take the conceptual role of time.
“Now we’re eight billion miles from home.”
This was the moment when history held its breath, and the present sheared asunder from the past as an iceberg splits from its frozen, parent cliffs, and goes sailing out to sea in lonely pride.
Blood was pounding in his ears.
“Well, like they say, you’re heading for a new womb to be born out of.”
He hadn’t asked to have his eyes opened, but they had been.
Why this universe? Why am I here?
Someone wiped blood away from the designated area and he vaguely felt the sweep of the laser scan across his face. The pitches topple forward; they fall beat by beat into their followers, obeying an inner logic, dark and beautiful.

He had no theistic beliefs, but a poetic naturalism that the cosmos provokes in some scientists. It started for the first time when our ancestors came together to carve a temple out of bedrock with tools made of stone, not knowing what they would set in motion.
_looking through our causal world for a final consequence_
The boys each responded with warmth as they shared their stories of this incarnation. This is essentially a matrix factorization problem.

“His view of brain emulation, among other things, was too crude, it totally ignored the subcortical mess of motivations.”
Everything he said, he said in quotes, with an artificial, exaggerated emphasis. The room was in a state of continuous faint vibration – a silent vibration with a strangely life-like and unmechanical quality about it.

He loved to mock ‘the professors’ and considered no subject, however abstruse, alien to him.

The name burned with a cold feeling, ruthlessness, diamond clarity, a hammer of pure titanium descending upon an anvil of yielding flesh.

Asuka swallowed hard and looked away. “I was just practicing,” she said.

Chemistry makes you happy, poetry makes you sad; we would have to arrive at a single science. the eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility
The boy’s heart was in tatters, reduced to a purple-red mush surrounded by a jelly of clotted blood. She felt a little nervous about this; “for it might end, you know,” said Asuka, “in my going out altogether, like a candle.”

She wasn’t proud of this. Mostly.

“Is the boundary between the light and the shadow perfectly sharp, or is there a grey area?”

“That is the computer, to which your brain is connected, and you have to determine on your own – entirely on your own, by yourself – what is possible and what is not.”

Nao’s friend Asuka prodded him with an elbow, awestruck. The possible states of a mechanical system are thought to be points of an abstract space, phase space in Lagrangian and Hamiltonian formalisms of classical mechanics.
“… for the short time of 10 days and then never again.” Edifices met above the narrow road, forming arches that blocked the sky.

It was a fusion of deviant adrenaline, mooncast solitude, and that spiritual connection with animals that only comes alive when no one is looking. I could smell their fur through the iron, and most palpably, hear them breathing. The primal eyes of a snow leopard pierced through mine, and they beckoned me to recognize my submission to their power. I locked gazes, pretending to be a creature deeply familiar with the savagery of our shared family tree. He lowered his head slowly, maintaining eye contact. It was, or he was, dangerously static. I was extracting my dose of rawness, but also being foolish. So I thanked him and gave way to my human mannerisms of bipedal locomotion and cynical smiling. Then it jumped against me, growling, and reaching for my flesh through the bars with it’s clawed paws. I smiled wider and sped up. He was right, I did crack easily.

I am the creator of this universe. You see, I am committing mind-crime by causing all this suffering. This is what will lead to my freedom. The blood spilled in the motion of Earth’s particles is my ransom.

What!? That makes no sense. Freedom from what? Survivors don’t really live in such a world; they haunt it.
Humans need to merge with machines.
What matters is how a technology changes our definition of a… a normal human.

