I just want to say that what is to follow is pure speculation on my part. There is no factual evidence and this is definitely not a scientific theory. I'm writing this post primarily for entertainment . . . So if you are a scientist friend or a highly religious person, please don't get too upset by this post. It's all in good fun and I don't allow comments on this blog for obvious reasons. So if you are easily offended, read no further.
Since this is a science ?fiction? blog, I'm free to imagine all sorts of things and one of the things that comes to mind is whether or not transhuman aliens exist, or will exist in the near or distant future? Assuming a lot of things, such as the technological singularity will occur, that transhuman beings will emerge as a result of human-computer-hybrids, basically the idea of a human mind coupled to an advanced AI.
At least at a brain computer interface level, beyond that of just a super-smart-phone with augmented reality, voice recognition, coupled with a question answer system like Watson. I'm talking nano-machines in the actual meat brain, eventually neurons migrated to complete brain simulation in a artificial computer substrate, ?something like? the blue brain project advanced many many years.
Now suppose a civilization of alien intelligent beings naturally do this as a way to technologically evolve new enhanced capabilities, a way of developing further? What if humanity is just at an early stage of development, say a child-like species that has yet to re-engineer itself, especially its intelligence, or at least attempt to fine tune it and amplify.
Look at how long it takes us to mature and learn, that's important to our individuality, but should it take so long? Not to mention how short our life spans are in the larger time frames of the stars and the universe.
Aliens . . . Could that be why they haven't contacted us, because we are just too primitive? Or they don't want to interfere with this stage of our development? Or that they don't exist and any alien species who attempts this is doomed to become extinct?
That may be the reason for the Fermi Paradox. Or is it just that they are too far away in light years and time to communicate with us? Admittedly probably the later is more likely true.
What about the rash of UFO sightings, is this just a delusional public hoping for the aliens to save us from our own destruction? What if they weren't aliens, but future transhumans? Now that's a thought! Could they understand how to time travel as well as travel to the stars? What if time travel into the past weren't possible? Well then there may be another way, what I call a reverse time simulation.
Let's say your an advanced transhuman with access to all the data of the past. You have everything on-file and quickly accessible: Satellite data, credit card purchases, tax records, photos, email conversations, tweets, Facebook, dental records, hi-res brain scan medical records, digital DNA samples, everything generated by our active presence and participation in a technological society, including spy data, such as monitored phone conversations and such.
Let's even say some people eventually, in the forward moving now, wore a helmet-hat that actually ran a sort of EEG on them all the time, transmitting that wireless through your super-smart-phone-app to a data store in the cloud.
Now let's suppose you had a quantum computer at your disposal, in the future, or at least something so fast and powerful you could actually simulate reality in high enough resolution it would be difficult to tell if it was real or simulated. What if you could simulate people as well? If you were a historian living in the future, would you try to run the world as it was in 2011? What if we are in that simulation right now?
Inside the “Matrix? unable to tell if its real or not? Thinking like this could drive you insane, so you would tell many people about it, or maybe you would in your blog . . . If that were truly the case, then the people with the most digital data on file would be those simulated with the highest resolution and fidelity. Now there is a thought, and if this is not a simulation presently, it could still be one someday.
Well it looks like I have gone as far as I can with this idea, but what if future transhumans really are aliens simulating the past and the way they appear to us is in UFOs? Just science fiction food for thought, have a nice simulated day.
Here is an interesting, scientific discussion . . .
Is God an Alien Mathematician?
You may be asking what does this Transhuman Singluarity mean?
Well, Transhuman implies transitional, or transformational humans. Human beings enhanced or changed by technology, but still recognizable as being human. Singularity is the Technological Singularity (not to be confused with a black hole), which is a convergence of technologies leading to a point beyond which there is maximum change and advancement is extremely rapid (exponential growth as opposed to linear). Some believe this may involve the creation of self improving Artificial Intellegence.
So I have merged these two topic subjects to imply the transhuman singularity is a rapid enhancement of humans by technology leading to the unpredictable posthuman(s) through the integration of humans with artificial intelligence, cyborg implants, life extension treatments, virtual reality augmentation, mind uploading, and space migration technologies.
