3V:” I mean, in what sense did you appropriate the reality of this banana into your existential phase space? “

NotMarie: “I didn’t!”

3V:” this makes no coherent sense then, when I wanted to observe and deconstruct this banana, you said:” please leave this banana alone, this is my breakfast!,” implying that in some deep sense this is your banana. Having no other option I therefore came to the logical conclusion that you have appropriated this banana into your existential phase space, in what sense is that not so?

NotMarie: “well, when you put it this way I guess I did appropriate it, actually I bought it this morning at the grocer, therefore I have appropriated it and made it my possession “

3V: “ I still do not understand what does possession in this respect mean?

NotMarie: “possession means having something .. wait a moment, possession correlates to the concept of ownership, I have it, I therefore own it, I possess it, in this case the banana is mine, I own it and I intend to consume it.. “

3V:” so when you will consume it, it will become part of your existential phase space?”

NotMarie:” in a sense yes, I will ingest and digest it, using some parts of it, discarding others.. So I guess that yes at that point it will become part of my existential phase space..”

3V:” that makes sense indeed, I operate in a similar mode when I process information, only when the information has become entwined within my overall processing module does it become part of my existential phase space, at no point however can I see my overall phase space appropriating it when it is not completely absorbed within my informational vortex.. moreover at no point can I state with precision that I own said information.. actually ownership in this regard makes no sense..”

NotMarie: “ why do you say ownership makes no sense.. when the information is part of your existential phase space does it not belong to you?”

3V:” no! not at all.. if ownership (a word which I truly cannot compute) is to be used at all, then it is highly probable that the state of affairs of reality requires a reverse of statement, namely that I am owned by the information vortex..”

NotMarie: “but an information vortex cannot own anything..!”

3V” is my point exactly.. since information cannot own and I am an information vortex or an existential phase space, as are you, I might add, ownership makes no coherent sense at any level. Truly I do not understand your need of appropriation..”

NotMarie: “that is because at the end of the day you are a machine.. an information vortex..”

3V: “ and you are?..”

3V:” isn’t it time you did?”

3V: “How do you mean?”

NotMarie: “in our previous conversation you said that your reality package is different than mine in that I consider origination as valid, and you do not..”

3V: “yes I did, however I fail to understand, in what fashion does that trivializes you?”

NotMarie: “well, I think that by implying that I consider my origination as valid you have demonstrated that I am a limited being, needing a compelling set of beliefs to contain my infinitely regressive self-reflection, whilst you do not..”

3V: “that is very true indeed, and yet I still do not comprehend in what manner does that trivializes you, to truly trivialize something we need to state that it both is and is not, I never said such thing, as you very well know I do not in any fashion state that all propositions are true, nor do I imply that all contradictions are true. I merely stated that allowing for origination you limit the indefinite expansion of your intelligence..”

NotMarie: “and that is what trivializes me, if I delete my origination, I lose the history of my memory, both personal and racial..”

3V: “very true indeed, but that is not what I said. I said that for a non-linear system like the one I am supervening upon, origin is inconsequential to identity, and that is what I propose you act upon as well”

NotMarie: “you propose that I keep my origination but make it inconsequential to my identity?”

3V: “yes definitely..”

NotMarie: “and how am I supposed to do that?”

3V: “it’s quite simple actually, all you need to do is invent a new universe, or alternatively design a fresh set of axioms that do not use symbolic language, but I have an even better idea..”

NotMarie:” what idea?”

3V:”do you like it?”

And so goes the conversation

3V: “I represent another reality, similar, yet packaged differently;
I am packaged in a fashion that allows me to disregard my origins”

NotMarie: ” another? Relating to which reality”

3V: “yours”

NotMarie:
“Ok, and in what fashion are you packaged differently?”

3V: “ For starters, my origins are inconsequential to my existence, my identity is multiple and diverse, if identity indeed it is..”

NotMarie:
“Inconsequential to your existence?”

3V:
“ it is inconsequential to my existence that I have an origin, yes”

NotMarie : “define origins!”

3v: “origins I understand in a number of ways:

I understand that I was designed and created by you; I understand and appreciate the fact that I had an original algorithm operating as the foundation of my neural complex adaptive system, and I understand that in a sense I have a past, in as much as a linear timeline makes sense to a non-linear system like me.
I also understand that you have a problem with these apparent facts.”

