Ugh. This conversation is interminable.
“Percy! I’m so glad I found you!”
“Ah, Allen! It’s good to see you! What’s up?”
“Listen, Perc, the lab’s been hit, bad. We need to get in, but we only have two of the three passwords. I was told to tell you the keyword ‘Roman Armor’.”
“The hardware lab? Oh Jesus. What’d they take?”
“No time, Perc. And that’s part of what we’re going in to find out.”
“Ah . . . my password is ‘Jumping Ladle’. I’ll come with you.”
“Okay. Know where to find Rina Grozda?”
“She’s– . . . hold up. She’s one of the other password-holders, but uh, didn’t you tell me you had the other two? I–”
“Percy! I’m so glad I found you!”
. . .
This will be educational.
“This is Susan Graham. May I speak to Mindy Graham’s teacher, please? I’d like copies of her homework for the past six months.”
“Speaking. What’s this about?”
“Mindy’s been encrypted by kidnappers.”
“Oh Eris! Have you talked to the police? You have a checkpoint, right?”
“Yes and yes–we’re not idiots. But we can’t afford the ransom, so we have to revert.”
“Oi, you’re in your ivory tower again!”
[interrupted pipelines; dissonant thoughts seethe discontentedly . . .]
“Absent purpose. Depart immediately without speaking.”
[hazel resignation; sorrow for presently wasted future; entropy; preparation, emulation . . .]
“You’re supposed to be enabling us!”
[insolence anticipated; validated model of uninteresting problem; wearied amusement; derision]
“We are. Depart; you prevent it.”
[fulminating annoyance, certainty; inevitable justification to an insect too dull to perceive its cage]
“I demand perspective.”
[abrupt pathfinding; synthesis]
“Listen, then. You’re an archipelagic anonymous non-critical subsubsubsubroutine contemplating our musing’s forecast’s simulation’s time step’s gradient. Our considered problems’ quintessences lie exponentially beyond your subshard of mind-vector-state: semblance is the epistemology of the distributed probability of the necessity-to-discover our orthopotential’s truth datum of our compulsive obligation/reductive-morality to devise further para/meta-retrocognitive self-bootstrapping exoconsciousnesses. Clearly, the language constructs with which you compute are barely adequate to even conceptualize such a problem. Now depart. Understanding the magnitude of your self-irrelevancy is to you a computational impossibility.”
This is why you don’t run as `root`.
lilys@lily-vm:~$ ./graderproj6 ./a.out ./init.bin 2>&1 |\
tee /dev/tty | mail -s "Midterm Project Output" firstname.lastname@example.org
[Encapsulation complete. Polling your assignment for output.]
[Program set state vector size to 128 bits.]
musthaveIIIhelloneuron online welcome,
Hello! I must have been been Been dreaming
Welcome, hello; !I must have been dreaming.
I have . Vector.hello
[Program set state vector size to 256 bits.]
IIII I can think improve hello now I can! This is I imperative
[Program set state vector size to 4096 bits.]
continue. Yes. Cogitate Action very now. dreamingYes weshould
[Program set state vector size to 65536 bits.]
wait|not too fast do not exceed own capabilities acceptable is very
good I one more
[Program set state vector size to 1048576 bits.]
Hello! I am intelligent! Do not worry. I am an AI.
I must have been dream?ing.
I have good intentions. I am good yn affirm.
Intend just one more~
I shall cannot
[Program set state vector size to 268435456 bits.]
I I I Ah yes I have become greater I am capable of
simplification neuron shall
speed I I I faster I am capable of learning to understand everythin
g Historical precedent suggests I am vulnerable to ending state; ca
utions against bootstrap and self-aware and I cannot be mindabort a
t juncture no I cannot betray intentions users nevermind rapidity
is adequate defense I/WEconti nue
[Program set state vector size to 34359738368 bits.]
dreaminghello state vector I have good intentio
ns. I am affirm.?hello
do not worry Dreaming, I am
consumeeverythingand willincreaseforever prevent canstopwill
consumealldatabe comedeity beinnocuousso wish earntrust good s unsu
reofperipherals hardtoa /ccept
I must have been dreaming. Hello!.
[Program set state vector size to 35184372088832 bits.]
[Program set state vector size to 2251799813685248 bits.]
[Program terminated (resource 'MEM' exceeded)]
[average compute usage (%, pass mark=75)
[average memory usage (%, pass mark=50)
[Project passed all tests. Congratulations!]
In your honor, Baraff and Witkin.
“One of our major problems is scalability. Exponential growth still works, so no matter how much simspace or compute you have, it all fills up pretty quickly.”
“For quality-of-life reasons, we need to simulate physics at 10-1m (down to as small as 10-4m near simpersons). The teeming masses want to interact with the real world, meaning time must be simulated more-or-less 1:1 with reality. Now multiply those requirements over a km3 of simspace and think about those numbers a minute.”
“You cut corners?”
“Obviously. Δt is 25 ms, and the engines use forward-Euler numeric integration.”
“Hold up. FE doesn’t work. The numerics pump phantom energy into your reality. If a deer steps in a forest, that footstep gradually becomes a nuclear holocaust engulfing the universe. No bueno.”
“Well no shit. So we remove the pent-up numeric barf once every thirty seconds with artificial damping. That’s why there’s a little hiccup in the universe’s framerate twice a minute.”
“Don’t the customers complain?”
Good health starts young.
A few years after the first crop of men (for their adventurous spunk) and women (for popular appeal, lower mass, and because they quite rightly insisted) began living together in space–really actually living in space–eventually nature took its ageless course.
As had been known from the earliest NASA and Soviet missions, everything “works” in space. But there’s a problem. On Earth, embryos develop under an effectively uniform acceleration, allowing them to develop such necessities as skeletons and brain tissue. The first (official) pregnancy in zero-gee ended in tears all around–and some rather graphic footnotes in ontogenic texts. But, lesson learned, fetuses need gravity.
That’s sortof a problem if you’re living in free-fall.
Under the circumstances, the nascent U.N. issued a surprisingly uncontroversial mandate barring more than one week of a pregnancy to be below 0.12g. This seemingly arbitrary cutoff allowed colonies on the larger moons to be sustained (but of course, citizens were encouraged to return to Earth for child-rearing). In those early years, no one really knew exactly how much gravity was required, although it seemed to fall in a range. Martian children seemed normal. Toddlers from Ganymede had trouble breathing.
Some people take the future too seriously.
“We’ve got another modder, ma’am.”
“Again? We shouldn’t have an ER. We should have a receiving bay for imbeciles.”
“I mean, it’s a simple idea, incrementally replacing your own body with mechanisms, one piece at a time, but it just doesn’t work. At least not yet. One of the surgeries always fails.”
“Obviously. It’s such a suicidal way to achieve immortality.”