The results of this are very speculative, and hence I have written science fiction stories to describe this. The dangers are many, possible extinction, but the rewards are just as great, immortality, god-like powers, and super knowledge.
Will Watson Win in Jeopardy? Tonight is the test. Can a IBM computer named "Watson" beat the grand champions of the American TV game show "Jeopardy". It has already proven itself in tests.
I came across this insightful article by Ray Kurzweil with his opinions.
Always bet on humanity!
Could the next step be computer-human-hybrids... or Transhumans?
Happy Valentine's Day to you humans out there.
Here is a funny comic about Carl Sagan and his Spaceship of the Imagination. As you know, he is a hero of mine and others for speaking out against Nuclear War and his repeated appearances on Johnny Carson's tonight show popularizing science with the Cosmos series, in addition to his science fiction contribution of the novel made into the movie Contact. Some people also don't know that Johnny was very interested in Astronomy, that is the stars of a non-Hollywood variety and a very hot different kind!
Just one thing about the comic which I believe to be incorrect; Sagan would have never fired a missile, rocket, or any other weapon at anyone. He was an intelligent civilized non-violent humanitarian (something we should all strive to be), but not to be stuffy about it the comic is still entertaining.
I would like to talk about starships for a moment and the recent news from Kepler shows earth-like planets in the habitable zone around a star. This zone is cleverly called the Goldilocks Zone for being not too hot and not to cold for life as we know it to exist. That's not taking into consideration the possibilities for extreme life.
Continuing on -- if we were to say find desirable ?earths? to visit out there, how would we get there and what would we find? We might find dead civilizations, something like ours that didn't quite make it? And just what is making it, a million years civilization, a billion years? This would certainly explain the Fermi Paradox, but let's attack the first part of the question, before I get all glummy-doomy! Just how do we build a starship that can take humans to the stars? That's a serious technological challenge for our adolescent species.
Evolution's tricks for survival is to make as many copies and spread yourselves into new territories to reduce over utilization of basic resources and your chances of being wiped out. Certainly spreading the human species around might make for better survivability. Stephen Hawking thinks so.
An excellent article in the January/February 2011 issue of SCIENCE ILLUSTRATED, titled ?Destination: Alien Stars? lists a number of possible starcraft designs:
Space Sails that catch a ride on radiation, propulsion by nuclear explosions, harnessing the power of antiparticles, rockets that harvest fuel from space (unlikely), black hole star drives using Hawking Radiation to take us to distant destinations. Now I would like to add a few more less practical: generational ships ? deep cryonics or self contained city ships, Star Trek ? the Alcubierre drive.
One of my own modifications to the first concept Solar Space Sails combines nanomachines and digitally transmitted humans to construct a star network of relay stations for transmitting a digital redundant serial encoded human consciousness. If that seems a little far out there, here is an interesting blog on star travel.
Now to the Fermi Paradox, there is one good possibility for the long term survival of humanity, that would be a transmutation into the digital. Uploading of our human consciousness into a digital computational storage would allow for an expansion of our capabilities and consciousness. Other surviving alien civilizations may have already done it.
Food for thought as always . . .
It seems that mind control by laser works in the lab (on worms for now) and it can cause you to lay eggs . . . strange but true!
The New Year Video Mashup begins. Video number ONE.
So you find yourself here and you wonder what is this crazy looking "Transhuman Singularity" thingy about? It looks like a mashup of science fiction, transhumanism, futurology, virtual worlds, short stories, RSS, twitter and facebook feeds. That's just what it is, Michael Blade, a Science Fiction Blogger, thats me <--- writes this crazy thing, year after year. I hope you enjoy it, then maybe its not so crazy after all. Happy New Year!
Nice work . . .
I'm surprised by this video and that I have not seen it before now . . . I imagine the virtual can be something like this mixed with the real.
The end of the world as we know it . . . and I feel fine.
An Optimistic Ray . . . Video speaks for itself. Pardon the commercial.
Again this video comes up in my YouTube searching, so I will stop resisting it . . . in essence I really can't refute much of what is said here, maybe the choice of words could be better. But, could it all be true? Note: be careful of the sound track as it is very hypnotic in nature.
