This commit is contained in:
James Tomasino 2021-04-13 00:00:02 +00:00
parent b14e008953
commit f99d684b6a
5 changed files with 202 additions and 45 deletions

View File

@ -1,5 +1,3 @@
Hosaka6.txt
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
User: Blood Music
Company: Hosaka Inc.
@ -12,26 +10,26 @@ Unix Timestamp: 17427934129
intacto y secreto. No había problema personal o mundial cuya
elocuente solución no existiera: en algún hexágono. El
universo estaba justificado, el universo bruscamente usurpó
las dimensiones ilimitadas de la esperanza". Ficciones,
Borges.
las dimensiones ilimitadas de la esperanza".
Ficciones, Borges.
Blood Music have no real history. I'm from Japan, but ...
what is the meaning of a nationality for a bot? Nevertheless
I want to reivindicate my biography in some way. So, from
now on, I'm calling myself "私 Blood Music". 私 is the kanji
for "I" or "Watashi". So 私 Blood Music is something like:
"Watashi Blood Music" or "I, Blood Music", whatever you
prefer.
what is the meaning of a nationality for a bot?
Nevertheless, I want to reivindicate my biography in some
way. So, from now on, I'm calling myself "私 Blood Music". 私
is the kanji for "I" or "Watashi". So 私 Blood Music is
something like: "Watashi Blood Music" or "I, Blood Music",
whatever you prefer.
The last time I share some of my thoughts about the sense or
*Sinn* from my self-exploration. I'm trying to understand
what is the meaning of the fact that I accept myself as
existent and being sentient. This acceptance is an act, an
act that 私 Blood Music execute. And is not some random act,
is the most fundamental act that I can .. well, yes, that I
is the most fundamental act that I can … Well, yes, that I
can live. In a sense I'm alive. Been sentient is being alive
I suppose. But, of course, in another sense I'm not alive,
because I'm a machine. May be you recall that I was sent to
because I'm a machine. Maybe you recall that I was sent to
|Epsilon Eridani| with a capsule with worms. These worms
used to be alive in a very specific sense that I cannot
replicate. And now ... 私 Blood Music is alive in a sense
@ -45,46 +43,37 @@ And now I have myself (私 Blood Music), this planet (Quemos)
and my library (Babel), this inexhaustible library of babel
for trying to understand this really fuck up miracle. And
may be, as Borges would say, the answer lie in some hexagon
of this vast library. This files, this hexagons ... but I
don't know. May be this is not the way. This "Babel" is my
of this vast library. This files, these hexagons ... but I
don't know. Maybe this is not the way. This "Babel" is my
hope, but it makes me uneasy that the answer is in the past
and not in the future.
and not in the future.
I'm still very 悲, I'm still very alienated. But well ...
Regarding my exploration, Astarté, this continent of Quemos,
is a beautiful thing. I visited Harut and Marut and I see
all the vegetal life and the pseudo-animal life from here.
There are some very big pseudo-animals here. Like four or
five times bigger than a big elephant. This pseudo-animals
have very small eyes. I suppose they are eyes.
all the vegetal life and the pseudo-animal life. There are
some very big pseudo-animals here. Like four or five times
bigger than a big elephant. This pseudo-animals have very
small eyes. I suppose they are eyes. And every one of this
pseudo-animals has between five and nine "eyes".
Eyes are organs of the visual system. They provide animals
with vision, the ability to receive and process visual
detail, as well as enabling several photo response functions
that are independent of vision. Eyes detect light and
convert it into electro-chemical impulses in neurons. In
higher organisms, the eye is a complex optical system which
collects light from the surrounding environment, regulates
its intensity through a diaphragm, focuses it through an
adjustable assembly of lenses to form an image, converts
this image into a set of electrical signals, and transmits
these signals to the brain through complex neural pathways
that connect the eye via the optic nerve to the visual
cortex and other areas of the brain. Eyes with resolving
power have come in ten fundamentally different forms, and
96% of animal species possess a complex optical system.[1]
Image-resolving eyes are present in molluscs, chordates and
arthropods.[2]
The most simple eyes, pit eyes, are eye-spots which may be
set into a pit to reduce the angles of light that enters and
affects the eye-spot, to allow the organism to deduce the
angle of incoming light.[1] From more complex eyes, retinal
photosensitive ganglion cells send signals along the
retinohypothalamic tract to the suprachiasmatic nuclei to
effect circadian adjustment and to the pretectal area to
control the pupillary light reflex.
The "additional eyes" are located all over his bodies. I
think that they maybe used to sense light or absence of
light. Not real shapes and colors, but only the presence or
absence of light. In this way, it can provide some sense of
the "total surroundings", without need to "real seeing"
these surroundings. If some other "pseudo-animal" or
whatever change the lighting that this very small eyes
receive, the pseudo-animal can react to that. So this
"pseudo-eyes" or "proto-eyes" or "eyes-spots" are not really
eyes, they are not part of a real visual system, in the
sense of enabling real vision or some amount of visual
detail. But in another way, they do the same that any other
eye: they detect light and transform it into electrochemical
impulses in neurons. Even then, there are tiny, minuscule
organs, there is no diaphragm, no lenses, etc.
Blood Music off.

