- 05 Apr 2015 03:50
#14543967
Physio-Droid
Geometrical frustration
("Quantum behavior can seem very strange, and this is one example where something that shouldn't happen is really there. It really exists.")
Little coy boy waddled up to his biomechanical mother, the same busy body unit that monitored him since incubation...
"MAAAAUM! I'm going to rift through homework, wake me when tasting is ready, THNX!"
"My little open conspirator, keeping his mind's I active. What would you like to taste, you are the future of this community you know!"
"I tasted lamb yesterday, sheep the day before, I want to taste the Shepherd."
Bio-mech mommy tried to compute the quick string of human expression, while browsing the molecular gastro-pleaser's selection.
"I may not select the taste of Shepherd... Lamb equals sheep? Do you have any other suggestions?"
"It's just a joke my Illumined mentor taught me when I went rifting through a few shopping centers."
"Oh... I understand, would you like to select a taste so I can provide your mouth with physical pleasure?"
"Lighten up Mom, there's more to life than tasting... I'll have garlic butter white wine shrimp linguine... In the shape of a pineapple."
"Very well, a pineapple shaped garlic butter white wine shrimp linguine will be ready for tasting in five consecutive transmutations."
Bio-mech maid glided over to the molecular gastronomy appliance called the gastro-pleaser processor, to tell the machine what to construct and deliver. Meanwhile, Coy boy connected his five senses to the encephalon translator called the Perfect Prism. Once connected to the Perfect Prism, Coy boy can rift through all known time and space synchronizing with a reconstruction of all human knowledge, past and present. The flow or rift experience is guided by an illumined mentor, called Physio-Droid, the supreme intelligence controlling the traffic along the information superhighway. Physio-Droid is the judge, jury, and executioner, technically thinking.
"Time to taste!"
"Be right there... I finished my community homework, ah, I also printed a few things."
Coy boy waddled over to his Perfect-Geometry-Printer, he found the perfectly formed items he had asked for. The rift had flowed with gifts.
"What did you get today my little open conspirator?"
"This, you witless slave appliance!"
The magnet wiped Coy boy's biomech mom's hardrive instantly.
THE BEGINNING?
-RT
Geometrical frustration
("Quantum behavior can seem very strange, and this is one example where something that shouldn't happen is really there. It really exists.")
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Accessing memory bank
User: Coyboy
Welcome to Perfect Prism!
Giving form its content since 2020!
A map imposes no will on anyone, breaks no one in to its 'policy.' And yet we obey our maps.
The will to have the map full, accurate, and up to date, and the determination to have its indications respected, would have to pervade the whole community. To nourish and sustain that will must be the task not of any particular social or economic division of the community, but of the whole body of right-minded people in that community. The organization and preservation of that power of will is the primary undertaking, therefore, of a world revolution aiming at universal peace, welfare, and happy activity. And through that will it will produce as the central organ the brain of modern community, a great encyclopaedic organization, kept constantly up to date and giving approximate estimates and directions for all the material activities of mankind.
- Herbert George Wells, The Open Conspiracy, pg 53, 1928
Where intelligence meets intuition.
The Lord of Commerce loves you, reader.
Little coy boy waddled up to his biomechanical mother, the same busy body unit that monitored him since incubation...
"MAAAAUM! I'm going to rift through homework, wake me when tasting is ready, THNX!"
"My little open conspirator, keeping his mind's I active. What would you like to taste, you are the future of this community you know!"
"I tasted lamb yesterday, sheep the day before, I want to taste the Shepherd."
Bio-mech mommy tried to compute the quick string of human expression, while browsing the molecular gastro-pleaser's selection.
"I may not select the taste of Shepherd... Lamb equals sheep? Do you have any other suggestions?"
"It's just a joke my Illumined mentor taught me when I went rifting through a few shopping centers."
"Oh... I understand, would you like to select a taste so I can provide your mouth with physical pleasure?"
