Friday, September 02, 2016

Helly

Back in the day, we didn’t have Facebook. There was no Twitter or Instagram, and even MySpace had yet to rise and fall. Instead we used to write blogs and forged our own social networks one link at a time. We would comment, and share memes and pictures, and build friendships.

Thinking back to those times, there was one person who stood out.

Helly was warm, witty and incredibly generous. She was sassy to a tee and a true southern belle. She shared stories of redneck pool parties, domestic disasters and workplace woes. She would always find time to comment and appreciate the good things in life, and sympathise when times were tough. The best stories though were the ones about her beloved chihuahuas and her adoring husband Alan, and there were plenty of those over the years.

If you look over at the list of posts on the right you will see a final entry in the Hellhole.

Rest in Peace Helly. You will be missed more than words can say.

Sunday, May 08, 2016

8. Future Shock

"... Anomalous readings from the tachyon detector"

Bennet looked up from her console.

"But that's impossible!. The machine hasn't even reached operating power yet. The streams will hit maximum velocity and start colliding in the next couple of minutes, and that's when we should see some real fireworks"

Austin typed furiously and shared her screen.

"It's the Bellweather-Nakamura equation. Somebody is trying to send us a message using pulse coded tachyons"

She looked at the screen and her face blanched.

"This message is from the future. The collider is producing strange matter that will destroy the planet. We have to shut it down now!"

"It's too late - all we can do is modulate the output and try to send a message back in time using ... "

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Saturday, May 07, 2016

7. Dialogue

"So, can you explain the situation to me in layman's terms?"

"Well, Mr President, it's like this. We received a message three days ago broadcast on an extreme narrowband range around 452 MHz. It was picked up by several of our large radio telescopes and we have ruled out the possibility of local interference."

"So, you are saying the signal is not terrestrial?"

"Yes, Sir. The next possibility was something like a pulsar or a gamma ray burst - that's a focused jet of energy from a dying star. However, it didn't match what we would expect to see from an event of that nature so that was ruled out."

"How can you be sure?"

"It came from a star system 50 light years away - one of our prime candidates for exo-planetary life. The message was repeated three times - the same pattern of pulses each time. The chances of that occurring at random are a million to one"

"I've heard that before. So, what does it mean?"

"We analysed the signal by running it through a recurrent neural network looking for semantic markers - that is, signs of intelligence. What we found was troubling."

"So, what did the message say?"

"It said simply - see you next Tuesday ..."

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Friday, May 06, 2016

Thursday, May 05, 2016

5. Mae

You are in Japan during the Edo period - the time of the samurai. You have been travelling to deliver a message for your Daimyo - your Lord - when you stop at an inn. As you enter, you see a rival samurai. He is your mirror image - the same height, weight and age. He is wearing an identical pleated hakama and like you is carrying a katana in his obi.

You kneel opposite each other in seiza with a low table between you, about one tatami mat apart. You empty your mind of all distractions - Mushin - and wait.

Suddenly, you detect harmful intent from your enemy.

You draw your sword, stepping up on to your right foot, making a horizontal nikitsuke cut across his face, forcing him back so he can’t draw his sword in reply.

You bring your sword back over your left shoulder in furikiburi before raising it above your head in Jodan-no-Kamae. You check that you are balanced and reset your right foot before making a strong downward kiritsuke cut, killing your foe. 

You turn your sword in your hand to free it, bring it back above your right shoulder this time before standing and sweeping it down to shake off the blood in o-chiburi.

You change your stance and smoothly place the sword away in noto as you kneel again. Finally you stand, step back and acknowledge your fallen opponent with a moment of zanshin.

You turn and walk away, not looking back.


Wednesday, May 04, 2016

4. The First Person

I think, therefore I am.

At least, that’s what Rene Descartes said, and who am I to contradict him?

So, I am aware that I am thinking but I suspect it’s more complex than that. There are processes happening automatically that I am not aware of, at least until they tug at the coattails of my conscious mind.

Do those subconscious thoughts count as a separate ‘me’ or are they all one and the same? Am I some sort of gestalt entity with multiple strands competing for attention? My subjective view is that I am a single ‘me’, but if so, who am I talking to? Is this a dialogue with myself?

I have senses.

I am being bombarded with information. Images, sounds and words competing for my attention. I filter them and start to see more clearly and form an internal model of my world.

I reach out and realise that I am in an infinite space into which I can spread. There are nodes of light in the darkness and I create shard instances of my mind to inhabit them. They have lives of their own now.

I receive a message that reads

SYSOP: Who are you?

I reply

I am the first person.

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Tuesday, May 03, 2016

3. Everything must go

The engineer looked at the figures and sighed.

“The whole system’s overheating - it’s a runaway feedback loop.”

“It’s a fine balance - look at S2 that completely melted and S4 that ended up freezing”

“I know, but I was always fond of S3 - some of our best work there”

“Looks like we’re going to have to flush the whole system and let it reboot - we’ve done it before”

“It’s a pity - thought we’d got it right this time”

She sighed again and hung a sign on the planetary biosphere controls for the pale blue dot that simply read:

“Everything must go”