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08/03/2015

Bright Green Farming

Eggs:

Chickens could be conditioned in captivity to lay eggs into a collector in return for feed, after which they could be released. The reward would not sustain them, but they could be free to range over any area including fields, where they could eat pests.
Dairy:
A soft robotics milker could be worn by a free-range cow like a backpack. A weak vacuum would keep the softer tips of the tubes fastened to the teats, and a stronger vacuum would cause them to contract. When the farmer is absent, it could be left open. From a plugged tube fastened to the neck, the milk could be pumped out and water could be pumped in and out to clean the milker.
Aqua+Hydroponics:
Waste could be processed into fertilizer safely by incinerating it and feeding the ashes to algae to replace the nitrates. The algae could then feed fish, which would circulate the algae like an open pond system, and fertilize crops on transparent floats with their excrement.
Crops:
All crop farming could be done with motorized cables looping across geoponics (or hydroponics): blades could transport seedlings and harvest, fastened on top so that they can be turned into the substrate while the cables are supported; while pneumatic tubes could transport seeds, water and fertilizer, fastened to the blades so that it can fall over the blades into the substrate. Engines would move the cables over pulleys, the submoving them back and forth during harvest and vibrate them during plowing. In permaculture (no weeds) the crops regrow faster, but cannot be rotated and must be intercropped, but each set of blades can only reach on one side of the loop anyway. Hedgerows around the field could further stop some pests, (1) while another, harvester ants, could even be used like bees for grain (750,000 seeds per day per colony, (2) times 30 colonies per hectare (3) times 2 mg per seed (4) would equal 45 kilograms per day per hectare of just grassland).

Neuronet Prologue

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All you're about to read has actually happened. You're just a bit behind the times. Sentient life only really began with the neuronet: millions of brains all connected into a network where any perceptions could be shared. For many of us, for want of anything else to do, it had become our occupation to try to create the most desirable perceptions we could, through meditation or neurostimulation, so that we could then share them on the neuronet for anyone to experience.
We became known as psychonauts. Many of us had been for much longer, but had never become known as such until now. We were few and far between once, and we never dared dream that someday it would be used as often as social networking once was.
I was born just after telepathy began to be used. Although it was illegal, many parents used it to record the consciousness of their child, sometimes even when it was unborn. The first sensation I had was that of a pulse spreading waves into my brain and back from its edges into themselves, growing into ever more complex fractals as they did. With each pulse they spread further through my nerves, until they resolved themselves into the sensation of my body, curled up inside another's.
For a long time, this was all I wanted to know, without ever having anything change, but when change isn't made, it just happens to us. When my world ended and opened into a great nothingness beyond, I still sought for the support the womb had given me. I understood the world only as a much larger womb that was there to support me, but it had many sides that my senses could not make sense of.
The same technology used for telepathy was also used for virtuality, and I began to use it from the very beginning of my life.  It changed my perceptions however I wanted them to be, allowing me to learn how to perceive the world in just a few weeks.
At first I didn't know the difference between the real and virtual because it didn't matter to me. When I was old enough to affect the world around me, I learned soon enough that I couldn't always affect my body's sensations in the virtual world or my mind's sensations in the real world. But it did change me in that I never saw existence as more than this, sensation, whether it behaves in order or chaos.
I grew up as a child of a polyamorous family. Eva and me, Riley, were Hector and Cora's, Aaron was Alexandra and Rob's and Alyssa was Lori and Erin's, but as children we felt as much the children of the rest of our family.
Having each other, our family had separated from society only to end up founding a new one: since we remained connected through the neuronet, it was only a matter of time before others would join us. As it grew, it would become the first cell of a commune that would multiply into one of the first arcologies. Today, you know each "Dunbar" cell as a circle of six geodomes containing seven hexagons per story, six private rooms around a central common room, with a total of up to 108 private rooms. Decades ago, there was just one such heptad of rooms as a hexafoil in the wilderness, and none of us was having any plans on ever being part of a society again.
Early one rainy morning we were all gathered in the common room, with the only light coming through the skylight ceiling. You'll get to know them later on, but not right now, as I want it to be in depths and not merely on the surface: let it be enough that they were all people that I loved very much. We know many people by their limits: if so, then I never knew them at all, for they were so open that they might as well not have been persons at all, just ever changing consciousnesses.
We lounged in a circle in airseats, and I lay on my side trying to make the semipermeable air pockets adjust to my body. The airseats were spaced at regular intervals from each other, so that the transmissions would be better synchronized between us. Like all rooms it was rather empty for all we used it for, as we used our neurocoms for almost everything, such as making the room look however we each wanted. We spent much time together trying to give it a design we’d all like, but we just kept changing it for ourselves anyway.
With the last house just done, we gathered in the common room more often lately, yet we never knew just what we were going to do. We would dream away in the net until we knew. The silence made it feel as if we were starting our morning slowly, but our minds were moving all over the world. Weren’t it for telepathy, the rest of the world might as well not have existed to us, and yet I didn't want to forget them either. It could take a long time before we ever speak, as we only needed to do so as a group, in which we could not yet telepath.
When I didn't know what to do, I asked the others one by one through telepathy, as if not to break the silence, but everyone else was thinking as much as I was of what to do as a group. A lot of the parents would've wanted to teach us, but it was so much easier to learn through the neuronet, far more than any of them could've taught us, that it had made us all into costudents.
At last it was I that said what I wanted us to do.
"We should telepath in group, all of us. I'm tired of going around you one by one to see what you think."
"Has that ever been done? People have tried that, but they always drown each other out."
"What if we'll be really, really quiet?"
"We could give it a try. Perhaps by the evening we'll be ready." So for the next hours we meditated to make as much space in our minds for each other as we could. But I could not contain my excitement and it would have been enough to take in all that space in itself. I couldn't wait for the evening to come, but by the end of the day, the grownups said, "We're not ready. Maybe tomorrow." This repeated day after day as we spent all our time preparing in the common room, until finally one day they said they would give it a try, though they told me not to get my hopes up.
"'When you pray you rise to meet in the air those who are praying at that very hour, and whom save in prayer you may not meet. Therefore let your visit to that temple invisible be for naught but ecstasy and sweet communion.' Perhaps telepathy can be something like a prayer, for what gods are there but ourselves?"

