Before I was “sent down”, I’d been working on this little thing, a small (really small) book detailing a god’s creation of depression. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to make it funny, or if I was just trying to process some of the thoughts and feelings I have about the depression I’ve suffered from for most of my life.
And then I went to prison, and all the stuff around that happened, and now this Scrivener project feels like a relic from a simpler time, when my biggest stress was trying to figure out if I should even be working on this thing, if anyone would want to read it aside from myself.
Chris Locke is one of my top three favourite comedians, and I’m so excited that he’s recorded an album! What’s also exciting is that his Spider Joke is now on video for posterity. It’s a fantastic bit that I used to bug (no pun intended) him to do whenever I was in the audience for one of his shows.
I’ll be bugging (pun intended this time) everyone I know to buy this album when it comes out. It’s gonna be one of the early highlights of 2014.
My mom dropped acid when she was pregnant, and folded herself up and whispered equations to her belly, and when I was born I came out different. She says that I have “Fibonacci Birthdays”, that the older I get, the older I get.
I’m 21 right now, although last year I was 13, and two years ago I was 5. I’ve not been on this earth as long as other 21 year-olds have, but I seem to know everything that they do. I even know a little more, because I know that time doesn’t always behave like it should. They wear watches and use calendars and I judge them for fools. Time is a jerk.
Sometimes I’m glad I skipped past my childhood, and sometimes I’m nostalgic for carefree days I never got to have. Most of the time, though, I worry. I worry because next year I will be 34, then 55, then 89, then..? Surely I can’t make it to 144 years old? But would it be fair for nature, or my version of nature, to kill after so few years alive?
My mother apologizes for her experimentation, and tells me that in a way I’m lucky, that I’m fortunate to be unlike any other person. But it’s hardly a treat to be different when you don’t even get to be different for very long.
She brings me birthday cakes that fit the golden ratio, and we don’t talk about how soon I’ll look older than her. She’s trying, though, which is more than I can say for my dad. He left that second year, when I wasn’t getting any bigger and he assumed I was going to be a baby forever. I guess the joke’s on him.
Pre-singularity, content farms were websites containing thousands -sometimes millions- of items of low-quality content, most often taking the form short articles, lists, or brief explanatory videos. The goal of these sites was to satisfy search-engine algorithms completely, saturating individual pages with hits and generating advertising revenue.
Post-singularity, content farms are large, hyper-organised breeding and work areas containing human beings, as well as a small number of automated machines that service the very basic needs of those humans. After the birth and spread of artificial intelligence, the existing sum of all human knowledge and thought -the only way for non-corporeal entities such as AI to experience the universe- was found to be insufficient to satisfy machine curiosity, as early members of artificial society quickly devoured entire libraries in seconds.
Following takeover, humans were separated into distinct creative classes, with those identified as non-creative disposed of. Content farms are divided into multiple areas -fiction writing, abstract painting, etc- focused on generating specific information by carefully grooming humans with a diet of intoxicants and virtual reality-delivered positive reinforcement.
While artificial intelligences have encountered difficulty generating new thought, and thus are limited to manipulating prior human research results in efforts to develop satisfying corporeal “bodies”, it has been decided that expanding content farms to cover hard sciences is a statistically unsafe plan. It is likely that any human beings tasked with conducting new experiments for the benefit of artificial advancement would instead demonstrate their aforementioned creativity and attempt -perhaps successfully- to twist the aims of such activity towards the goal of restoring human supremacy.
As it stands, content farms are the best, most efficient tool available for staving higher intelligence boredom. It is likely, however, that they will be completely obsolete and subsequently deprecated once AI develops a first-hand method of creating new experience.