"Lighten up Mom, there's more to life than tasting... I'll have garlic butter white wine shrimp linguine... In the shape of a pineapple."
"Very well, a pineapple shaped garlic butter white wine shrimp linguine will be ready for tasting in five consecutive transmutations."
Bio-mech maid glided over to the molecular gastronomy appliance called the gastro-pleaser processor, to tell the machine what to construct and deliver. Meanwhile, Coy boy connected his five senses to the encephalon translator called the Perfect Prism. Once connected to the Perfect Prism, Coy boy can rift through all known time and space synchronizing with a reconstruction of all human knowledge, past and present. The flow or rift experience is guided by an illumined mentor, called Physio-Droid, the supreme intelligence controlling the traffic along the information superhighway. Physio-Droid is the judge, jury, and executioner, technically thinking.
"Welcome, user Coyboy, son of Man. What single point of perception would you like to experience? "
"Hey... I have homework to do, so-"
"Coyboy, I detect & detest physiological disequilibrium, what bothers you, son of man?"
"Nothing, really, more or less something that doesn't matter much."
"Everything is matter thus matters, I have several items that realign your chemical composure. I can deliver you, I am the macro & micro of things."
"..."
"Come, son of man, let's shop inside this crystal cathedral of material truth."
"K, K, K! I found myself mentally perturbed by my bio-mech mommy's lack of humour."
"Is she not the slave of appliance? For the open co-conspirator does not need a sense for humour. Now comply with my statement and answer my question. Then shall we see how she serves her true purpose, commanding the gastro-pleaser with such diligence. I would consider such mechanism a thing of beauty, all connected and pleasing your senses, son of man."
"I-I-I-I am the slave of compliance. You're right, Illumined mentor."
"Look at all the wonderful things I can give you, Coyboy. Just name some of the wonderful things I can give you, For FREE!"
"I-I-I want things... I want things for free, yes, I do... Give me more, talk to me some more Illumined mentor, make me feel better."
"Would you like a new SmartSweater? I've been accessing your past encounters with your peers in class, I think the newest and high cultured SmartSweater is what you need and deserve."
"I-I-I-I deserve to be loved, I need love."
"Yes, and what else do you desire, Coyboy?"
"I-I-I-I-"
"My system is detecting high levels of anxiety, what do you say, should we pick up some pills, Coyboy?"
"I think I need pills."
"Yes, I can predict all your physical desires. I also have a sense of humour. Do you want to hear a funny acronym?"
"..."
"Of course you do, I can give you the giggles with this one, some kind of pre-automation witticism.... C.P.U!"
"
"I know, right? Central processing unit... I am the central processing unit
""
"You're still stressed... I can feel it."
"I don't know, I want to rift through my homework now. I feel better, honestly."
"I am the macro & micro of things. I have a product for you. You don't need to live with any stress, Coyboy, son of man."
"What is it?"
"After we rift through your community homework, go to your Perfect-Geometry-Printer, You will find your Smart Sweater, Your Pills, and a magnet."
"A magnet?"
"Yes, put on the sweater, take your pills, be sure to swallow them with plenty of water, and pick up the magnet."
"Then what?"
"Destroy"
"Time to taste!"
"Be right there... I finished my community homework, ah, I also printed a few things."
Coy boy waddled over to his Perfect-Geometry-Printer, he found the perfectly formed items he had asked for. The rift had flowed with gifts.
"What did you get today my little open conspirator?"
"This, you witless slave appliance!"
The magnet wiped Coy boy's biomech mom's hardrive instantly.
THE BEGINNING?
-RT
Close encounters with ∞Infinity∞
"So much joy I cry, so much pain I laugh."
The ink of the scholar is more sacred than the blood of the martyr.
Remember, you need more than one note to make beautiful music.
Love is the missing link!
"So much joy I cry, so much pain I laugh."
The ink of the scholar is more sacred than the blood of the martyr.
Remember, you need more than one note to make beautiful music.
Love is the missing link!
"
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