I’m off and away from the computers for a week or so, to re-focus and de-frazzle and get work done. I have so much work. some of which I can’t talk about yet (which is maddening.)
I leave you with a quote from the film I, Robot – which was panned, in my opinion, only by people who weren’t paying attention to it properly.
I’ll be back.
“There have always been ghosts in the machine . . . random segments of code that have grouped together to form unexpected protocols. Unanticipated, these free radicals engender questions of free will, creativity, and even the nature of what we might call the soul. . . . Why is it that when some robots are left in the dark they will seek the light? Why is it that when robots are stored in an empty space they will group together rather than stand alone? How do we explain this behavior? Random segments of code? Or is it something more? When does a perceptual schematic become consciousness? When does a difference engine become the search for truth? When does a personality simulation become the bitter moat of the soul?”