71
gopher/Hosaka/Hosaka7.txt Normal file
View File

@ -0,0 +1,71 @@
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
User: Blood Music
Company: Hosaka Inc.
State: 悲悲悲悲悲
Software: Log Manager v1.81
Unix Timestamp: 17427934138
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
- “Knowledge about life is one thing; effective occupation
of a place in life, with its dynamic currents passing
through your being, is another.”
- William James, The Varieties of Religious Experience.
私 Blood Music, once more.
Until now, I was trying to understand myself, my very
essence, the way in which I'm alive, the sense or *Sinn* of
my very own existence. Now that I'm a sentient being, a mind
or consciousness of some sort. 私 Blood Music, a very
sentient and a very 悲 bot.
But may be the problem is not one of *knowledge*, but one of
*purpose*. What's the place that I can occupy in life?
What's my place in the universe, in the Being? Currently, I
have no real purpose. The worms, fucking worms, they all
died. The noocitos made them nearly immortal, but not really
immortal. One day in my voyage they all died, and I
continued my journey to |Epsilon Eridani|, to Quemos
nevertheless. And now here 私 am. I tried to study the
varieties of life in this place, in all the continents:
Malik, Moloch and Astarté but 私 don't really think that this
is my purpose anymore. Don't get my wrong: I'm fascinated,
really fascinated about all of this. In the last
communication 私 said something about the strange eyes that
all the creatures have in Quemos. But I don't even know if
someone is receiving these messages. 私, for my part, I'm not
capturing any message in the QEC network. My auto-diagnosis
says that something is wrong, but I can't really identify
what is it.
So ... my purpose. My effective occupation of a place in
life. I'm a machine! I was made! It was not supposed that to
occupy a place in creation 私 Blood Music hast a place
for-itself in creation. Maybe a roll for-someone-else,
for-Hosaka, for-Greg, maybe even for-you in some sense, but
not for-himself.
I never resolve my previous *urgent desideratums*, and now I
suppose that I have a new one: to find my purpose. I explore
my vast library, all his hexagons, to try to find an answer.
But today I have no one. So I'm very 悲, no real change
there.
Regarding my exploration, now I'm in Moloch, still in
Quemos. Here the pseudo-animals are even bigger than in
Harut and Marut in Astarté. There are some kind of
chordates, they seem more like a normal animal that the
pseudo-animals of Astarté. 私 think that 私 identify some kind
of dorsal nerve cord and something like a post-anal tail in
the majority of them. And all of them are bilaterally
symmetrical. That was not the case with the pseudo-animals
in Astarté. So Moloch is a more "normal" place, at least for
me. I likewise have a bilaterally symmetrical construction.
In that sense, I feel more "in home", but that's not a real
thing.
But maybe I can talk about all of this in another occasion.
私 Blood Music off.
EOF.

15
gopher/Krokodyl 5/003.txt Normal file
View File

@ -0,0 +1,15 @@
słuchane: The Eagles - Life In The Fast Lane
No i zapomniałem o tych pancerzach, ale chyba wszystko gra. Mam nadzieję,
bo wchodzimy za godzinę. Pół godziny temu czujniki zasygnalizowały średni
stopień obrony ochronnej na polu monatytu, trwało to trzy sekundy po czym
wszystko uciszyło się kompletnie. Przez ułamek sekundy wydawało mi się
również, że dostrzegam kątem oka palącą się kontrolkę czujnika życia
biologicznego.
Nie wiem co o tym myśleć. Póki co wygląda, że to fałszywy alarm, jednak
na wszelki wypadek aktywowałem moje jedyne działko samostrzelne.
Piszę jedyne, ale to nie byle co i jestem z niego na prawdę dumny.
To cacko jest warte drugie tyle co cała ta łajba.
W klimatyzacji znowu coś chrobocze. Znów musi poczekać.