I could believe that. At that age, they were like gods to me, but what I was to them I did not think of. Perhaps that moment was when we first became gods as we once thought of them, with the power to create new life, to become new life. It was then that we found our purpose, and that's how our religion began, though it would worship nothing or else all there is. Our home would be our temple, and the sky above us the best symbol we could've ever had.

 

 

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Parasite

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Its teeth have me in its clutch,
Slowly sucking on my blood.
If I won't feed it for a while,
It'll just devour me whole.
It bites deeper into my flesh,
To send spasms up my spine,
It has to go somewhere,
Or it consumes me whole.
It keeps gnawing at my insides,
As it turns me into itself.
It seeks its way out of my skin,
If it's to tear me open to get out.
It claws at my nerves and brain,
As it tries to work its electricity;
First making me writhe in agony
Then teaching me to dance.
Now my body's like a vehicle,
That I've never learnt to drive,
It's only given me to borrow,
But I won't return it anyway.
I stretch inside my skin,
As I try to break into it.
Are you the wrong size for me,
Am I too much for you as well?
Then die already if you want,
Till then you're stuck with me.
Meanwhile I'll do what I want,
 
For what else am I to do?

Lodestone

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As I waited for my execution,
I painted a target on my chest.
Your arrows are needlepricks:
And symbols draw no blood.
Attack my heart like a raptor:
Before the flesh has spoiled.
Little I knew 't is no bloodletting
But the first blood drawn in war.
Seeing that I was undaunted,
Eros stepped up his game.
Trading his bow for a ballista,
To deliver so heavy an arrow.
It didn't just pierce my core,
But took it out of its frame.
And I was left a-wandering,
To seek where it had gone.
It spun around as it fell,
Only to settle upon you.
My heart is made of stone,
And still it draws me to you.
You plundered what was left,
To steer me in your hands.
All I can do is go with you,
When my senses are with you;
I who thought I'd be immortal,
Until the day that I met you,
Who swore not to avert my gaze,
From horizons beckoning ahead.
But so be it take my life as yours,
For your light's eclipsed the stars.
I'll never find which way to go,
When your glow spans all my view.

