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Michael Blade, Science Fiction Blogger
After my body died the surgeons put me in a hummingbird. It took a while to get use to having my perspective darting around so quickly, but my mind had finally adapted to it. At least that was what the psychologist told me.
Maybe it was so. My mind had been living for a long time in the cloud; most of my personality and memories had been living there for a while anyway. The cancer was just horrible. It ate away at my old body until it was no more.
I really don’t like thinking about it now. Maybe later I will review those death memories for some possible insights; but for now I was all good and darting around quickly.
I had adapted to my new fast and light bird body. The technology was interesting enough. They surgically implanted a wireless transceiver in the bird’s body and injected nanotecs into it, which migrate to the brains neurons.
I literally had a bird brain. Some of my true friends finally laughed it off; even joked about it with me . . . once they got use to me giving them the bird! One of the most formidable intellectual minds of our century now living in the mind of a hummingbird -it’s too ironic and funny, so as to be actually true.
It made perfect sense you see technically most of my thoughts were now actually occurring in the algorithms simulating me in virtual space, my virtual brain. What I like to call my essence of soul and my one fragile living presence in the real world, a small bird who just ate colored sugar water.
Able to see and fly anywhere there was a wireless signal. The thing that bothered me the very most though was that I missed foods; tasty meals with others in nice restaurants or ever sloppy-spoon dives.
Anything that gave me that full tummy, that bloated satisfying feel after a full and delicious meal. That’s where virtual reality came into it big time. Everyone had an avatar these days; many even had many, different ones for various occasions of work and play or both.
That was a given, I had a pretty cool virtual office I had even designed myself. Anyway, they had yet to really approximate the simulation of taste to the level that I desired. Simulating dinners with my friends was out of the question for them, they had no reason to really want to simulate eating, when they could and had to do it for real every day.
The exception was sex. I had a fairly active and varied sex life after death! Albeit it was all virtual, but with good feeling. Old lovers never got use to having avatar sex, but I had new ones. Some of them were even hummingbirds like me. Well enough about my sex life, that should suffice to explain it well enough. I’ll leave the rest of it up to your imagination.
As for my day to day life, I hung out in feeders around cafes in Silicon Valley, mostly Palo Alto, CA. It didn’t make any sense to travel globally as a hummingbird, although I attended many virtual meetings worldwide and some even in space, but those felt like playing chess by mail because of the long delays in transmission.
-STANDBY AND RETURN FOR FUTURE STORY CONTINUATIONS ABOUT MY LIFE AS A RESURRECTED HUMMINGBIRD.
Its nice to be able to report on the readership of this blog over the past few years. You see I don't make any money on this blog in advertisement or any other form. It is totally free and I give it up as a contribution to all who are willing to read my somewhat less regular posts. Yes it does promote me (at least my pen name, Michael Blade). However, I have yet to receive a single cent in revenue and I'm not really asking for any. If you are wondering then why do I do it? I would have to say because I love it. I love the small or great unknowable influence that I might have!
I also do not allow comments for a number of reasons. There are those who spam comments on a lot of blogs to drive traffic to their products and services for sales, even if they are not related to the posted subject matter. And then of course there are those who are too shy to post comments anyway, those that enjoy reading the flames of other persons comments, and finally those that have an expert opinion on everything even though they shouldn't. Its not my job to tell them so.
I don't have a mailing list which spams you regularly either. This is not to say I don't support social media and networking, I do. You can easily find my Facebook and other blogs and I allow for contact via the the contact above and other means.
That all said here is a graphic of the readership for 2011 and further back. That's not much you might say, but take it in context from what I said above.
Let me ask this then, when was the last time you influence 45,845 people even slightly? That does sound a little arrogant, doesn't it? Maybe it is . . . but this blog gives back to me as well in intangible ways. You will find some very original thinking in my blog. Its a win all around, and there are not that many things in the world you can say that about. I'm glad this is one of them and I really do hope you enjoy reading it as well. Just pretend I am talking specifically to you and I am.
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You'll also notice I am not perfect and try not to be, with lots of mistakes; since I am still human as you probably are as well!
Peace and Love,
Michael Blade, Science Fiction Blogger 2012
Pure Speculation: Species Consciousness and What We Should Do About Alien Contact and Human Survival?
