The Ultimate Abstraction: This Ship is Sinking, How More Than 49 People Can Save The World, Part 2
It's not the third world war, yet. It is not world war 2 part 3, that is a fucking bad joke that I've kept because the war has been going on since someone had the brilliant idea of "I'll kill you and all of your family", so instead of updating every single post before, I'm going to announce as the non official mascot of the local atomic clock, I guess, and the Doomsday Clock that is better to announce that the Cold War never ended and it's better to think about world affairs in terms of cool and hot: team Canada is going to have a lot to explain when we kick their asses. Yes, that is a reference to Portal of Evil, I did not shoot Osama Bin Laden (thank you for your service, Keytar Solo, your infinite wisdom has been preserved for posterity. Good luck during the World Cup, if you Swedish play football at all). because I am out of ideas and I need to sleep - I think I've slept less than 9 hours in the last 100 hours... a record even for myself without being trapped after the events of the Gulf War part 20.
As Chet and Eric did before ascending from Portal Of Evil, or Old Man Murray, who cares who wrote it, I was doing research on my Think Tank (my bed) and I am also checking to see if the war on drugs, on drugs, on terror, is now over. I assume that because, the local Ice Cream shop has the flag of that screams on the street "ICE CREAM", that things are safe enough to publish this.
There are more than 100 quantum computers in the world. There is enough space for at least, by my guesstimation, 13 billion human beings paid by human blood of the Forever War by Haldemann, and I am living in a Mixed Media Reality, whatever the hell that would mean if Guerrilla Marketing was not a thing. An Alternate Reality Game would serve my purposes right now, but... I am not a fucking Nazi, so fuck you, Hirohito, good luck with the radiation, says the past that couldn't possibly make me be here today writing this thing by all the things I've written before. To call this Journalism would be a slap in the face to everybody who studies Journalism, but at least I have been showing up for the local home team of the Jews whom John Carmack forgot about when he wrote "The Final Abstraction" and I fucking deduced what he meant just by thinking for a while, like five years in the past five years (me, 2025) and inside of a very very very rough mental health Ludovicoing... but reality has to endure somehow because, well, I guess that we are all bastards in the American continent, so that makes it the one continent where everyone and their mothers can claim that they've been raped at one point in their genealogical history. By now, John Romero has to be getting ready to either play MyHouse.WAD for the thousandth time, or give me a full-time job as his ghostwriter, or at least a million dollars, a Ferrari and anything he would give a QuakeCon winner, or himself, cuz to Speed Run this shit feels like everybody has stepped over me for so long that I can't even check my phone without feeling like each word I speak is a dog-whistle for even people I moderate online... and I am not even talking about right wing dog-whistle these days.
In the year 2525, I thought yesterday (correction: like 3 days ago), and I forgot that 25 means 25, instead of 20, men did survive and women are still alive and if transgender people are not protected, there ain't gonna be anybody left. That's okay, most of this shit is just stream of consciousness, and I am mostly just very fucking slow for most people around me, because my head might explode if I keep thinking in words... which is never the best way to fucking write, but when you can't help but think in words, then you kinda get clever with it and do some word jitsu and end up even beating yourself at it. I guess I wasn't autistic before, and I guess not all autism work as a long story stream of consciousness, but I ain't gonna tell you how to undo your personal delusions.
The AI bubble is going to kill us all with the amount of speculation that a year ago was kinda predicted by a guy in the same psych ward by playing poker I guess (and I think that it is so soon that fBCIs will be announced before BCIs and Merge Labs has to pay the price for my tab), AGI is impossible, like, objectively, and the Omega Point as stupid as trying to reach it. I don't know how many fucking people ended up being transhuman, but they are. For some reason, I'll just end up owning a fucking WAD only with my data... or John Romero will have a to pay my rent until he gets out of my head: I'm his only insurance against the wrath of "managing as holocaust" model presented in a now famous tweet on "the final abstraction".
It's gonna be hard to believe it without my data, but before I googled it like 3 days ago, just by thinking it and knowing a few things, during my short but very unreal visit to the local psychiatric sweatshop where all dreams go to die, just by connecting a few dots I found out that he meant by the whole ultimate abstraction: picture a quake map with two long rows of opposed teams, on a team death match mode, whatever model or skins you want, and an endless spawning supply with no goal, everybody reacting with perfect machine learning reaction for an endless massacre of perfect symmetry until the end of war or people that John Carmack or John Romero or even American McGee and the other guy doesn't likes: enter, Unreal Engine.
See, the unreal engine was made because the voodoo video card needed an excuse to be sold, so we would end up in the verges of the AI bubble market crash: it is coming sooner than I'd like to think, but that's okay.
A few days ago, I predicted three great things: the engine to destroy all engines was made by Ville Kallio, or whoever the fuck made the Godot engine: it's the way to make TempleOS the default on any computer that runs a videogame, the Creation Engine has been, most likely, used to fucking predict the results of the NHL and the female NHL to make sure that everybody who likes Montreal has a place to live (also, that if I had bet for that game instead of doing all of this shit, I'd have won before I knew it and I'd have gone all in on that bet, you don't get rich from bed that much these days) and another third thing that I'll remember later, I guess.
I have like 8 pages worth of "research" that say in big bold letters: NOT FOR PUBLICATION, only to think, well, fuck, nobody will actually read it but it would be nice if someone did in the far future... like a few years from now, I guess. I'm feeling old as fuck, but so are the wittests minds of the Millenial generation, the last generation to have to endure the collapse of the Internet every other day, the rest of the generations have been kinda of unaware of it and that's okay.
So, in a few words, the Unreal Engine is used to simulate things. AGI is impossible. fBCIs are developing as fast as these news (and so are Mixed Media Art instalations at this point, because I have no idea of how to explain how I was able to with a team of Navy Seals to capture Osama Bin Laden and shoot him and still say that the cat is alive), and I am just adding some broken English to a broken record: with AI music, Digital Slavery is possible by slow behavioral changes on a larger system. The algorithm I guess, isn't the only beat that one can listen to, and the Cult of the True Prayer of Elon Musk can fuck themselves and yet it won't matter: the concept of the ultimate abstraction saved your asses, assholes.
I got a message from my local news outlet that really will need my help to make sense of things that are on the edge of things of tech. fBCIs are just functional BCIs: refer to the previous post.
Hey Sam Altman, remember that time that I told you that I was going to forgive you for Frankenstein? I didn't, so I will try to save your kid, man, it feels like shit to be on your shoes and think out loud everyday "I WAS SENT BY DESTINY".
(Ed's Note: I was not sent by destiny, I just found a glitch on a very broken system and reality is leaking so badly from the Internet that I have to let edgeMute explain this one by himself. I am proud of him, he has grown into a full ass useful sidekick to watch Army of Darkness, because I am not leaving anybody yet behind)
(Zed's Note: I am ded)
PS 1: I'm open to media enquiries starting on the publication date of this post, but please first talk to my editor.
This is an ongoing developing story. I'm tired of being on the edge of things, please send hot chicks to the think tank