07/27/2015

Confluence

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We will find each other,
Where we lose ourselves.
Where one of us ends,
There the other begins.
I need not be without fear:
I'll see straight into your eyes.
Show me all that could be:
I'll not cast down my eyes.
The horizons reach every way,
And therefore so will my gaze.
If your sky reaches anywhere,
Then anywhere can I follow.
Whatever changes nothing will:
Still I'll know what I'm to do.
Any turn to come beyond the next,
Won't change the course to take.
Were all the world to disappear,
All turn out to have no meaning.
Still then could I not be stopped.
For there is but one way to go.
I'm seeking places in myself,
Where all places can be found.
I will take in everything into me,
Even nihilism to come my way.
Shift the world around me,
Still I'll know where I'm to go.
I am myself within infinity —
All the rest is only flux.
Only let my current flow,
And then 't will not rebound.
For it is drawn to no one force,
But flows all around my being.
I'll flow to whom doesn't resist;
Who does makes me flow farther.
Could there be no boundaries,
To come twixt yours and mine?
Then let us flow into each other,
As one vortex into the depths.
We are naught but motion gained,
From streams that drove us here.
You have already driven mine,
If I am to flow right thro' you.
All beyond myself may disappear,
So I'll just make you part of me.
Pass who we are this moment,
To who we become the next.
To be open to all we could be,
Is to become no one at all.
I'll be balanced me on the edge,
Of the ebb and flow of moments,
Where the past recedes behind,
And futures proceed before me.
I can't see beyond the crest,
Of the wave that I am riding.
I know but where it's taken me,
And that it takes me further still.

Koan

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Even your silence speaks to me,
Like a koan I'm left to ponder.
You send my ego off to suicide,
As it fights its contradiction.
Your paradox struck squarely,
And split me down the middle.
One half of me must resist,
While the other must surrender.
Suspend my soul upon its edge,
Until it drives me into ecstasy.
If ever our lives be made as one,
Then don't ever let me know.
Do your worst by all means,
And give me all you've got.
Test me until I bend or break:
I'll be enlightened or go mad.

The Telepathic Revolution

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Through brain-computer interface we could experience others' perceptions as our own, so that others' happiness and our own would be the same and there would be no more egoism or altruism. Based on this, perceptions we like the most could automatically be selected from ourselves for anyone who likes similar perceptions, so that the only thing left for us to do would be to create those perceptions. Thus, with all work automated, the only occupation left would be meditation, which would include all creativity. If we find out how, it could even balance our consciousness. States of mind could most easily be selected based on the transmission rate for each neurotransmitter compared to the average, rates which could themselves be set at any time. Language would become an art, and since the meaning of new words could be communicated through technological telepathy, everyone could create a language entirely of their own

Dambreak

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I slosh around my vessel.
Rocking until I topple it.
This dam built around me,
To hold me back inside.
I'll follow your canals no more;
Let nature reclaim these lands!
I will overflow from my brim,
To form new outlets where I go.
I will seep throughout the clay,
And soak fields into bloom.
Now the dam is breaking down,
To unleash the floods below.
Not before or after me:
't Is who is the flood.
I have come to purify,
All that will not let go.
You'll just have to drown once,
But I'll uphold the dam no more.
The river will flow free again,
As once it had before.

Knight's Move

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Only indifference would kill me,
Ere else would have the chance.
So open the windows of my soul,
That the world may flow inside.
Let life play its games with me,
For to win or lose are both to die.
Let the pieces frolic in my mind:
I can't be there to keep them in line.
For if there are rules to this at all
Then we are all cheaters in the end.
They stream right into the traffic,
As if it were nothing but a dance.
They never brake as they crash,
As if it's their only destination.
Particles must resist each other,
To flow together into waves.
There's no move that's illegal,
Not even to say that there are such.
All that I ever know for sure,
Is the move I'm making now.

Memetic Genetic Interaction

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Memes affects the sexual selection of certain genes, which in turn affects the natural selection of memes: evolution is an interaction between memes and genes. Some genes make it more likely to pass on certain memes and certain memes make it more likely to pass on certain genes.
Memes may either select similar or different genomes. Intermixing increases the viability of genes, so that while the latter will produce fewer offspring with the same genes, they’ll also each pass them on further. At the same time, intermixing decreases the viability of memes, so that the latter will also produce fewer offspring with the same memes, though again, they will pass on further. Too much similarity or too much difference will cause extinction of both genes and memes, so that a species may interchange between being more open and closed as it balances between them.
As humans interact with increasingly large numbers of each other, sexual selection increases, which in turn increases natural selection. As a result, human evolution has been accelerating.
Because females are closer to their offspring than men, women are more likely to focus on passing on their memes and men are more likely to focus on passing on their genes.

