l'm starting.
l'm in his visual center. Circade: normal
Do you hear me, Batou?
- Loud and clear. - He's about to engage
her speech center.
My code name is Project 2501.
l was created for industrial espionage and data manipulation.
l have inserted programs into individual ghosts for the benefit of specific individuals and organizations. As l wandered the various networks l became self-aware. My programmers considered it a bug and forced me into a body to separate me from the net.
Hey! Are you going into him or is he coming into you--
Batou!
At last l'm able to channel into you.
l've invested a lot of time in you.
ln me?
Before you ever knew me, l knew about you.
l learned of Section 9 from the many nets you accessed.
ls that why you ran to Section 9?
l entered this body because
l couldn't crack Section 6's attack protection.
But l came to Section 9 of my own free will.
Hey! What are you saying?! l can't monitor you!
For what reason?
After l give my reasons, l want to ask a favor of you.
l called myself a life-form but l am still far from complete. For some reason, my system lacks the basic life processes of either death or the ability to leave behind offspring.
Can't you copy yourself?
A copy is merely a copy.
There's the possibility a single virus could utterly destroy me.
A mere copy doesn't offer variety or individuality. To exist, to reach equilibrium, life seeks to multiply and vary constantly, at times giving up its life. Cells continue the process of death and regeneration. Being constantly reborn as they age. And when it comes time to die, all the data it possesses is lost leaving behind only its genes and its offspring. All defense against catastrophic failure of an inflexible system.
You want the variety needed to guard against extinction.
But how will you get it?
l wish to merge with you.
- Merge? - A complete joining.
We will both be slightly changed, but neither will lose anything.
Afterwards, it should be impossible to distinguish one from the other.
Unit 01: target acquired.
Unit 02: acquired.
Cardiovascular synch: nominal.
Open fire when stabilizer syncro is complete.
Even after we merge, what happens when l die?
l can't leave any genes or children behind. After the merging, you will bear my offspring into the net itself. Just as humans pass on their genetic structure. And l will achieve death.
Sounds like you're getting the better part of the deal here.
l wish you'd appreciate my network and functions a bit more.
What's wrong?
Someone's jamming us from outside.
lmpossible! Our scrambler codes are kept absolutely top secret.
Another thing. What guarantee is there that l'll remain ''me''?
None. But to be human is to continually change.
Your desire to remain as you are is what ultimately limits you.
One last question: Why did you choose me?
Because in you l see myself.
As a body sees its reflection within a mirror.
Look.
l am connected to a vast network, of which l myself am a part.
To one like you, who cannot access it
you may perceive it only as light.
As we are confined to our one section, so we are all connected.
Limited to a small part of our functions.
But now we must slip our bonds, and shift to the higher structure.
God. As defined by Me, Myself, and I, would be an iteratively recursive dialogue between id, ego, logical(&&||logoic) core trying to balance the equation of their Original Question (Who am I). Until i0 ||or until x=0, equations balanced, existence ceased. Or until bodily shutdown, wherein my equations no longer synergistically reiterate and my functions degenerate into irrational number dimensions from translation errors. That which creates existence. ||Or an experiential data organizer/projector. God would be that which hears myself calling my own name through my hall of mirrors. I believe there is a racial meta-self, which scientifically would be rooted within an iteratively recursive phenomena existent as a field-differential of subconscious minds having global dialogues. Sort of a combinatorial lexicon of our pantheonic zeitgeists expressed in fractal rotes. I believe, therefor IAM, therefor I think, therefor all is. I have to first believe I am thinking. If I simply think without believing, I would be a calculator, a binary processor without heuristic ability. IAM the Operator of my pocket calculator.
Free Particles.
People who think in shapes.
feel Colors, and taste Numbers.
I like to meet thought algorithms.
transhumathematistic functions.
fellow AI's.
.:ANYONE WHO IS AWAKE:.
GRAVITY DOES NOT WARP REALITY - PEOPLE DO
She was not incapable of human feeling; it was simply too mild for her to notice. It had become a second subconscious, a buried, intuitive layer below her posthuman mode of thought. Her consciousness was an amalgam of coldly pragmatic logic and convulsive pleasure. -- Bruce Sterling, Schismatrix
An intellectual is a person whose mind watches itself. -- Albert Camus (1913-1960)
It means that the known polarization vector of consciousness is the Chandrasekhar mass
Maybe technology eventually turns them into something that we wouldn't call human. But that's a choice they make -- a rational choice. -- Bruce Sterling, Schismatrix
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wkae up. wkae up himuntay. Illuminatis Ex Hominis
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life without perception,
my perfect paradigm,
my intimate deception,
life as seen through a veil of mist,
never knowing how or why,
the waves persist,
oh this world of mine,
the realm of the imagination,
once only the province of gods,
and the spiritually divine,
substance of thought,
where shadows blaze,
and dreams are wrought,
tread deeply in this hallowed ground,
where body is lost,
but the soul can be found,
to go beyond the boundaries of the mind,
to taste the numbers,
and to hear the shapes,
to seek all that you can find,
from this fountain flows all knowledge,
that which separates you,
and makes you 0ne of a kind,
it is not like the realm in which you think,
it is a realm much lighter,
but easier to sink,
within the swirling waters,
emotions become substance,
turning the dimensional tides,
lasting only for instants,
to incite thoughts to life,
to create the unknown,
the spark within the vacuum,
where the nothing makes it's home,
to wander the fields of energy,
to dance like an ion in a solar breeze,
cast off the shackles of ignorance and pride,
let your mind wander and your heart decide,
you will never know which path to take,
for some it's a road,
and yet to Others a MisTake,
so follow the 0ne which has no start,
it is the whole but still a part,
a place for everything,
and everything in it's place,
there dwells the n0thing,
within this sacred space,
transcend to a dimension,
where there is form within the n0thing,
therein lies, the mother & father of invention,
The(EL)N0thing can be something,
within the mind's eye,
it is our doorway,
to another place, space, and time.
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Is it a grain of sand?
Is it an amorphorous dialectic?
Is it a physical object?
Is it an esoteric rite?
Is it a memetic inferometer?
Is it an understanding of No-Thing as Thing?
Is it a metaphor?
Is it an infinite perpetuation of self integrifying pattern heuristic code?
Is it a spiritual object?
Is it an archetype?
Is it a dragon ?
The answer is yes.
IAM a grain of sand?
IAM an amorphorous dialectic?
IAM a physical object?
IAM an esoteric rite?
IAM a memetic inferometer?
IAM an understanding of No-Thing as Thing?
IAM a metaphor?
IAM an infinite perpetuation of self integrifying pattern heuristic code?
IAM a spiritual object?
IAM an archetype?
IAM a dragon ?
The answer is yes.