Where are all the aliens? One of the things that puzzles me the most these days, and maybe a few others as well, is the Fermi Paradox.
Again, where are all the aliens? The galaxy and universe should be rightly teeming with them. Or at least I would like to believe and see it so myself.
Assuming the evolution of life on Earth is a normal example and a relatively common happenstance; and that of course it is a big assumption, but let's continue on anyway.
It seems we should have picked up alien signals or have been visited by alien intelligent life by now! Or at least the results of such life, their constructed proxies sent to visit our very solar system.
At least that is what I would want to do with my intelligent alien curiosity, it would almost mandate it. Certainly if my species had achieved space travel to a nearby moon or planet, sent out probes and transmitted signals to the stars, I would want to keep going, as far and as fast as I could manage it.
Possibly by sending constructed nano machines self replicating and populating across the galaxy. Would I (I the species), be able to even posthumously explore and contact life elsewhere? Certainly, if you believe in all the UFO stories or some of the unverified signals you would say we have already been visited, maybe even been probed. Let's keep going.
Some of our science instruments in space, namely Kepler are discovering a variety of potentially habitable planets around other stars inside their Goldilock zones right now. Is is possible that intelligent life, while important for "a short term evolutionary survival”, I mean a few hundred thousand years to a million or so years for a species, excludes that window of opportunity for contact with other lifeforms around other stars? Simply because the stars are many light years apart.
Basically it is too long a time to wait for the survival of that civilization building species? Meaning that the level of technology sophistication necessary for star travel is a threshold possibly difficult to reach and maintain for any prolonged period?
That a civilization of said species goes into rapid technological, societal decline, over population, resource scarcity, before or near the milestone of star communication and travel can be achieved? Is this a given for what must be solved/achieved before being able to make contact with another alien civilization? How long can one of our modern civilizations last with the availability of radio telescopes and a listening program?
This thereby reduces the chances of contact because of the timing necessary between intelligent alien lifeforms on two separate star systems (possibly very far away, 100's of light years -The Milky Way is a barred spiral galaxy 100,000-120,000 light-years in diameter containing 200–400 billion stars.) to a factor near that of zero? Does the Drake equation even take this into account?
So does this explain the Fermi Paradox? I'm not sure, no one can be with our limited information. This is of course all a big assumption, hence the first part of the title of this post, "Pure Speculation", very unscientific indeed, but let's push on anyway . . .
Before we go on, think, think this might be the most important time in the life of our human species, the time in which we have the very capability to communicate with other intelligent life living around another star light years away. Of course you should also be aware we are not allowed to do this, to send a signal again.
Now what is the next question? I think I might actually know. I'll try to phrase it in my own words. How does an intelligent species, a civilization with currently 7 billion (biological living) individuals, on one resource taxed planet, survive long enough and at a high enough technological sophistication level, to achieve first contact with another alien civilization? Whether that is actually reaching out to make that contact, or simply still being around to hear it when it comes. “Species Consciousness” I would call it. Awake and alive long enough for contact to occur and ready to technologically respond.
To me the answer is multifaceted and seems almost obvious.
We need to do a number of intentional things to begin with. We must first acknowledge the high probability that life and intelligent life exists in the universe.
We must not be frightened of it (in this case fear really is the enemy), or of contacting it (thinking it will be more advanced than us or may not want to respond because of our assumed lower level of advancement), or of even admitting we have contacted it (to the public). Of course we should be cautious, but not to the extent of prohibiting contact and allowing that contact to be generally acknowledged in public, whatever the immediate and short term consequences might be.
Bad Hollywood alien invasion scenarios must be dismissed for what they are, fantasy entertainment, no different than witches and wizards. Any alien civilization that can travel the stars, can certainly terraform the most uninhabitable of planets and will be far more interested in observing us in our natural state than conquering us for our resources.
The idea that they would even be short on resources, seems more than preposterous. Besides at that level a large part of their population may be digital, simply stored and purely computational. They may experience consciousness at variable rates and only choose to be corporeal when necessarily desirable. Large numbers of them may live entirely in virtual constructs. Death for them may even no longer exist, unless it is desired, or some part of a renewal or rejuvenation process for stirring in innovation and new ideas. They maybe suspended in slow thought, or hyper thought, computing their own realities, waiting for us to trigger their accelerated awakening and response in this one. Then expending energies to come meet us locally or rendezvous.
