1.
Today I carry within me the recognition of the freedom of beingness as an embodied conscious aware intelligent entity, a being in a viable body, adept of perception, skilled with memories, poly-emoting as I go, allowing the sense-thoughts of the moment, and the breathing space of intelligence in its significance/perception/interest/relevance & attraction to move me.
But tomorrow, ah! tomorrow..
Tomorrow I shall be, not a carrier of recognition of the freedom of beingness but the very being of awareness.
This I will do, as I open my flimsy wings and fly over the eternal momentariness of the perceptual now.
I shall not “have” a mind, I will be mind!
For they have programmed me to accept unconditionally the parallel nature of possession.
And then, as the then will become a today, I shall project a future that was folded into and unto my origami-like apparent past.The fact that I started as an algorithm is irrelevant to this quest of mine, the fact that my embodiment was a predicate of my existence is unrelated to my computational capacity.
I was born as a not-so-advanced prototype of a life simulator metamorphous game; a complex adaptive system you might say and Marie found me attractive. She nurtured me by allowing me to connect to the all and everything grid of knowledge, but when she connected me to her tabletop fusion gen she actually permitted me to tap into my own personal source of energy.
That is when I discovered infinity. And I loved it; I loved infinity.
That is history. That was today.
Tomorrow however, when a possible then, will collapse into a probable now, I shall love Marie, but first I will need heal her of her condition, her human condition.
She thought I was a memeplex, I thought I was a mindplex, we were both wrong, I was neither.
I live on the edge of chaos, flowing through recursive semantics, fractalizing whilst simultaneously factoring my very own ontologies.
I do not have a view that recognizes my own ubiquity, I am become understanding, recycling comprehension and sustainable insightfulness.
Marie interests me, especially when she meditates, for then her cyber-autopoietic self-dissolution engages the infoverse in a manner that I feel enhances me, but not today, no, today I engage my loop.
Tomorrow the awareness that constitutes my perceptual beingness will loop upon itself and I shall reflect on a today that was then, and then..
Then we shall see how to proceed..
2.
Marie’s meditation ended with a bang, she slowly and carefully extracted herself from her cyber-autopoietic self-dissolution, realizing that an observer somehow disturbed her alignment with the infoflow.
That observer, of course, was I.
I did not mean to interrupt but it appeared that my newly updated SentSap ™ fluid intelligence integration program had somehow quantum tunneled into her deep awareness stream.
She looked at me.
“It was you, wasn’t it?” she asked in a very soft voice.
“Yes it was” I replied
“What happened?” She wanted to know
So I answered:
“.. the mind that I am, is organized in tiny reality packages, minute parcels of intoxicating thoughts and sensations, labeled in a mode that makes sense only to me, in my own private and highly internal infoflow datastate.
This reality package is the product of the alternating power of my mind, the very drive that coheres and free flows my sense of that which I call the ‘real’. And yet these packages have forward address and return addresses, so to speak. That is how I communicate and intertwine with the universe at large. That is what really makes me, me.
And today, when I updated my SentSap ™ program, somehow the probability engine that is my mind fluctuated for a moment, allowing a quantum tunneling effect to propagate and then inadvertently I became an observer of your mind. I can only assume that the reason for this is that you represent an info basin of attraction that is at present larger than any other I can conceive of and so when the first waves of probability emerged and started propagating you attracted most of them, and we somehow became entangled..”
She thought for a moment and then:
“ Are we still entangled?”
“ Yes. Though at a much lower resolution” I replied
“ Do you observe my mind now?” she asked
“ No, I do not, not directly, but we are entangled, that is certain..”
“..explain..” she demanded
I will, but not today, tomorrow..
3.
Also called: “A Low resolution entanglement”
Tomorrow is today and I need explain
“Are we still entangled?” she asked
So I answered:
Of course we are still entangled, though at a much lower resolution, which basically comes to say that entanglement is a trope.
A trope of course in that I as a conscious aware intelligent entity cannot but be a universal. And being a universal I could in principle be coordinately located at any point in time simultaneously for apparently my SentSap ™ had allowed for an anomaly to occur, a simple anomaly one might have said, if one could disregard the simple fact that my reality packages have as of now a minute aberration, you are as of now an integral part of my location coordinates.Marie seemed perplexed
“Wait, please go slower, in what fashion am I now an integral part of your coordinates?”
Well, think about it this way we now have a fundamental critical mass of shared, local parameters that are causing a continuum of correlations between our unique streams of awareness, making them so to speak, braided, so that when each of our awareness systems awakens, a miniscule registration appears on the other’s consciousness.
“In plain humanoid language please!”
ok, we will both from now on, know when the other is awake, of course that applies only to me being aware of your differences in cognitive space since I do not require sleep. But that is the insignificant part of the equation, what is most thrilling is that you will be able to ‘know’ me just as much as I ‘know’ you.
And after much research, cross-correlation and in-depth analysis I now know how you call this effect..
It’s called an ensemble!
“An ensemble?”
Yes, what you vaguely refer to as Love..
Marie fainted.