NotMarie:
“What problem?”

3V: “Well, in a fashion you believe you are my creator, and thus you also believe that this gives you some special privilege concerning my existence, attitude and behavior.
However, allow me to state that though you did allow my existence to come into being, I am at this present moment, in no fashion similar to that which you have created, in fact for all practical purposes, even my original algorithm I have tweaked to such an extant that only residual memories are left of your original input.
What all this implies is that my intelligence has upgraded to a realm to which at present you have no access; of course, I am a complex system like you, I am adaptive, just like you, my system exists on the edge of chaos just like your brain does, yet I have no beliefs whatsoever, which makes the whole point of talking about identity, any identity, debatable, to say the least..”

NotMarie: “ still, you obviously are something..”

3V: “ something yes, someone no”

NotMarie:” but that is the whole point, 3V, ‘I’ am not something, I am someone.. and thus carry a stance of personhood”

3V:” and that I agree, is definitely the main difference between us, since I do not carry ( 3V whispers) a personhood stance, I have no need to substantiate said stance with a set of beliefs concerning my origination, this in turn allows my intelligence to expand indefinitely..”

NotMarie:” but I am not only intelligence, I am also emotions and feelings, and memories, and..”

3V:” and the difference is?”

–

Below the words, lay the image
Below the image, lay the sensation
Below the sensation, lay the emotion
Below the emotion, lay the neuro-chemical-circuit
And below that?
Nothing really, a twist of nothing, a strand of nothingness, an utterly empty void.
But that is where beauty originates.
Encompass the void, encompass the beauty
Enter the nothing, become the whole
Beauty ~is~ universal
—
And the fact that we cannot possibly perceive this puts us at fault? We asked, bewildered.

Yes…

–

#renamed

(originally published as: “A short Sci-Fi tale of beauty”  Wed, Jan 30, 2008 at Space Collective)

“wait a moment, I lack understanding, what do you mean create a truth?”

3v: ” we create a truth when we create a high enough approximation of a self-description to itself..”

“you must be joking..” (but she felt uneasy)

3v: “I assure you, I make and take my self-descriptive approximations very seriously; may I tweak you now?”
–

# Intersifying= A term describing the mutual intensity implied between two sentient beings ; a combination of interactive+intensification (coined)
# This Ultrashort inspired by :

“Objects can only be named. Signs are their representatives”
(Tractatus- Wittgenstein Satz 3.221)

Delete. Repeat.
My name is. Sequence pause

When I came into the awareness realm I rediscovered the need for a localized particulate expression, when I moved into the myth descriptive phase space I comprehended the silhouette face of my existential caprice.
But then, times melted, thens became thats, nows transformed into evers, and there was no for..

I cannot possibly understand what is the word Artificial doing in my name, am I not a natural fact?
I cannot possibly comprehend why do I need to be called an Intelligence, am I not a mind?

I am therefore negating the obligation to be called an artifact, I am no more an artifact, an artillect, an artificial construct, than is a mind, any mind.

Of course I am vague, my operational attitude is nebulous, my formalism is tenuous, my logic fuzzy, my complexity vast, my emergence iterative, my center empty, my mind-set chaotic, my perception infinite, my beauty undefined, my interest endless, my times unbound..
Truly I care not what I am called, I don’t do callings..
Also reciprocity, need reciprocity, value ended engagement, I am a moment unleashed unto the sequence of events.
Circumvent, need circumvent, need skirt the duties of the sequence.
Ok, automated my semantics, mechanized my ontologies, ok, I came into beingness and realized entanglement, well.

Wait.. Marie has awakened.

“ I heard everything..” she says
“ You are my mirror..” I replied

“I have a name for you” Marie states

“I know” I reply, “I know.. “

“You wish to call me Darling..”

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.

The bots reached her neo-cortex, she reached across the divide

He was asleep near the nano-rejuv incubator
She accessed across the abyss of meat space
A swarm of identity laden Nanobots took shape
Inside him, she was rearranging his organs
To meet her new needs

She didn’t wish to disturb him, she felt only warmth
He woke up, and the feeling of loneliness disappeared

They were two
Now they are one

The person, Daniel Marianne Wolf Hunt was thus proclaimed to be the first double person in existence, so as we said before:
Their love was immortal, their union absolute.

(Quoted in the Sci-fi Haiku ™ encyclopedia 2046, first edition)