If you’re like me you are dying for the day you can upload your thinking-meat into a more resilient, and less rot prone, container. Of course like me you’re probably aware that dying is exactly what is likely to happen before that is possible. There are a few vocal Transhumaists such as Kurzweil who think such an achievement will be possible in the near-future, but frankly there is nothing to support that beyond blind optimism.
So given the option to upload your consciousness… would you?
Would it matter if this was a destructive process (kill the meat to make the metal)?
Would the new you still be You?
Lastly if the organic you survived the process would you still be the same person, and how long would it be until the two versions of you became distinctly different entities as they reacted to their differing experiences post-upload?
There is a great article on the challenges facing mind uploading over at the NYT, but to summarise “Your mind, in all its complexity, dies with you. And that’s it.”
So the question becomes, “so what’s the modern version of this?”, cyberpunk with horror undertones? How do we weave a believable world where mythic horror combines with nascent technological advancements? “Sure my eyeball is bionic and my sight is digitally enhanced, but I can still see the nameless horror lurking on the edges of my vision.”
Which reminds me, got to get back to writing this weekend. That and I’ve got two works to Beta read… going to be a busy long weekend.
Most of us have heard of the Fermi Paradox, allegedly uttered by Enrico Fermi during a lunch discussion with some of his colleagues at the Los Alamos National Laboratory back in 1950. It’s a question that haunts every Sci-Fi reader and writer. The question basically boils down to “With the size of the universe, why have we not encountered alien life” or as Sagan croons…
It could be that there is no paradox because We are alone.
Rarity of Elements:
It has been suggested that life can only begin when the universe contains a certain abundance of complex molecules and systems. Maybe we have only recently [relatively speaking] reached that point. It may be that we are alone because we are the first to reach this point, or maybe one of the first groups and dispersion across the universe is only just beginning.
Rarity of Worlds:
We know there are a lot of suns, but many are too hot, too cold, or too unstable. Likewise we are finding more and more worlds, but between acid atmospheres, diamond rain, and no atmosphere, maybe there just aren’t that many that are sheltered enough to allow the formation of the complex chains that we think are necessary for life. Good sun, good planet, and in the goldilocks zone, even given the sheer number of planets out there, maybe these are rarer than we think.
Rarity of Security:
Say that life begins, that’s nice. Amino acid chains or their equivalent in the primordial soup from which life springs. Nice, but not enough, more importantly that life needs a protected environment in which to develop. Earth had the lightning storms and thick atmosphere, the water medium and a moon to wash minerals into the oceans and stir the mix. Even so life here hasn’t been that safe, with 5 (that we know of) Extinction Level Events washing the planet clean. Sure we have a gas giant to catch the projectiles the universe spits at us, but even so life has risen and then been extinguished here numerous times. Maybe it’s a fluke we’ve gotten this far, certainly if we want to continue our species indefinitely we can’t remain on this rock forever, its only matter of time before something makes it inhospitable for us. Maybe life elsewhere never gets that chance.
What is reality?
Maybe there is nothing ‘out there’ because the folks who coded the simulation that we are inhabiting didn’t bother to code it. Procedurally generating few trillions of worlds, that’s easy. Playstation games can do that right now! On the other hand, complex life forms are just hard to make realistic, much less the whole backstory you’d have to generate. Space exploration sucks when you’re an artificial intelligence within a procedurally generated universe is yourself.
It could be that We are not alone.
Rarity of Intelligence:
We mammals have been on this world for about 70 million years, a fair time you might say, but our technological progress was incredibly slow until the development of the printing press in the 1400’s and the industrial revolution in 1800’s. So really we have had 200 years to observe the wider universe, learn about it in any detail, and it wasn’t until the space race began in the 1950’s that we even began to dream of stepping off our little rock. Before us sea creatures ruled our world until something (maybe an ice-age) happened 443 million years ago, the Devonian came to an end 359 million years ago, and in the process pretty much emptied the oceans of anything bigger than bacteria. The Permian extinction happened 248 million years ago, and we owe our existence to the 4% of surviving species that would one day lead to us. Then 65 million years ago the universe dropped a rock on the dinosaurs and cleared the biosphere enough to give us mammals room to rise.
In all that time, given much of the same resources and opportunities none of those epochs developed advanced tool-using civilisations (as far as we’re aware). Maybe intelligence isn’t the evolutionary advantage we like to think it is, certainly we seem to be the first species on our world to develop the technological tools to end our own existence. It may be that life is common, but self-awareness is the anomaly.
Rarity of Materials:
Recent technological advance has been largely powered by the energy-rich and easily accessible fossil fuels. We have powered our advanced with the fossilized remains of the generations of life that came before us. Yes, we know these are bad for us in the long run, but could we have had our sudden technological leap forward without access to them? Many people think not. In a twisted way, coal really is good for humanity. Surface deposits of metals and minerals also helped, so our planet’s geology also helped. These are all advantages that may not have been available on other worlds and may have stunted their development.