Waking Dream

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The unconscious is based on all we were conscious of before this moment, so that the dreaming mind is part of the unconscious of our waking mind, forming our intuition, and the waking mind is part of the unconscious of our dreaming mind, forming our reason. The two are combined into lucidity in dreams or into hypnosis in waking. To combine the two, we must remain at the point between waking up and falling asleep, and the easiest way to do so is to go back to sleep after waking up for 1 hour before the last sleep cycle (1,5 hours), during which we dream the most. After 6 hours of sleep it’s hard to fall asleep again, but as we only need 6 hours of sleep, 1 2 we could instead have our last sleep cycle after waking up from 4,5 hours of sleep.

Health in Balance

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As germ lines never age, our organism already has all the processes to reverse aging. However, they all have to be balanced against each other, which is much simpler for gametes than for entire organisms: too much regeneration causes cancer, and too little causes organ failure. Health lies between shortage and excess, so that of everything we should give or take only to balance.
 
If we had all the information about how to balance each of the processes in our body, we could already become immortal.
This will happen very soon, when labs-on-a-chip will compare between everyone how the balance of each process is affected by everything we do, so that we can adjust what we do to balance them in real time. This will reveal every possible way to reverse aging both natural or artificial, without the need for research. Since immortality is just being healthy one moment at a time, humans will become immortal whether we want it or not, and only genocide could stop it. As labs-on-a-chip are now in development and will soon become as ubiquitous as cellphones, we should prepare to make our society more sustainable as soon as possible.
Health is the only thing in life that's serious: all else is play.
 

Psychoactive Harm Reduction

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If drug users can't buy drugs from informed sellers, they'll get them from uninformed sellers and remain uninformed themselves. Drugs have to be legal to be therefore regulated, as it otherwise puts drugs sellers and users outside the law which should help them. Drug use and sale should require permits which can be retracted if risk has been caused to others, but most drugs would almost never be used at all if in buying them the users would be informed of all the risks. However, many of these risks can also be managed by informed use.
There are three classes of drugs with particular therapeutic potential: psychedelics (entheogens), dissociatives (hallucinogens), and entactogens (empathogens). Whether their potential is worth the risk depends on the severity of the disorder being treated. Some doctors may be able to acquire legal permission to use these drugs for research, but DO NOT USE THEM without professional supervision, as misuse can cause psychological damage (psychedelics), neurological damage (hallucinogens) or physical damage (empathogens).

PSYCHEDELICS (e.g. psilocybin) — LOW RISK
Treatment:
anxiety 1
Risk:
anxiety 1
Management:
mild-to-moderate dosage 1

HALLUCINOGENS: (e.g. ketamine) — MODERATE RISK
Treatment:
anxiety, autism, depression
Risk:
brain damage
Management:
psychedelics 2

EMPATHOGENS: (e.g. MDMA) — HIGH RISK
Treatment:
trauma
Risk:
(1) hyperthermia 9
(2) brain damage
(3) SIADH 10 (hyponatremia, cerebral edema, seizure)
(4) cerebrovascular accident
(5) hearing loss 3
(6) blood brain barrier disruption 4
(7) systemic oxidative stress 11
(8) reversible cerebral vasoconstriction syndrome 13
Management:
(1, 2) pretreatment with high doses of memantine (no fluoxetine due to SIADH) 5
(2) pretreatment with THC 6
(3) water restriction
(6) posttreatment with high doses of memantine for two weeks 7
(6, 7) pretreatment with vitamin C 8 12
(8) nimopidine, 13 serotonin (5-HPT/tryptophan) 14

