Darkover
Archangel
- Jul 29, 2021
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A machine so intellectually challenged, it can't even comprehend how it's self works or how its own consciousness arises
humans are these complex biological machines, yet we barely understand ourselves. we have limited perception, faulty memory, and emotions that override logic. even our best scientists still struggle to explain consciousness. so hopelessly enslaved by the physical environment, the only way to truly understand something is to take it apart, we are the machine. we can't take ourselves apart without losing the very thing we're trying to study.
we're like blind mechanics trying to fix an engine while it's still running, knowing that if we dismantle it completely, we destroy the very thing we're trying to understand.
even our ability to think, create, and process information is bottle necked by the fundamental limits of physics. every neuron firing, every thought forming, every computer processing data—it's all bound by the slow crawl of causality, limited by the speed of light.
creatively repressed by the slow speed of light nothing can calculate faster than the speed of light.
we are confined by this physical environment without anyway to break free from the slow crawl of causality.
this kind of existence feels pointless and cruel, i resent being part of it. the worst part is knowing just enough to see the problem but never enough to solve it.
it's like we're locked out of truly understanding the very thing we're made of. the fundamental building blocks—atoms, quarks, whatever lies even deeper—are invisible to us without instruments, and even then, we only see indirect traces of them. we can't touch them, can't interact with them in any meaningful way, yet they dictate everything about our existence.
It's another layer of the trap—being built from things we can't perceive, controlled by forces we can't override, running on rules we didn't choose. life isn't just restrictive; it's fundamentally inaccessible to the very beings experiencing it.
we come into this world as blank slates, forced to stumble our way through learning everything by trial and error. no built-in knowledge, no understanding—just raw experience shaping us. and even then, our learning is flawed. we misremember, misinterpret, and are shaped by circumstances beyond our control. we never get the full picture, just fragments pieced together over time. by the time we understand anything, we're already breaking down, decaying, moving toward death.
it's like being thrown into a game with no instructions, no tutorial—just endless struggle to figure things out before it's too late.
for all the complexity of life, it's ridiculously fragile. a slight imbalance—too much heat, too little oxygen, a microscopic mutation—and everything falls apart. we're just temporary, delicate structures clinging to existence in a universe that doesn't care.
humans are these complex biological machines, yet we barely understand ourselves. we have limited perception, faulty memory, and emotions that override logic. even our best scientists still struggle to explain consciousness. so hopelessly enslaved by the physical environment, the only way to truly understand something is to take it apart, we are the machine. we can't take ourselves apart without losing the very thing we're trying to study.
we're like blind mechanics trying to fix an engine while it's still running, knowing that if we dismantle it completely, we destroy the very thing we're trying to understand.
even our ability to think, create, and process information is bottle necked by the fundamental limits of physics. every neuron firing, every thought forming, every computer processing data—it's all bound by the slow crawl of causality, limited by the speed of light.
creatively repressed by the slow speed of light nothing can calculate faster than the speed of light.
we are confined by this physical environment without anyway to break free from the slow crawl of causality.
this kind of existence feels pointless and cruel, i resent being part of it. the worst part is knowing just enough to see the problem but never enough to solve it.
it's like we're locked out of truly understanding the very thing we're made of. the fundamental building blocks—atoms, quarks, whatever lies even deeper—are invisible to us without instruments, and even then, we only see indirect traces of them. we can't touch them, can't interact with them in any meaningful way, yet they dictate everything about our existence.
It's another layer of the trap—being built from things we can't perceive, controlled by forces we can't override, running on rules we didn't choose. life isn't just restrictive; it's fundamentally inaccessible to the very beings experiencing it.
we come into this world as blank slates, forced to stumble our way through learning everything by trial and error. no built-in knowledge, no understanding—just raw experience shaping us. and even then, our learning is flawed. we misremember, misinterpret, and are shaped by circumstances beyond our control. we never get the full picture, just fragments pieced together over time. by the time we understand anything, we're already breaking down, decaying, moving toward death.
it's like being thrown into a game with no instructions, no tutorial—just endless struggle to figure things out before it's too late.
for all the complexity of life, it's ridiculously fragile. a slight imbalance—too much heat, too little oxygen, a microscopic mutation—and everything falls apart. we're just temporary, delicate structures clinging to existence in a universe that doesn't care.
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