Several scientists in recent news articles have been stating that they think we live in a computer simulation. They think the odds of this are very high. What question that leaves unanswered, is whether we are a creation of whoever wrote the simulation, or if we are self inserts in the simulation. In other words, are we also simulations, or are we the creators of the simulation, living in it but without memory of entering it? The former seems much more likely.
What kind of world do the creators of our simulation live in? Is it an experiment forgotten about and left running? Is it known across the land by everyone? Is it someones personal project and they have complete control over it and us? Are there ‘simulations rights’ laws that would prevent our creator from abusing us for their own amusement?
Mostly this sounds like a terrible thought. One more afterlife to worry about…
Sometimes I see someone with a certain head shape and become very conscious of their skull moving around beneath their flesh. What strange bags of meat and bone we are.
Everything that makes you you, is electricity flashing in a few pounds of water and fat, balancing precariously on a pedestal of collagen and calcium.
Maybe the way we decorate our soft machines shouldn’t be so important…
I was listening to the radio the other day, and on the pop stations there is a surprising amount of robot-voice or ‘auto tune’ or whatever you want to call it. I find it strange that this sound could be appealing to anyone, but it seems to be so. What is interesting to me, is that this ‘voice’ barely sounds human, and maybe that is intentional.
Most of these artists are mass produced by huge companies, and if those companies had their way, they probably wouldn’t want to deal with the ‘artist’ at all. Maybe this trend toward auto tuned fake sounding vocals is intentional, as a way to eliminate human singers from the equation eventually. If the record industry didn’t have to share any of their money with an artist, they could get even richer by selling AI produced music, and having a robot voice ‘sing’ it. Robots can’t sing, you say? Probably not very well, but it wouldn’t sound much different than the way some pop stars ‘sing’ today.
Conspiracy theory for the day…
I haven’t been doing it very well lately. While laying awake all night, though, I do have ideas of what to write next. So there is that.
I saw this over the weekend, and it’s the most entertaining super hero movie I’ve seen since Deadpool. It’s also the only super hero movie I’ve seen since Deadpool.
This movie is good because it has likable characters with understandable emotions and motivations and a plot that makes sense. The focus seems to have been on more than cool flips and explosions when making it. It does have lots of cool flips and explosions, too, but those aren’t the only thing holding the movie together, as so often seems the case.
Also, it’s not an origin story! We don’t have to spend the first 45 minutes or more of the movie watching Peter get bit by a spider, slowly change and experience weird abilities, go through several suit designs, blah blah blah. This movie correctly skips right to the start of the interesting stuff.
There was one moment, where the movie slowed down a bit and I was thinking ‘oh, do I really have to watch all this high school stuff?’ but then it kicked right back into gear, and my worries came to nothing.
This movie knows how to entertain. If you are worn down by all these super hero movies and about to give up on them, give this one a try. It will be a refreshing fun time.
What if instead of working 5 days, then having two days off, we worked five years, then had two years off? Or maybe, five lives then two lives of luxury. I hope this is my friday life, and I’m reborn rich or powerful and can spend all my time reading, thinking, and creating. Though if I were born rich or powerful, I’d probably not appreciate it, and just spend my time trying to get more rich and powerful…
I’ve been listening to Crime and Punishment, and am amazed how well it holds up. Whenever I open a classic I’m expecting it to be a bit of work, but this one isn’t. Somehow, 150 years later, it is still a tense, tight read. How many more years will people still be reading this book?
It must be the ultimate dream of any writer, to create something so enduring. To be able to reach across time to plant ideas and feelings into people who’s grandparents had not been born when it was written. That, is real life after death.