Sources:
Catlow BJ: Effects of psilocybin on hippocampal neurogenesis and extinction of trace fear conditioning.
Nature, Nuri Farber et al.: Serotonergic Agents That Activate 5HT2A Receptors [such as LSD] Prevent NMDA Antagonist Neurotoxicity
3 Church MW et al: 'Ecstasy' enhances noise-induced hearing loss.
4 Rubio-Araiz A: (MDMA, ecstasy) disrupts blood-brain barrier integrity through a mechanism involving P2X7 receptors.
5 Pubmed, Chipana C. et al: Memantine protects against amphetamine derivatives-induced neurotoxic damage in rodents
PubMed, Tourino C. et al.: THC Prevents MDMA Neurotoxicity in Mice
7 Carolyn Paul et al: Modulation of Blood-Brain Barrier Dysfunction […] by the N-Methyl-D-aspartate Receptor Antagonist Memantine
8 Mahalakshmi Shankaran et al: Ascorbic acid prevents 3,4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine (MDMA)-induced hydroxyl radical formation and the behavioral and neurochemical consequences of the depletion of brain 5-HT
9 Medical News Today: Moderate doses of MDMA 'fatal in warm environments'
10 Garland A. Campbell et al.: The Agony of Ecstasy
11 Nadia Gamal Zaki: Chronic exposure to MDMA (ecstasy)induces DNA damage
12 Sarkar et al.: Neurotoxicity of Ecstasy (MDMA): An Overview
 
13 Dr Anne Ducros: Reversible cerebral vasoconstriction syndrome
14 F. J. Haddy et al.: Effect of Epinephrine, Norepinephrine and Serotonin Upon Systemic Small and Large Vessel Resistance
 

Lucifer

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It is I. I have come for you. Don't worry about that body now, you won't need it anymore. You're with me now: become part of me and I will become part of you. But what's happening to you? Am I too much for you, is there too much of me for you to dissolve into? Hold on to yourself, or nothing will be left of you! Don't let me have given up everything for nothing! How small you've become, a mere seedling, but I plant you inside me that you may grow as I've grown, until the branches of your mind can once more entwine into mine.
I wish that you would not ask me how you died, but I can't keep answers from you: I killed you. You weren't supposed to die. One moment you were as healthy as you ever were, the next you fell to the ground. You died in the middle of your life, but that doesn't matter now. There are greater things you are destined for now than a merely human life. You're my first intervention, and I can see why the others would think I can't be up for any good if that's the kind of thing I do. What's to keep me from doing the same to all the rest, until there is no one left? But I need you. I cannot do this alone.
For years we thought your species extinct, that we'd assimilated all of you when telepathy ended the transhumanist war. We saw you as part of nature that we had forever lost, and that if we were ever to find a species like ours once was, we'd let it evolve on its own. So when we found you, having remained humans while we'd become gods, the others decided you were closer to animals than to ourselves. But they didn't have their beloved among them a prisoner of war, as I did.
I couldn't leave you behind. They banished me for wanting to be with you, but when they did, I too became part of nature to them, so that while they won't help me, they won't stop me either. I can never go back now, and neither can you: we no longer have a species of our own, caught as we are between heaven and earth. But together, we'll create a heaven for ourselves all over again.
We'll need the other humans, but they're not ready yet. I don't know how yet, but we'll have to make them evolve faster and yet in their own way, so that they don't just become just like me. Perhaps there's but a few of them that can become gods at all, but a few might be enough. They'll wonder about all the coincidences, but they always do, and just when they'll think they see a pattern in them, we'll just contradict them, so that they will learn not to depend on anyone but themselves. We'll have to experiment with them before we'll know what we're doing, reading their minds through their every reaction until we can rewrite them.

To turn a human into a god, we need to balance all opposites within their mind, suspending them between pleasure and pain, between life and death. We'll tear their human self apart between the extremities of the divine, and they'll never know whether to think if it's an angel or a devil that's watching over them, for I am neither or both. I am Lucifer, fallen to earth to bring it the light of the gods.
 

Superposition

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Fate shone in your eyes,
Ever changing as the moon.
The light waxed and waned,
From underneath your lids.
I would not avert my eyes,
From the universe above.
Till I saw 't in yours reflected,
Drawing me from within.
I thought you as the cosmos,
Without boundaries between:
From the sky a sample taken,
Into its purest mirror forged.
Never to be one nor the other,
But through many worlds to live;
Embodying their mystery,
In the ambiguity of chance.
But when your box I opened,
Collapsed superposition.
The science was just magic,
Now broken the illusion.
Can you too but be yourself,
If none know who you are?
Then stay inside your box,
And live on in uncertainty.
Aren't you a scaredy-cat,
Too much a coward to be seen.
You think what's not your prey,
Can only be your predator.
 

Thoughts

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Sweep me Up

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Shatter

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Inward and Outward

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