Rarity of Interest:
Maybe there is life out there. Maybe it’s safe on a little planet with an unthreatening sky, nd young sun that will last out the species lifetime. It could be that they in a symbiotic relationship with their world, rather than an exploitive one. With no need for more territory, more materials, why would they want to leave? Maybe they have a thick atmosphere and have never seen the stars, and never ask the necessary series of questions that lead to the desire to explore out there. Maybe the idea of leaving their world is somehow abhorrent (don’t laugh there are people that die never having travelled more than 50 miles from their place of birth). Maybe their Heaven is down, and their Hell is up and they don’t want to risk demon attacks. Maybe they’ve developed their own versions of the Mass Effect games, linked to fully interactive VR, and are simply too busy with their home entertainment systems to care about the wider universe?
Rarity of Opportunity:
A civilisation rises, it flourishes and it dies. Perhaps the universe is littered with the corpses of dead civilizations, dead worlds, abandoned moons. We’ll stumble across their radio transmissions one day in the future, detect their nuclear detonations and stumble across their broken probes in the vast void between stars. Maybe they have yet to rise and will instead stumble across our remains one day and wonder why we hung metal art in orbit over our world, search our soil for the faint traces we may have left behind so long ago. The universe is big, and time is broad, so the chances of two civilisations rising at approximately the same time, and close enough to reach each other seems pretty low.
It’s a what now?
Alien life, how about maybe it’s so alien that we may not even recognise it or be looking in the right places. There are massive seas of water, giant gas clouds, and even oceans of rum, all floating out in the void well away from any planets, could life arise there? Could life be silicon-based, or so long lived that we wouldn’t be aware of its aeon spanning reactions. Maybe gas based creatures swim through the atmosphere of Jupiter at pressures where even our best technology can’t penetrate, or being of pure magnetic energy are observing us from the surface of the suns. Too often we say alien, and think humans with bits of plasticine on their faces (yes I blame Trek), but alien might be so alien that it’s unrecognisable to us.
The Oops Factor
In 1966, Sagan and Shklovskii speculated that technological civilizations will either “destroy themselves within a century of developing interstellar communicative capability or master their self-destructive tendencies and survive for billion-year timescales”. If that seems a bit pessimistic, look at how humanity is going. We discovered nuclear fission, which almost ended us. Other advanced are equally placed to better our existence or end it. Nanotechnology, Artificial Intelligence, genetic manipulation, are all double edged swords. There is even some concern that technology like the internet that allows instant gratification and communication may lead to lower birthrates and civilisation decline. “Go on a date? Why? I’ve got all I need right here in my comfy little pod.” Even space flight itself could be devastating if the energy requirement calculations for near-light speed travel are correct. Not much point spreading out if your engine backblast is going to melt your homeworld or blast apart your destination.
There are other options of course.
Maybe there is life out there but we’re too violent, or too primitive to contact. They’ll be back to check in on us in a few thousand years, see if we’ve grown up without destroying ourselves. Maybe we don’t know what to listen to and our neighbours have been trying to get our attention for ages. Or maybe the Von Neumann machine intelligence simply has no interest in us, after all we’re still made of meat and unable to take the steps necessary to transcend the flesh. Last but not least, what if we are seen as the invaders, an infection in their personal universe and they’re on their way to wipe out our blasphemous existence. In 1981, cosmologist Edward Harrison argued that “such behavior would be an act of prudence: an intelligent species that has overcome its own self-destructive tendencies might view any other species bent on galactic expansion as a threat.” Not all species play well with others, even on this world.
Von Neumann probes Seven ways to control the Galaxy with self-replicating probes
What even IS life How Earth’s ‘Extremophiles’ Could Aid Alien Life Search
Where Are They?: Why I hope the search for extraterrestrial life finds nothing.
The Fermi Paradox — Where Are All The Aliens
Now I hit publish and notice all the typos and grammatical errors.
So I’m working on a large scope sci-fi work. In the back-story, a sub-light ark ship was sent out into the stars to colonise new worlds (same old, same old, you’ve read it a million times). Been working on this for a while, but last night it occurred to me that gender balance might be a real issue. say you’ve got 20,000 slots, wouldn’t it make sense to have 80-90% of those reserved for fertile women? Yes, you take the intellectual cream, but most of those could still be women in their fields. Top up the ship with massive amounts of stored data and some frozen sperm, and you’ve got all the knowledge you need and you almost double the genetic variation available for your first generation of colonists. Also, the natural womb is pretty efficient when it comes to nutrient and power consumption. What then becomes of that first generation of colonists? What sort of culture shifts are we looking at?