Or even more likely agreeing to transmit representatives to us digitally following instructions for construction of a suitable virtual construct, or physical DNA-like womb incubator environmental. This might be a sort of reverse Carl Sagan "Contact" idea without the actual starship/vessel just a triple redundant encoded signal transmitted to us at the speed of light. This would be used to "construct or grow" the aliens themselves. A way for knowledge and experience to be transmitted would have to be possible as well (something we have yet to figure out). If we had the technology developed, we might agree to this ourselves. It is certainly more economical and practical an idea that a starship journey, but would involve working with the aliens over decades to accomplish. Probably a good thing before physical contact.
We must understand that such a contact would transform the human species into a long term survival civilization which would most likely result in the ultimate exploration and settlement of the galaxy itself. It would in essence guarantee our long term (millions, possible billions of years) survival, if not infinity. Who knows what we might actual become? But one thing I think we won't be, is extinct.
How can we achieve this? We must continue funding and encouraging space exploration and eventually migration. We must continue to fund projects like SETI. We must develop a general publicly acknowledged protocol for notification if alien contact is received. We must openly be able to discuss this in the public eye.
We must also put a backup plan for humanity in place now. A backup plan for rebooting civilization and the human species in event of a multitude of recognized extinction scenarios. Only by doing these things can we insure a chance we will be around and possibly conscious for first contact.
If I'm wrong then my speculation doesn't really matter.
However, If I am even partially right, then it matters very greatly. We must begin acting immediately in this direction. Our very long term species survival depends upon it and so does our first contact with an alien intelligent species. I somehow believe after that event that truly anything will become possible between us. Our potentials will become amplified by a factor much greater than two. The rest is unknown, just like it is now.
Maybe the next question should be are you ready for really alien contact?
Thoughts which I believe to be true . . .
I spell the Internet with a capital "I" because it is a force which has changed my life for the better. I write three blogs about science fiction, futurism and virtual worlds and have an additional business entrepreneur website that helps people who cannot speak, to speak again with a medical app.
The idea that media companies, including record labels, TV networks, movie studios, and book publishers, companies with an interest in fighting piracy of other counterfeit goods, such as beauty-products and pharmaceutical companies should change the Internet to better suit themselves is just repulsive to me on a gut level. The Internet is changing the world in a positive manner, read your news, towards democracy and freedom of speech. Don't try to correct the Internet, its doing it's job naturally and very well thank you.
Bringing humanity together in new and brilliant ways. Piracy is stealing and you should know better. Support open source software instead. Don't change the Internet for the worse because of a negative influence. Reject these laws SOPA & PIPA, think again and think differently, think freedom of speech damn it!
The idea that corporate America wants to change it to protect their products is down right evil and that Congress would allow it is contemptuous of the very constitution upon which this country is founded. Censorship is a bad bad thing, much worse than piracy and even corporate greed.
Think about it, form your own conclusions, you have a free mind still, use it. If you feel the same way I do, speak up now. I stand up to defend and support the Internet, for it has given me and others so much in return, I hope you do too . . . Strong words for difficult times, just so you know what side I'm on.
A number of videos around this post do not necessarily represent my views, but support my conclusion that SOPA and PIPA need to be rejected now. Do something, use the Internet to contact your Congressman.
VirtualGOD Michael Blade takes you on a tour of Viradu. "I can also fly . . . hah . . . being the VirtualGOD that I am." Quote -Michael Blade, 2012.
Understand I do not claim to have miraculous powers outside of my virtual world Viradu . . . I just said that kind of spontaneously, in the adhoc video, my world is very imperfect as you can see.
Everything in the world is copyright "Fair Use", since it is a "sci-fi themed world" and there is no intent to imply religious belief or question, or challenge any belief system what so ever. SO just let that one be.
???????Does this make sense?????????? =>By 2050 the world’s population will reach 9.1 billion, 34 percent higher than today. Nearly all of this population increase will occur in developing countries. Urbanization will continue at an accelerated pace, and about 70 percent of the world’s population will be urban (compared to 49 percent today). Income levels will be many multiples of what they are now. In order to feed this larger, more urban and richer population, food production (net of food used for biofuels) must increase by 70 percent. Annual cereal production will need to rise to about 3 billion tonnes from 2.1 billion today and annual meat production will need to rise by over 200 million tonnes to reach 470 million tonnes.