Some fun going on with this music parody and few others on YouTube.
Science Fiction © Michael Blade 2010 webmac.com, "Transhuman Singularity"
Muffy the Time Traveling Chihuahua
Muffy was a loyal pack dog on the locally collapsed time-day of his death, which varied in fractal quantum probability across a multitude of bifurcated futures or space-time universes.
It was quite normal for the retired dog walker to take more than one dog on the same walk with Muffy, in the crisp morning through a rich urban San Francisco neighborhood. Ahead a truck-crane was lifting a piano up into the open hole of a second story floor of a beautifully restored Victorian, in the normal path of the walking dogs.
Miles a German Sheppard and the lead dog in the pack, stopped to sniff a fire hydrant, lifting his left hind leg to pee. How the workmen were going to get that piano into the house was still unclear, but red cones block the sidewalk ahead as a warning. The dog walker naturally decided to cross the street and continue up hill from there towards the city park.
Who could know that just as the crane motor would jam, an unchecked stressed cable would snap, the piano falling and crushing Muffy flat as a pancake. His little dog brain and skull lucky pressed into a somewhat deep softball size depression of the grassy ground, unharmed by the deadly impact of the murderously white baby grand.
Muffy's owner loved him dearly and had already arranged for a cryogenic preservation procedure with the expected coming old age of the little dog. In fact his collar held the contact information for the AfterLife Pet Division already.
A cat named Picasso unexpectedly came out of the bushes in the distance beyond the truck-crane, just in the sights of the head turn of Miles. Instinct came into play, Miles lurched at his leash. The dog walker had just begun his body reorientation to eventually cross the street, when Miles lurched, his foot caught in a raised crack of the sidewalk.
San Francisco being earthquake country, the crack was larger than most and highly uneven. Crashing painfully to his knees on the sidewalk, the dog walker released all the dogs in the process. The dogs ran wildly ahead, Muffy loyally being no exception.
The other dogs avoided the falling piano. The dog walker and the piano moving business had some explaining to do. AfterLife was contacted and Muffy was cryogenically suspended for future reanimation in liquid nitrogen. Picasso got away.
At least once a year I like to give readers a peek behind the curtains at some of the stats I get to view about you all. As you can see readership is up from previous years from 1-311 people per dot. Also by combining subjects of Transhumanism, The Technological Singularity and Science Fiction together it will potentially become more popular than ever, continually growing a little larger every year . . . I'm just holding out until it really gets out of control, having already entered the third year of blog writing!
As a small part time blogger I can't compete with say something like H+ magazine, and I really shouldn't want too anyway.
What I really want to say to you is I enjoy writing this blog, and seeing that you enjoy it too makes me feel its all worth it. So thank you for reading me. I know I'm talking to a aggregate of stats, not knowing your real human personality or your specific qualities, but at the very least, I know you exist. For me thats just enough.
On Zane's lunch break he went off campus to the usual spot at Jack?s Joint, arriving early.
Jack?s was an old run down lunch auto-dinner, cafeteria style, with no real sense of decor. The eats were fast food international and the only thing it had going for it was completely automated food preparation with no crowds. Maybe that was not the only reason.
He had his usual selection, the dinner putting a small bowl of Wanton Soup, a slice of Pepperoni Pizza, Key Lime Pie, and water bag onto his tray, as well as sterilized recycled utensils and a sanitized napkin. The tray slid past a register scanner, a soft beep and $52.50 appeared on the display, automatically debiting from his account. Lifting the tray, he went over to the usual booth and scooted in.
It was early and no one had arrived yet. He sipped his hot soup without the spoon and looked out the window at the San Francisco sidewalk traffic. He had to tell Monica and Nicky the latest news, this dramatic soap opera that had now turn his life upside down.
Monica was the first to arrive, her rainbow hair and green makeup clashing with her shinny flex-display set on "dizzy fractal orange" outfit and matching, or not, red static wavy-furry knee high boots.
Monica was a genemod chromamorph.
Being gay himself he was not physically attracted to her, although he noticed her exceptionally large breasts, and shapely curves; as most of the other guys did. He suspected she could activate Human Pheromones that would even affect him. She usually had a hypnotic effect on others. Even some of the girls who liked girls became practically catatonic while in her presence.
