Sunday, May 31, 2015

My Thoughts on Virtual Reality

     I’ve been thinking about virtual reality for a long time, and the implications of going far with it have really amazed me. Of course there is plenty of talk about the artificial intelligence singularity and quantum computing, but in the steps that lead up to that there is a less-popularly explored topic: the effect of widespread virtual reality.
     Some of my inspiration to start thinking about this topic came from a popular anime called “Sword Art Online”. Throughout the story, the main character plays MMO’s inside huge virtual worlds that have players form all over the real world (but especially Japan). To enter the virtual world, the users put on a “NerveGear” helmet, resembling a motorcycle helmet. It connects to your brain, getting input from your thoughts and projecting to you senses (through your brain). The writer doesn’t explain exactly how the connection works, without any sort of surgery or incision into the brain.

     All of the nervous system in your body runs at one point through your spinal cord up to your brain, so it is plausible that by ‘hacking’ into your upper spinal cord you could interfere directly with the brains interface with your senses. I don’t know exactly how this would work, and its not completely possible with today’s technology, but in my opinion its not too far in the future.
     Already, we are able to sense specific actions of thinking. Recently, the first man to wirelessly control two prosthetic arms with his mind did. Here is the video demonstration of the research at John Hopkins: http://www.popsci.com/world-first-man-controls-two-prosthetic-arms-his-mind. I think that what they accomplished is really amazing, and that it is a huge step in the direction of actual, complete integration of virtual reality, at least technology-wise.

     What I am interested in also is the effects of virtual reality on our society. Let’s say that, at one point, virtual reality is able to hack into your senses and give you the experience of any experience programmed into a computer, things you could have in real life and even imaginary ones you might not even be able to dream of. And it would feel real. The computers by this time could be fast enough, considering the prospects of quantum computing power. Think of the possibilities of virtual reality with this integrative power: you can fly, play MMO’s, live in a completely separate world, eat and taste and feel full with whatever you want, have sex, not sleep, anything you can think of. You are basically having your brain detached from your body and put into a computer, and the computer can feed you input through any of your senses. There is a lot of danger to this. For example, if you play too long, you might starve yourself to death because you could turn off your hunger. Or you could not care about anything in real life, because you can have everything you want in your virtual life.
     The social consequences of this sort of technology are hard to predict, but I do have a few ideas. In ancient times, society’s values were very different. People were highly materialistic, and there were basically the nobility and the aristocracy (in most places. I am making generalizations of course). A specific example is how in Italy (as depicted in many famous paintings) the rich would make themselves fat, physically incapable, and generally pretty stupid, because they didn't have to be. The peasants, on the other hand, desperately needed food, efficiency, and bodily ability. The nobility indulged in pleasure, which is the thing that our bodies and minds have evolved to crave all the time. Why do we want it? Because the drive for it prompts us to put ourselves in such a good position that we don't need ability. People are “lazy” by nature, I think. At least, they want to be, and they put effort in making it easier for them to be. People enjoy vacations and taking breaks, playing games, surfing the internet, being unproductive. But we aren't able to do that indefinitely. In order to sustain ourselves we have to, for example, make money. We have an inherent value (normally) for our reputation and standing in other people’s eyes and our own. We want to look nice, attractive, seem successful and good, to others and much less often to ourselves.
     Not everyone is like the majority of everyone else. Of course there are disorders, and they are “disorders” only because they act out of the range of most people in certain ways. Disordered people seem to think and feel extremely in certain ways. Its considered “extreme” when it starts to interfere with “normal living”. For example, people with OCD are diagnosed because they aren't able to do everything in a normal range of normal tasks because of their compulsions (normal is just subjectively voted upon by high-ranking doctors). Disorders aren't a disability of the brain in all cases, its just that the disordered person has "extreme" thoughts, feelings, and compulsions that interfere too much with their life. In a certain way, they have certain extreme values. In general, disordered people have deviating values and views on the world (usually in specific ways).
     So not everyone follows the general trend of the way that evolution has decided that people should think, there are the variations. And this is as you would expect, if you have a good understanding of the theory of evolution. Perhaps one day certain things we consider disorders now will become the norm, for that difference might be beneficial as our environment and society changes. This hasn’t been predicted to be extremely likely, at least in the near future, because evolution has been extremely slow for the Homo Sapiens Sapiens race. Its been slow because most people have been having kids regardless of whether they are more or less “fit” than the majority of us. The biggest effect that fitness has is on one’s financial position and length of life, rather than the major effect of whether one lives till puberty or not.
     In a future society, where the majority of people can have literally any experience they could want at any free moment they have during the day, what would people value? I am inspired how first-world societies today have responded to overproduction of the necessities: some people are indulgent but everyone agrees that it is bad to be indulgent and limiting your intake and maximizing your output is what’s best to do. People value now more than ever to be physically skinny and sexually appealing. Following fashion is at a height because of the instantaneous availability of the media. We have so much information available that advertisement and the promotion of specific items has become a huge, immensely important industry. I have definitely heard, and likely the reader has as well, that companies pour an insane amount of money into advertisement, both online and on TV. The reader may have also heard the term “native advertisement” (watch this youtube video: Last Week Tonight: Native Advertising) which is in reference mostly to news websites showing advertisements in a way that could confuse you into thinking, at least at a glance, that they are part of the news content itself. The reader must have definitely noticed the rate of improvement in commercial quality over the lifetime of television has skyrocketed exponentially in the last few years. They shoot commercials as well as most cinema now, with the expert camera angles, video editing, and music composed specifically for a 30-60 second slot. Advertisement is important, its growing in many ways, and under capitalism and mostly-free economy, I don't think that it will stop. I think its pretty amazing – ads are turning into an entertainment of its own form. But I can talk about that in another essay, I’m moving aside from my point here.
     So what will people value? I don’t know for sure of course, but I do have some ideas. I think that people will become intensely competitive, because nothing at all usually would take any effort. There will be so many things to do in VR that people will never be bored, but their values will get bored. People are instinctual very social (and again, I’m referencing “people” as the majority of people now, as I observe). Sports involving skill will become popular I think (sports + VR) = esports), because skill is just a matter of time spent practicing it in most cases. For something like a real sport (e.g. basketball, soccer, football, etc.), not only time and effort, but pretty much every part of your life must be affected by and dedicated to your success in that sport, if you are a professional. Most people would like to be really good at something that they do, though many times this conviction is not more than some other things holding them back, and that is why not everyone is the best or tries to be at the things that they do. But there are people that do feel that way, and in the right conditions some of them become world-recognized professionals. In today’s society, however, it takes a lot more to be successful than just being good at what you do. So many things, I cannot possibly explain it all thoroughly. But in VR, things can be different. You can work on your skills practically any time you want, and computer would be tapped in to it all automatically, and it would be easier than ever for employers to find you they are looking for. What exactly will people be doing for a job in VR? I don't know, but the amount of skill that people can acquire in specific fields would be pretty amazing I think, and that would open up a lot of things. People wouldn't have to be well rounded, all they would need is VR and they could specialize in exactly what they are interested in, no matter how specific.
     I know that this sort of reality seems far fetched. Won’t people need to care about their real lives too? I’m sure that they will, and a lot, at the introduction of this sort of technology. But after a time, as the technology integrates into the society and larger populations, things will change. People will become more and more accustomed to VR, apply it to more of their life, and in a long enough time, practically all of their life. I actually don’t really want to use cell phones here as an example, but I will. At first, the technology of the cell phone made it clunky, unconventional, and unpopular. But things moved along. And now most first wold countries are dominated by cell phones and people try more and more to make them useful whenever they can; there’s always “an app for that”.
     When VR becomes like this … and actually cell phones are in no way at their maximum now, with the improvements to computing and all that, cell phones have huge improvements ahead of them in the near future I think. I won’t try to predict them right now, but I am excited for them. And VR will reach past the current position of cell phones as well. Well past it, because I think that VR has an unrivaled potential to integrate with people. Its literally everything that reality is, in its potential height.
     I think that VR will completely change society, in is ultimate integration. It will revolutionize widespread values even more, connect the world in pretty much every way, create an unbelievable amount of opportunities for everything, and even be really fun, the most fun that you can possibly have really. Unless you are intellectual, then it might not be the MOST fun you can have.