Do the males rise to power through that testosterone-fuelled need to compete? Are they relegated to Inara style companion status due to their value as a commodity, while the women make all the important decisions?
Then the second question that comes to mind is what happens in the next generation? Does the gender balance reassert itself, or are male births artificially suppressed?
…thing is, he’s THE Garry McPlottool, the star of so many stories you’ve written and even more you’ve just imagined. Queue the literary Necromancer. So the question is “When, if ever, is it good to bring back a dead character?”
I’m not talking Days of our Lives stuff here when every character dies [or is assumed dead] a half dozen times. Especially when they mysteriously come back with a new face and accent, ten or twenty years younger. I don’t care about TV World where Dean’s death is just this episodes cliff hanger. I mean a world crafted with a little realism, where death SHOULD matter.
What are your rules for resurrecting a much beloved [or loathed] character, is there a line that shouldn’t be crossed? Maybe you think the line should never be crossed.
I have a concern, a worry, a niggling question I can’t answer.
If we do ever contact an intergalactic species, how are we going to pass their Turing test? How do we display that we are sentient, aware in our own right, rather than just biochemical machines programmed to replicate? There isn’t a single human act I can think of that isn’t replicated by creatures we wouldn’t consider intelligent. Maybe that’s why we’ve been left alone, maybe we’re the galactic equivalent of Army Ants.
“Now that’s a particularly nasty species down there, better not land, it might get up in the landing gear.”
I’m tempted to say that music might save us. But if whatever we meet doesn’t use air vibrations as a means of communication, we are so screwed.
Comments more than welcome…
Now there’s a short story, the first meeting with an alien race, and the Muzak being piped in before the conference as a trance like-effect on the delegation. They become addicted, and humans become the aural-drug pushers to the galaxy. Chill to Bach, trip on AC/DC, overdose to Dub-Step.
Speaking of short stories, never forget They’re Made of Meat, by Terry Bisson.
Sometimes there comes a novel with an image that sears itself into your brain. A book that you can’t put down because when you get to that one scene, you have to hurl it across the room. The squick factor, the image that will stay with you until the day you die. Sure sometimes it fades away, but then a chance glimpse of that author’s name, or maybe a similar book cover. Then it is right back burrowing its way into your thoughts, reminding you of why you only read romances/magazines now.
For me that was a Chuck Palahniuk novel, Haunted. There is a scene pretty close to the beginning, that involved a swimming pool, and the reason that character eats highly processed foods. If you’ve read the book, then I’m sure its stuck with you, if you haven’t read the book I recommend you read it… share my pain.
Don’t get me wrong, this was a good scene, a well-written scene. Too well written maybe. I could visualise exactly what happened. My skin crawled and my stomach churned. Worse, I could practically feel what happened. Over-active imaginations are a necessity for aspiring authors, but can sometimes be a curse that can only be cured with Brain Bleach.
Question: So is there a scene that sticks with you from a favourite (or feared) book or movie, that one moment that makes even your masochistic side hesitate?
Comments more than welcome…
SQUICK: Possibly a contraction of “squeamish” and “Ick!” A negative emotional response, specifically a disturbed or disgusted one.
My first introduction, outside the Pern series, was a wonderful little novel by Rose Estes, called Children of the Dragon. It made such an impression on me as a young reader that I went out and bought a copy 10 years later, to give to any hatchlings that I might spawn.
In Epic fantasy they’re majestic forces of destruction, dominating the skies and laying waste to whole nations. While in Urban have somehow shrunk to pocket-sized comic relief, often found setting fire to expensive things in the underwear drawer.
Either way, I want to write dragons… but I’m not that brave yet. Dragons have to be treated carefully, with asbestos lined, kid gloves.
So… Dragons? … a mainstay of fantasy that lifts us from the page and into the worlds on fire-wreathed wings? Or a tired cliché best left off the page? Thoughts?
Comments more than welcome…
EDIT: until I was about to write this I actually had no idea that Estes had written a whole slew of books. You live and learn.
So there’s the hypothetical question for today.
Your in-utero bay has all the genes that suggest they are going to be gay. (see article). You have access to the funds and technology to make genetic changes. Question: Do you ‘fix’ (yes I know fix is a loaded word) this. Do parents have the right to determine the sexuality, or even the sex, of their children? The child will naturally develop along pre-determined genetic dispositions, whether they are the original set or the modified set. So the child growing up is unlikely to ever regret being ‘forced’ into that role, societal pressures aside.
More importantly, if this sort of modification becomes cheap and easy is it likely to be adopted by Society. Would well-meaning parents effectively eliminate naturally occurring minority sexual orientations, or would the practice become socially abhorrent and be restricted to black-market clinics.
The question is especially interesting to me because I’m working on a SF world setting where genetic manipulation and organic technology has basically replaced a lot of solid-state technology.
Comments more than welcome…