She smiled warmly at him and went to get a tray. Monica?s parents were quite homely and had obviously gene enhanced her for sexual attraction. No one could dress that badly and still turn heads with desire. She once told him in confidence her makeup was not really makeup at all, but skin cell pigmentation she could color change at will. One of Monica's gene splices was the Cuttlefish with its especial color-chameleon skin. It was visually obvious Monica was not exactly 100% pure-breed natural grown human.
Although to her credit Zane found her at times to be the most human of all. She had that rare and precious human ability at times to empathize with just about anyone, and that included her boyfriend Nicky and for some reason himself. He loved her even though he was immune to her attractive arsenal, or maybe not. He suspected Nicky knew he did, but then he loved Nicky as well, but Monica would always be his favorite.
As long as he had known her, she looked like she was wearing full-blown makeup. He had noticed she usually changed the color of her eyes and nails to match her outfits. She once told him that if she wanted to she could accelerate her hair growth rate or stop it, varying its color and shade. She wasn?t too clear on how much of her body?s skin she could consciously control, but when he commented on her intricate arm and leg tattoos, she said she had never been to a parlor.
The sad thing for Monica was she was so painfully beautiful no one would ever take her seriously. Her IQ was probably skyrocket norm. It seems the gene engineers had given her both great brains and beauty. She wanted to be a Terraforming Research Scientist, but on Earth she would have to settle for other work. Her parents had lost most of their money in a wild Marsearth start-up investment, so she had to work her way through the university, no one would give a genmod scholarship. It was just plain and simple prejudice.
She slid into the booth seat opposite him. ?Hey Zane, how are you?? She said in her soothing voice, picking up a cube of wobbly blue Jell-O off her tray and with her long rainbow fingernails and placing it on her shinny black lips and tongue, sucking it into her mouth with a loud slurping sound. Before he could answer, Nicky arrived, sliding into the seat space next to Monica.
Nicky was a first generation genemod as well, but with strikingly different results. He was a real honest to god human Martian. He was the first generation designed for survival on the future terraformed surface of Mars. Most notably he was small and extremely thin, nearly anorexic in his outward appearance, but deceptively strong and hearty. His skin had a dry tough quality, like all the moisture had been sucked out, and his skin pigment was pale green, results of an added chlorophyll gene.
He had no hair on his face or head, which included his eyebrows and eye lashes. His nostrils where tiny and his nose the smallest and thinnest Zane had ever seen on any face. He had no lips to speak of and his ears tightly flat against the head without earlobes.
Nicky?s biochemistry was drastically enhanced. Aside from being able to survive extended cold and metabolize high levels of carbon dioxide in the thinnest of air, he possessed an extra pair of lungs. Engineered to survive Mars, he would also do well on the high slopes of Earth?s Mount Everest given protective clothing. Nicky was here on Earth as part of an Earth-Mars Solar Student exchange program, a decision he and his parents already regretted, considering the recent highly charged political problems between Earth and Mars in the virtual news media.
They were all distracted by a scrapping sound on the window. Zane turned away from Nicky to look out the window. He saw a group of Truehuman punks, yelling. ?Gene Freaks! Go back to your tanks,? Tank being slang for Artificial Womb.
Monica immediately gave them the finger. One boy responded by wagging his tongue lewdly and said. ?I?d do you honey.? Monica turned her head away and the punks laughed, moving on down the street, staggering and stumbling along.
There was a long silence as they ate lunch. Zane said. ?They?re probably high on Jester,? Jester a street drug, whose effect was to reduce inhibitions and give the user a euphoric feeling of superiority. The difference from other drugs being it came with an antidote dosage, which made the user sober immediately after taking it. Users of the drug completely forgot everything they did while under its influence. It was highly illegal.
Nicky replied, ?It doesn?t matter. It?s just getting much worse, you know. Honestly, don?t take this the wrong way Zane, but why do you hang around us? You?re a normal, as far as I can tell.?
Leaning forward he spoke softly so he could not be overheard. ?I am not a normal, I just found out I?m a clone!? Zane looked at his friends and smiled a sheepish smile.
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