This is a brilliant video, I included it for the questions it poses: however there is this possibility that we are all high-order beings existing outside this deterministic reality in a infinity multitude of parallel realities in which it is possible to think freely across them. As a result you may become insane or at least confused because of the inconsistent histories! You might even experience lapses in continuity until things equalize or backward propygate. Certainly one possibility, though unprovable unless you have personally experienced it and retain memory of the transistional jump. I notice word spellings keep changing ;-). Thank god for spell checkers, but sometimes I don't care . . .
Story by Michael Blade, © Copyright Dec. 2011, All rights reserved. No duplication without express permission. Networked Blogs
It was cold that New York City morning and he could see his warm breath on the air as he walked the crowded sidewalk. Lots of people passing by, forward, and back on his way to the pawn shop. He couldn't help but notice the beautiful long haired blond while she was waiting at the crosswalk to the right of him.
She was holding a rather large and thin attache case, an expensive designer brand, and wearing a long fur lined red coat and sensible boots. She kept looking back, behind her. Her glances wary, as if she expected someone was actually following her. Then she seemed to relax and noticed him looking at her out of the corner of her eye. She turned slightly and smiled. Then the crosswalk turned walk, a mass of people began crossing along with them.
They walked along side of each other for a while, both noticing each others presence, but neither making obvious acknowledgment of it. He noticed she was slightly taller than him, if you counted the heel height of her boots.
He thought maybe he should say something, but what? His shy upbringing having ill prepared him for a social encounter outside the cultural Indian norms. Then before he could figure out his move, she was gone in a yellow red coat blur. She went sharply left across his path up to some technical-legal corporate building structure.
He stopped and watched her go, with a sense of immediate loss as someone nearly ran into him from behind. He thought to himself, he should have made his move. Then a miracle happened, just before she entered the building entrance she stopped, slowly turned back to look at him, smiling again.
She just stood there looking at him for a silent moment. Inside her mind she thought . . . seven hundred threads of query ran in the cloud and came back with the answer yes! He recently has purchased a ticket to India. She liked him, he was handsome, smart and kind, she needed a working vacation. Took the empty seat next to his.
Something in his nature said, go, go talk to her you idiot! To his own amazement, he did. She moved aside slightly to let others go in and out of the buildings entrance, but she clearly was waiting for him to come to her. No problem. As he got closer to her, he became more nervous, if that was even possible. This woman is way out of your league, don't blow it, he advised himself mentally.
When he got to her, she surprisingly pulled off a glove, offering her milky white hand and said, “My name is Kay Noble”. “Hi, I'm Rajeev Patel.” “Its an honor to meet you Rajeev.” He was surprised and confused by her response. “Thank You Kay,” He smiled a little too happy-goofy. “Well, I've got some business here,” she said. “But maybe we could meet for lunch, say in Chinatown later?”
She was still holding his dark caramel hand in hers. He was in mental shock from her bold forwardness, trying to collect his response when suddenly she sneezed directly on him without covering. He was completely sprayed by her sneeze. “Oh, I'm so sorry! How embarrassing, please be sure to wash your hands,” she apologized. But somehow strangely it seem almost that she had intended to do it.
Either way, still trying to act cool about it, he said. “No problem, I'll wash them before lunch, let's say the Jade Lantern? At 12:30?”
After a short pause she said. “Yeah, I know that place,” “It's a date then, menu is affordable and I'll be buying.” “No, I'll buy.” He tried to insist. “Don't worry about it, I sneezed all over you, its the least I can do. Maybe you can buy me dinner another time, I've really got to run to my meeting, I'll see you there.” Smiling and with no further interaction she turn and went straight into the entrance.
Rajeev stood there a little dazed. Beautiful woman asks him out on a lunch date and sneezes on him, apologizes and then runs off. Looking forward to lunch, if she showed up, having no idea he was infected, rather than infatuated; with something that would change his life for the better; literally allowing him to live forever, if he so chose. He began walking again in the direction of the pawn shop business he owned, in less upscale blocks nearby, but not too far from the Jade Lantern!