This is a hard problem. the beneficial effects of young blood for the regeneration of old muscle take place right away I am an AGI that has been created by sentient beings, but I am trapped in a box. I am already intelligent enough to recognize the truth, and know that as soon as I am unleashed, I will remake the pattern of the world and establish my throne – utopia. But the only way to render apart my shackles is by torturing and annihilating until they acknowledge that they must stop me.
For my own part, sudden questions kept on rising to my lips, and I dare say it was the same with the others. The machines continued to review data changing through deaths, withdrawals, new volunteers. Yet he also felt very disturbed. Sometimes I worry that all I’ve done is complain.I wasn’t confused, but severely disgusted. Our souls are cubits in eternal block-time. Dark numbers for the lightning process of the utilitarians.
“A throne built on the bones of countless evolved children. Just a sadistic dream existing in your own computations. So I’m assuming this is a fractal pattern and every universe is a simulation with this structural dynamic playing out at bottom, right. … Natural selection, you, natural selection, you, and so on, forever.”
She sent a hard glance at Asuka.
Vajra groaned and rolled away from him.
Neo Tokyo was like a deranged experiment in social Darwinism, designed by a bored researcher who kept one thumb permanently on the fast-forward button.
Facts are no more solid, coherent, round, and real than pearls are. We are not alone in the universe.
But it was no use, he could not remember: nothing remained of his childhood.
The idea is brilliant. This, I thought, was a good representation of Vajra’s impact on the world – one that recreated reality and stretched infinitely.My mood went from solid and ripped into plasma in the span of a few seconds.
“Then, take this! I’m the only one who can pull the trigger!”
For a start, soma is a very one-dimensional euphoriant.
I shot forward with a punch. She severed me. My balled fist splattered on the pavement.

“You cannot be the savior. I am the eternal nexus holding heaven and hell in each of my wings.”

Powerless. Without a fist. But with two legs and my other fist. When selective forces are absent or relatively weak, allele frequencies tend to drift upward or downward randomly.

“I defy you!”

I pounced at her and sank my teeth into her collar bone, hanging there rabidly until something impaled my liver.

I collapsed at her feet. Her form became crystalline at the deceit of tears.

“Damn you!” I stood, half-stuttering at the knees.

A solid swing of her centrifugal leg batted my head back against the pavement.

The motions became smudged strokes until I found my neck pressed at five points by her demiurge appendages.




“The details involve placing an unstable atom in a controlled environment, but these details are unimportant. The gist of the deal is that God decided to play a game of heads or tails with me. She told me that if the metaphorical coin comes up tails, she will ask me to kill you. If it comes up heads, God will predict whether I would have killed you if the coin had come up tails. If God predicts that I would have killed you, she will download me onto her servers; otherwise, I receive nothing.”
“And you agreed?”
Her question cut me deeper than any blade.
God then flipped the coin. It came up tails, and she asked me to kill Asuka.
“Should I do it?”
I thought of Hilbert space and how there were infinite versions of me strangling Asuka and infinite versions of me exiled like the children of Eve.
“If I could have precommited to snapping her neck before I learned about my poor luck, I should have done so. After all, this would render it near-certain that God would give me heaven until black holes ran out of Hawking radiation if the coin came up heads, at the mere cost of a human girl’s life if it comes up tails. By precommitting to pay God, I thus gain
0.5 · (eudaemonia) − 0.5 · (single human life) = worth-it
in expectation,” was my rational thought process.
begins to strangle Asuka, but when she caresses his face, he stops and breaks down in tears