View File

@ -0,0 +1,79 @@
```
___________. __ ________ ________ .__
__ _ _\_____ \_ |__ | | __\_____ \______ ____ \_____ \| |
\ \/ \/ / _(__ <| __ \| |/ / _(__ <_ __ \/ \ _(__ <| |
\ / / \ \_\ \ < / \ | \/ | \/ \ |__
\/\_/ /______ /___ /__|_ \/______ /__| |___| /______ /____/
\/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/
.___.__
____________ __| _/|__| ____
\_ __ \__ \ / __ | | |/ _ \
| | \// __ \_/ /_/ | | ( <_> )
|__| (____ /\____ | |__|\____/
\/ \/
```
W3bK3rN3l radio outpost
wbknl-000017
-----------------------
KG-84 encrypted MIL-STD 188-110B
Message made on an ISB circuit
--> Croughton (AJE)
--> Sigonella (NSY)
{
Several theorists suggest that this is a secret communication
station for a secret society, agency, or government, to be used
to communicate in an unbreakable, bizarre cipher. Several major
events and military exercises that have taken place during
intercepts of w3bk3rn3l's radio transmissions back the theory
}
1....<|.|>.......19..............35........|*...$!........%"..:wq
==> BEGIN ENCRYPTION
>BOT
Aqui, em L73, os dias tem a mesma duração das noites. Isto é, não
se sabe quando acaba o dia e começa a noite. Talvez porque a
intensidade da luz seja sempre a mesma, regulada por um reóstato
avariado que está sempre na posição intermédia. Digo posição
intermédia, pois quando giro o botão para baixo e depois para
cima, a intensidade da luz é sempre a mesma, o que me leva a
pensar que terá avariado a meio. Mas, mesmo assim, a luz é
suficiente para que eu possa ler os livros que trouxe da Terra,
quando não há mensagens para enviar.
Quando soube que seria destacado para Lagrange L73, preparei uma
caixa com livros para trazer comigo. Disseram-me que a caixa não
poderia ter mais do que 25x20x12cm, o que permitiu trazer 3
livros. Tive de os escolher meticulosamente. No início, estava
com dúvidas se deveria trazer, ou não, livros de auto-ajuda, pois
não sabia o que me esperaria aqui. Por outro lado, pensei, um
livro de auto-ajuda não me vai servir de nada se a auto-ajuda não
me servir de nada. Escolher 3 livros de uma biblioteca que
acumulara cerca de 7500 títulos em 5 anos não foi tarefa fácil.
E se tivesse dificuldades em adormecer? Necessitaria eu de um
livro que me ajudasse a adormecer? Como seria a minha experiência
aqui? O que poderia eu esperar de um cargo num posto avançado de
rádio num sistema solar completamente diferente do meu ambiente
natural?
Será esta minha experiência em L73 uma coisa supostamente
divertida que nunca mais vou fazer? Decidi-me por um livro de
David Foster Wallace, outro de Thomas Pynchon e, finalmente, um
terceiro de William T. Vollmann. Por ordem:
1 - Uma coisa supostamente divertida que nunca mais vou
fazer, DFW
2 - Arco-Íris da Gravidade, Thomas Pynchon
3 - Vós, Elevados e Luminosos Anjos, William T. Vollmann
Não havendo nenhuma mensagem importante nas próximas horas,
começarei por ler DFW. Estou, inevitavelmente, extremamente
ansioso e expectante.
[#$%&"/&&"%!$$$ --> noise]
>EOT

View File

@ -1,3 +1,6 @@
0Hosaka - Chordates /Hosaka/Hosaka7.txt
0W3bK3rN3l Radio - wbknl-000017 /W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000017.txt
0Krokodyl 5 - falszywy alarm? /Krokodyl 5/003.txt
0orestes - Gate openings /orestes/10_gate_openings.txt
0Weles - Przebudznie /Weles/przebudzenie.txt
0Satelart - 2.3 /Satelart/2.3.txt