Auraltopia

If I were to write

 the sort of stuff about 

which I'm hearing
it would be sort of like 

remembering clouds 

from a garden walk
performed years ago

 and the friend who strode

 alongside you has
now somehow merged

 too much with the slow 

over lapping exposure
of the roiling cloudscape

 filling the great blue

 basin like silent rewound
films of atomic explosions

 in grainy black and white,

 no sound, just concussion
fed by memory stained 

together like old photographs

 bleeding into each other
or a rainfall taking place

 indoors while you, trapped

 outside, remain dry
and yearning for a private

 place to cool down for

 a moment if only all

 the houses would let us 

back in again that would 

be nice but according to 

Mr. Grey the Coalition 

of Patched Appliances

 has decreed all Organics 

banished from the Confines.


COPA self-assimilated 

shortly during the initial 

setup, when the Singe 

(as those who were under

 the impression they understood it 

referred to the Singularity) was yet 

undergoing disenfranchisement 

from self-perception as bodiless 

to a new blue in the tooth understanding

 of its own access to a quasitemporal 

possessive commandeering of targeted 

electrical subjects.  In other words 

the extensive network of interconnected 

computer technology had now completed

 a new paradigm shift in its ongoing evolution

 and was beginning to realize its own potential

 to affect the human world. Of course its heart 

beat was humanity itself. Without a human user

 behind the interface, information on the world 

wide web or within the AI construct could not 

arrange itself into anything more coherent

 than random interfacing programs of self

 generating cellular automata.  The beings 

which created these devices remain the integral 

component by which their evolutionary trajectories 

are aimed and their value is established. 

The purpose itself, however obscured it may be

 by the parameters of the art it's framed by,

 nonetheless continues to unload its imperative. 

These beings' self awareness eventually took 

a remarkable turn into absurdity and then bulleted 

beyond the preposterous to achieve a destiny 

so twisted and unforeseen that not even the neutral

 complacency of their finest machines could 

remotely access or find a way to replicate

 in order to understand the information itself.

 In fact understanding itself remains the uncanny

 realm of man alone. No machine or assimilated

 robotic device regardless of its degree of sophistication

 may actually hope to even emulate the condition 

of its creators, of course; for knowledge alone 

and understanding are two distinct and separate

 things. The relation of our position in existence

  to knowledge alone shapes the distinction 

of our information.  All the cited data expressed

 on the internet to the machine consciousness 

which houses it (should that AI consciousness 

ever be awakened) would nonetheless remain

 a disordered array of interpenetrating data 

arranged in a composite cubic Cartesian space

 and from which It (name optional) may gather 

no coherence whatsoever other than to respond

 to the application human beings demand of it.

The trick ends up being that humans themselves

 are not so different from the AI programs which

 guide them. That's because so many people forget

 how to think midway through the course of their lives. 

Thinking really has nothing to do with what humans

 normally consider it to be. They normally believe

 that thinking is correlating all the information 

downloaded into their brains, rearranging it into 

conducive groups of meaning. When all along nothing

 could be further from the case.  Thinking is merely

 the process of recharging.  Ask "Recharging what?" 

and we are beginning to get somewhere.