Crystalpunks are those wildstyle geniuses learning how to program crystalline molecules, pixels and neurons simultaneously. Listen to this carefully! Mind and matter can be synthesised in one noisy stroke and the crystalpunk movement is here to prove it,we have crystal-pistols and we are not afraid to use them.
Theis will be a form of unsupervised learning where:
-we would culture a bacteria colony/ or many bacterial colonies simulataneously
-encode inputs as signals/chemicals understood by bacteria
-encode outputs as signals/chemicals excreted by colony
-provide food if the output of colony is correct that is the move made by bacteria is correct one
-provide toxins if output is incorrect or the move made is illegal
-provide a combination of both (propotionally) if the output is fuzzy
-if need arises introduce mutagens into the colony to accelerate evolution “
The OnlyOneNativeSpeaker survey of Constructed Languages
Language is to reality what your lungs are to oxygen, but whereas growing a lung of ones own remains problematic, inventing a private language seems to be an option as viable as building your own backyard bunker to survive nuclear holocaust. Invented languages, implying a deep dissatisfaction with the world as-is, are grotesque creatures providing a unique instrument to create, understand, describe and manipulate private realities and dark sensibilities.
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Hacking insects for military uses
March 17, 2006, 9:40 pm
I don’t think it is ethical bit DARPA is planning to “create an army of cyber-insects that can be remotely controlled to check out explosives and send transmissions.”
They want to insert micro chips in the insects at their pupa stage and then when the insect grows up, they use it for their purposes such as monitoring, bomb detection, etc.
They plan to remote control the insect. Thus, essentially hacking them. There is no way insects could ever realize that they have been hacked for military purposes of humans..
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Finding New Functions for the Sun 0)))
While following a radiating pattern writ in golden sundust from cranium to neck in the luscious hair of a beautiful person a cipher system was suddenly revealed to me: the sun had surrendered its every secret, the moon had become my best friend and my destiny turned out to be on earth after all.
Overnight I had broken the code of Ra and I became him, I became solar energetic and pyrotechnic and everything ever seen was seen again in this abundant and sustainable and self-luminescent light of things and recent cosmic good hair day events. The superhero supernova finger of Ra boils water for tea in an instant for (all this means nothing to me if I can not drink this tea (and whiskey (and wine too) too) with you) you.
A sunspot is a shadow cast by lost souls digging for the sun under deserts and seas and tundra’s, refining it from black drab miles deep and barrelling it and ! O Morlockian shame ! selling it to the highest bidder. When sharing a secret with the sun you do not need to move as it will come all bright by day, giving cause to the trees and the birds and the retina and enabling one to find a teabag in the cupboard without giving the finger, radiating the lands and the buildings and the splendid times of drunkenness I will share with you in the evening, while at night with you leaving lovely imaginary messages on my imaginary phone in a lovely dream really happening Ra smiles to us approvingly a starry eyed symbolic language in a mirror desecrated by astronauts feet.
You shine without demand my dear and beside you I need nothing but more of you to keep me and the world around me alive.