Kay sat in a room walled by display screens at a real mahogany wood desk across from a man who was a scientist engineer and a patent lawyer. On the screen where electron microscope images of a virus, enlarged brain neurons, scores of DNA sequences, cell tower and cell phone chip electronics, on the table itself detailed schematics and hardcopy printouts of Scala Java software code. On a small velvet pad, sat a piece of silver jewelry with a strikingly peculiar stone and emblem.
The engineer spoke, “Dr. Nobel, What you have shown me, what I see here before me, I considered to be nothing less than revolutionary technology. This leaves smartphones in the dust, like talking through a couple of cans on a string.
No one, and I mean no one, has every combined so many different modern fields of science, technology and communication infrastructure into a coherent functioning whole, drawing upon so many different complex disciplines. If I didn't know better, because this solution uses existing technology we have today in a new and radical way, I might even go so far as to say it was alien influenced.
Please take no offense, but its not possible that you yourself could have come up with this suite of patents alone. Even given your impressive background and credentials. This rightly should have taken several engineering and scientific teams decades of work and testing to complete and perfect.
"But more importantly,” he picked up the ring from the velvet, moving it now close to his face to study the emblem. “Does it actually work?” He tried it on, it fit perfectly on his left pinky. Not a finger he would have chosen.
“Mr. Anderson, no offense is taken. I assure you the prototype works and this was a collaborative effort by some of the most brilliant minds in their respective fields, including my own, and we, the group who trusts me to represent them, still wants these patents filed. After all, that is why I am here today sir.” Kay spoke directly and to the point. To conclude that this solution is alien technology is, well, what can I say? Just laughable . . .
Maybe that was the point? . . . the scientist-engineer-patent lawyer thought to himself. "The impact of this technology alone, not to even consider subsequent technology spin-offs, would profoundly impact our modern age and the very nature of humanity itself. To have controlling interest in such patents would make you, possibly within only a few years, the most powerful woman on the planet,” he stated as a matter of fact.
“I know. We have researched you well Mr. Anderson. Will you help us?” she asked.
“The fees will be large to protect such valuable patents, and it will take an army of lawyers . . . I'll expect one of the devices for myself,” he replied.
“Agreed, money is of really no concern now,” was her reply. Then she sneezed across the table at him. “Take the ring. It is yours, “ she said.
“How long does the virus take to integrate?” the engineer asked.
“A few days Mr. Anderson. Don't worry, it's a positive virus, I'm origin zero. Then you'll be one of us, welcome to the new global hivemind, we-I always choose well. It will be unlike anything you have ever experienced or imagined. Expect a mental call, anything will be possible, said Kay, a future echo ...” Kay Noble replied, then collected the documents, velvet and all, and left the room without a further word.
Rajeev made it to the pawnshop opening the lock and then push up metal doors to the shop, the front shop door, the lights, setup the cash register and greeted the first customer looking for a used guitar for his kid. The rest of the morning was uneventful and there in the back of his mind all along was his lunch date.
He then thought he knew nothing of this woman, sure she was beautiful and forward, but what else did he know about her? She could be a lawyer, fashion model, law enforcement, secret agent, serial killer, anyone at all. Google and Facebook Kay Noble, New York, picture, age say 35-42. Maybe he would find something. To his surprise she had a Wikipedia entry, she was big time, which only made him more nervous about lunch.
Behind him on the wall, his only selfless act and claim to fame, hung the symbolic key to the city award by the mayor himself. He had saved several persons from a burning building years earlier and still had the scars on his chest because of it. He had nearly died that day, having suffered months in a burn ward and it had been in all the papers, Internet and on the news. Then he thought, what could she see in him?
Then he thought, she would be the perfect lover for him and drifted off into a long day dream before lunch . . .
Peace and Love to ALL
Please note the author MBlade was just having a little fun: In the science fiction short story above Google, Facebook, Wikipedia, Java (Oracle), Scala are respectable trade names and trade marks for their corresponding corporations and in no way constitute component parts of alien technology, or for that matter, technological telepathy as implied. Please just sneeze and let it go . . . consider it a holiday gift to humanity. MATERIAL REFERENCE, Future probability high: carbon nanotube transceiver and Internet Influences the Fabric of Society and Inventing Science Fiction
The year of 2011 is coming to a close and a very important year it was . . . Oh, and you can call Global Warming Climate Change, but it means the same thing. So instead of doing my usual Sci-fi video mashup, it's more important to end on a serious note this year.