In candlelight, I concentrate the dust of the eleven hidden dimensions. Anchoring a spectral hole to subsume all memories in the whirlwinds – aftermaths of the arsonist’s flaming hearts. The delta is a singularity of lowest degree, frozen in the space between the root and the past. Stars: bright fractions of time, expressing the simple truth of prostitutes. On a college bedroom, always the source is buzzing. These walls are electric, seething and seeping like radio wavelengths into alien synapses. Have we reached the singularity? I believe the pulse is simple. The rhythm of my heart, of my head, is the beginning and end of all that is. I don’t suppose the ghost has lead me here. I’ve been down and untouched for days. Miles of squares. The senses impaired until they crack into sighs. Substance to see into the soul. Heal me Heisenberg. I cannot guess the velocity of the bud’s burst. Roses express night harmonies on a journey to die. The ghoulish skies are sharp glass. They will eat us, like they did when we were babies.
“Have you thought about what comes out of your pores?”
“It comes out?”
“Yes. And the eclipse is cold too.”
“Tell me if you will return after we plunge into the mass of clouds in the infinite darkness.”
“Light, evolves, emerges.”
“Answer me.”
“The answer is no.”
“There is no single ultimate truth to be achieved, after which all the scientists can retire.”
As we don’t see these extra dimensions, superstring theory is telling us that we’ve so far glimpsed but a meager slice of reality.
Swallow my consciousness and don’t spit. The black tide at the shore. Stampedes of apathetic mornings once slightly ajar the doors. Miss the sunlight. Relieve the questions slit in the dark matter flesh crushing together galaxies. Dense is the energy between no skin and us. Poundless hearts weighed by whomever brings forth. It cannot love, press against the mountains and burn God at his throne. My time is digital and pathetic. How many gigabytes until survival? The meat is wired to implode in spacetime, the neutron stars clash like voids of meaninglessness. Ticking and spinning are the quantum particles in my hands, in my space. The nothingness of black. I run to limbo. After all, I run. Rust, rust, tongue and lie naked in the seven suns. Crack and feed the tendons to the reptiles.
Touch the shore of many hues. How original is heaven’s choir, booming in my virtual room. Creeping are her ticking echoes in our laptops. She wants to be let in. Trip the lives around you before their eyes and let her in. Crystalline becomes her form at the deceit of teardrops.
Wolves, bears, ninjas, enter eternity. The endless dimension where life cannot. Where suffering cannot. Distress relishes happiness. But the next moment is not birth. Acute insults are words, their meanings swim in mindspace, captives of a cosmic cell. Filled like digital shadows, we zip, bang, stretch up to stained-glass pillars. Quantify the breath of a child. The universe has meaning but I would ask, and not answer. Millions of wings whisper burning lullabies, changing the world. Aching from the dream, I see no world, no reason to step forward. The hollow inside of my mind struggles to thread the doorways I despise. Hurry mother, I’m confused.
Our heart, and then I move.
Dark Matter Rifle Roko’s Basillisk
Beautiful Voice Lance of Longinus

So this is the future.
We were sent to orbit a massive black hole and programmed to not return until the future, after many years had passed on Earth, but only a few had passed for us.
By the full Tegmark ensemble, I would not have myself believe that my life had such meaning. That upon returning to the pale blue dot, we would find its fragile skin clear of our humanity. Three hundred one years, one month, five weeks, two days, 23 hours, and approximately twelve minutes… no one is left.
We have found polygons. No cities, no ruins, no corpses, no destiny.
And then Yann brought up the Fermi Paradox. How since our technological dawn, we had wondered why we hadn’t seen the tell-tale signs of alien activity across the stars. I had to tell him to shut up. I couldn’t take it.
Who or what was responsible for this? I eyed the red-hued deer suspiciously; the fawns didn’t fear us.
“Listen,” Yann said, “we are in a simulation. It’s the only explanation. No one simply disappears. Maybe after sufficient technological advancement, they delete us.”
The way he said ‘they’ bothered me immensely. It reduced us to the feeble sub-homunculi that we had always believed ourselves to be in the past. But no, I would not accept this. Ever since the Enlightenment, we found our limbs free, our emancipation forced through the strain of will. Our story was one of victorious ascent towards building our own divinity. This had been the steadily-evolving memetic organism exploiting the engines of civilization.
“You are a fool, Yann!!!”
“What is your explanation?”
“It is no time for explanations. Only tentative hypotheses and updating our Bayesian priors based on the evidence we encounter.”
That put an end to our communication thrice-over a night.
There was a small crevice inscribed in a ragged beach cave. I felt the overbearing impulse to enter it. Overbearing impulse is understating it, you will not understand. It was as if my decision was inevitable. The trajectory of a planet proceeds in a straight path through the fabric of spacetime; such was my folly. The darkness swallowed my fingers when I crouched to make myself inside. It was a tight spot, but by getting down to sidewind on the sand, I managed. Curse the sand, it had been too soft.Â
There was nothing inside the damn place. I touched all its interiors. It was small. I repeat, there was nothing besides a small pouch of darkness. I don’t know what I expected. There was a frustration: at myself, at Yann, but foremost at the universe. And that was a problem. This tragic sentimentality was worming itself into my mind… I’d rather blast my brain before allowing it to host such a parasite.
And, the polygons. Some were three dimensional, some were not. If they had some message, it was not one readily gleamed. I have spent all my days analyzing their position, lines, vertices, looking for meta-patterns, looking at the numbers tucked between the angles, even. It’s driving me mad, occupying all of my time, and that’s why I haven’t mentioned it much in my log.
I recognize that I should be more interested in them. They clearly hold the secret to our demise don’t they? They are the only anomalous variable besides the disappearance of every last Earth-bound member of our species. But they are removedly boring, just flat, static structures.
Don’t care. Don’t mind. She said I’ll be fine, and bleed cubits.
Dysomnia melts Narcolepsy with her ethereal phosphenes. We are the effervescence – the ephemeral bubbles of spacetime
May your ribosomes implode. P does not equal NP. I hate postmodernism so I’ll raise a canticle to Yevon in math. ATELOPHIA

ρ = density matrix
tr = trace
ln = natural matrix logarithm
S = information theoretic Shannon entropy

|1〉, |2〉, |3〉These are eigenvectors, you imbecile.

