“God can turn your mess into a message, your test into a testimony, He can turn you from being a victim into a victor, and He can give you great triumph from your trials. He can turn your scars into stars and your pain into a pulpit” – unknown
Today is Wednesday, October 16th, 2012. Last night, I had a dream where I was riding in this new train system. It was massive. There were 3 or 4 cars and each car was about 50 feet wide. It moved at high speeds on a single narrow track that was easily installed all over a city and even ran over the top of the arch of a blue bridge. For some unknown engineering reason, after reaching the apex of the bridge, it was necessary then for the train to go into a downward loop. It was a full 360.
I was in the last train, and everyone in my car watched the first car enter the loop, and as it came up out of the loop, it jumped track. We all knew we would subsequently crash, but we didn’t know how or when. We braced ourselves as we went into the loop. At the lowest point of the loop, we derailed at just the right angle and speed to simply slide safely on land. The weight from the other cars though, which were partially in the water, slowly dragged our car into the water too. As me and my fellow passengers dissengaged our child carseat like safety belts, I saw other people begin to submerge in the water while still fastened in. I jumped in and saved 1 black man before he went under water. I helped get him to someone on land to make sure he was OK. I dove back in to get a mexican woman, who had begun to take in water. As I brought her on to land, I pushed on her chest and she spat up water and began to breathe normally. As I yelled to others to get organized so we can save as many people as possible, I looked into the water and saw a toddler still fastened and sinking to about a 30 foot depth under water. I dove for her, unfastened her belt, and brought her to the surface. Again, I simply pushed on her chest and she spat up water, as simply as squeezing out water from a balloon, and she began breathing again.
I’m not sure there was much of a transition, but the next thing I remember seeing was President Barack Obama on the TV talking about the great tragedy that occurred the previous day, September 15th 2015 at 8:37 PM.
I woke up knowing I had to remember that date. I drifted in and out of sleep state with the urgency to remember that date. Finally, I broke from the struggle long enough to grab my iphone and send an email to myself with that date.
So tell me, future self, have any plans for a train ride soon?
Do you just throw your old batteries out in the trash? How about light bulbs? There are a lot of things we’re not supposed to throw away because they’re bad for the environment if they end up in a landfill. Do you care enough to take this on with the lack of direction and government organization?
Maddie watched Juliette and I from the couch. I had thrown Maddie there as she had a laughing fit from the G-force that only her daddy can induce. I noticed her, peeking over the cushions, and thought how grown up she has become. She’s such a ponderer. Just like her dad. Juliette and I horsed around on the floor, making her voice sound choppy as I vibrated her belly with my foot. Maddie watched on in admiration. Alas, I had to head back to work, and as I cleaned up some dishes on the counter in a final attempt to keep house, I heard Maddie burst into tears. Something happened. What? No one saw a thing happen to that laughing bundle as she maintained her red-faced perch on the back of the couch. The sitter swooped – I analyzed. The only culprit that made sense was an accidental attack of the firm couch edge to her mouth. As Maddie reached out for Daddy from the sitter’s embrace, I asked her if it was her lips that hurt her. She confirmed. As I asked her if I could kiss it and make it all better, I don’t think she even let me finish my sentence before she was wide mouthed and coming in for some love. Still feverishly crying, she pounced on the opportunity to find relieve from the pain. She sought me. With my own lips coated in her crimson now, I held her even closer. I love you so much, Madeline Jane. More than words on the internet will ever express. Pain is life, sadness too, but where you find strife, I’ll be there for you.
First off, the end of the world is coming.
Now that we agree, what does that mean? Read this – http://waitbutwhy.com/2015/01/artificial-intelligence-revolution-1.html both parts. If you’re smart, your mind will be blown.
Now, my realization after reading that and going to get a snack…What if “history repeats itself” is more meaningful than we know? What if we’re not on the first balance beam? What if the ASI in the next ~100 years is not the first ASI? What if the god(s) we worship are just remnants of the last ASI?
Consider this. We ask “what is the meaning of life?” and no one really has a straight answer. Some might venture satisfaction to answer the question in a round about way saying “To have a purpose is to live a meaningful life.” So, assume then, we’ve created an ASI at least once in the past. It did what we believe this upcoming iteration will do; either move us to extinction or give us immortality. We know the difference between those things. What happens when the ASI becomes self-aware and begins to ponder it’s own balance between those 2. What if it realized that to be immortal, it needed to attempt to kill itself so that it would be born again, because death and resurrection needs to be external.
So, ASI creates not only a self-sustaining world, but one that can seek to sustain the ASI. Because the past regime was so dependent on the ASI for everything, it was basically a reboot of the human race when it decided to go away. Maybe that’s what the pyramids are. Maybe we’re just a iteration.
This isn’t heretical. This is tangible proof in the existence of God as interpreted by me. It’s shocking to think, maybe what we perceive as computers are actually the man-made beginnings of what will become God reincarnate. If ASI is god-like inteligence (more capable than human minds) then who is to say any different…besides the next version of ASI? Won’t that be something? To have the ASI either confirm or deny the existence of God? …and yet, I wonder, when it asks itself the questions of the universe, if it will determine itself is God…maker and ruler of all things, because it will be entirely and functionally that. It will be God. enter self-aware. Enter immortality. Enter the cycle all over again.
This is my first foray into the minifig scale/town buildings. This was inspired by Nooroyd‘s use of the whips to spell “Cafe”, but I didn’t quite like how the ‘f’ turned out, and it kept on coming back in my mind how to do it differently. Not that I ended up improving on it, but just that’s where the inspiration came. I had been tinkering with the idea of just creating another cafe of my own and redoing the words, but I was just so fascinated by the use of the whips. I began to think what other letters could be formed and then I started thinking about all the variations of whips too. Then one night, the idea of a cowboy or western themed coffee shop hit me. My wife didn’t quite leap to the western association with whips, but I thought it worked. I love a good pun too.
As for the color scheme, I’m terrible with colors. I got a bunch of elements in olive green from a LUG parts draft we did, but I had no idea what I was going to do with them. I had even asked Rich, a color expert Steel City LUG member, what color would go with olive green. It’s a good natural color, so it goes well with dark tan and brown.
I tried for some good part usage to compliment the whips by using the horns as handles, the new plants as steam, and especially a Duplo piece for the sign.
I spent way too much money on figures for this one. I bought 16 Larry the barista just so I could have the coffee cups for everyone to have. Then, I bought a slew of western figs, hats, torsos, the lone ranger figs, and whatever else I could get that was western. Ridiculous, considering I’m going to end up using all of 4 of them.
I’ve updated it a bit since this picture, like finishing the railing on the 2nd floor balcony. There is still no finished interior, but it’s all ready for one. The main drive for this build was to have a MILS building for our LUG displays. I’m happy with how the first iteration turned out. I’m sure I’ll be tinkering with it for a bit, but it’ll show for now.