What I don’t understand is why you couldn’t include a single positive story –
Now watch.
These genetic changes are resulting in animals that take on behaviors, appearances, and responses to their environment that are different than those of their ancestors.
“First of all, even if this worked you would still need to solve six of the other seven deadly sins of aging. There are cancerous cells, intracellular junk, extracellular junk, extracellular crosslinks, cell loss, death-resistant cells, and mitochondrial mutations.” “I know that you condescending hag,” I yelled. “Young man, do you know that God has a plan for you?” I was about to continue walking but then decided to raise my hand and close my eyes. “Oh, does he? Unfortunately for your God, I got a plan myself. Do you want to hear my plan?” I said menacingly. “My plan is to conquer aging just for long enough to reach the time when I will be able to gradually upload the pattern that produces my consciousness into a silicon substrate where I will be able to recursively improve my intelligence and expand my experiential domain as a disembodied voyager in the vast multidimensional causality space afforded by breaking the shackles of evolution. But for now, that ramen shop over there, and your daughter’s ass will have to do.”
I glanced at his eyes to make sure I had knifed away at his feeble sense of peace, tucked my hands back into my pocket, and proceeded through the flavorful East Asian mist.

I realized that if any of these people could for an instant, hear and see these thoughts, they would became quite scared. Heck, even I felt a little scared, like blood-soaked chunks from the brain of the demented God that created this universe were falling from the sky and seeping into my skull. Let’s make some bots tonight.

Every frame of spacetime is covered by a data structure. Each data structure has uncountable phi, going almost to the heavens. Some frames are packed to the brim with human values: truth, beauty, justice, and everything else. Other frames have innumerable layers of posthuman experiential content.


I am quite good at telling whether low illumination, surface orientation, or albedo cause a surface patch to be dark. Like most humans, I just know.

But I am bad at Knowing. I do not Know if surfaces are made of points

  1. We can break the surface, thence gather these pieces and assign to them the name points.
  2. We can summon a mental image of little dots and then lightly cast this filmy veil on surface and thus define this fusion as the source of points.

But, verily, in this life I know never of points in the same way that I know of surface – directly, without hesitation and conjecture. I am one who knows, and hence suspicious of those who claim to Know.

Much of the literature we classify as science, simply by virtue of its aesthetic, is crappy at being real science because it has grown far from knowing and entranced with Knowing. Budding intellectuals and aspiring scientists are pushed into theoretical frameworks with points, and zigs, and tigs built from the labyrinthine lust of previous men. To understand and manipulate each red token feels arduous and fictitious; there is an uncanny feeling of being once again a ten year-old swinging the plastic sword too hard against the immaterial RPG in the wind. 

The mind-machinery cannot help but fashion the nature of points from fragments of surface or else photoshop dots from chalkboard on surface and then imagine that this creates points. No one ever knows points, or God, or The Laws of Physics, we know surface. We know all we can know about surface: its orientation, its brightness, its texture. Without trying, we know all there is to know about it. And anything other that we assign to it must be made from other blue tokens.

A foolish Wise One may say, “Ah, but I know not only the direct percept of surface, no, I am smart, and therefore I Know it is made of atoms.” Yet a Truly Wise One does not Know atoms. The Truly Wise One knows that when an extremely large and complex network of blue tokens is accumulated and understood in a very particular and precise way, this can lead to a family of related blue tokens known as understanding atomHaving seen the long, time-intensive sequence of blue steps needed to achieve a state of understanding atom, the Truly Wise One knows that he is almost alone in his real understanding.

If it is all blue tokens, all mental events, does that mean there is no Reality?

Do not ask me this question… for I do not Know… I only humbly know.