- RIIBFEED-

Rabbits

  Once upon a time, there lived two rabbits. They both lived together happily in a trash can in the side-yard of a most beautiful house. The owner was on vacation that week, so their situation was even better.
  The sun was scorching hot the first few days of the week, much to hot to do anything but swim laps in the gargantuan pool in the backyard. The fox from beyond the fence came too. The rabbits especially liked him, because he was so friendly and funny. Whenever the fox came, he brought his gofer pal from the garden across the street. The four knew each other quite well, and they all loved swimming. The fox especially loved pawing the beach ball around in the water. One of the rabbits had a special talent for balancing himself on the top of the beach ball, while it was floating. But the fox would not let him get to hot, being out of the water, the ball would soon be batted out from under the hare.
  Today was a special day. The animals had not gotten together since the 5th of May, two months earlier, when the house-owners had gone to some barbeque until early in the morning. The gofer remembered the nervousness from that time, however.
  It had gotten so later that the animals had all thought that the owners wouldn’t be back until later the next morning, so they had snuck into the house through the slightly-ajar bathroom window to watch scary movies on the television. When they saw the headlights coming up the driveway, they all bolted. The fox even broke that tiny little bathroom window on his way out. He had always had trouble getting through, but had made sure not to have to be rushed. Not that time.
  They all made it out in time, but they had all felt intensely the exhilaration of terror. While resting on the other side of the backyard fence, one rabbit had panted, “Lets next time have a rotating watch”. Everyone agreed eagerly.
  But, today, this week, was different. The rabbits had overheard a conversation through the kitchen window, which was above the trash cans, all about the owner-family’s plans for a getaway. The rabbits had eavesdropped with uncontained excitement, they had only had a chance like this once before. And that was a long time ago, before they leaned how to take advantage of it. Now they knew. It was going to be amazing.
  Usually, the gofer had a hard time swimming, so he often blew up a little floatie to paddle around on. No one made fun of him for it, he was the smallest of everyone because he was a gofer, and that wasn’t his fault. He happened to be incredible fast, also. He would splash one of the rabbits a few times, then skim his floatie across the water to the other side of the pool, squealing in the delight as his victim chased futily.
  The animals had the time of their lives all week together. They knew the owners had planned to return on the Monday, so they decided to have a special celebration on Sunday night. A rabbit and the gofer infiltrated the house and brought out the finest champagne in the cellar (the finest, that is, that they could safely reach). The fox popped the corks with his fangs, and the other rabbit remembered to run and grab the fancy wine-glasses that were stashed above the kitchen stove.
  “To us! And to a perfect summer’s week among friends!” toasted one rabbit. The rest smiled in contentment, cheered, clicked ostentatiously, and downed their sparkly beverage. They stayed up all night remembering the best memories of the week. They remembered how they had each met each other. They appreciated how this house was such a blessing to them. They marveled at how lucky they were to be able to experience such good times, together. They wouldn’t rather be with any other animals
  Too soon the first rays of dawn breached the cracks of the tall wooded fence. It was time to say goodbye. No one had gotten any sleep that last night, and none of them could be more glad. The fox jumped the fence. The gofer squeezed under the gate in the side yard. And finally the rabbits took refuge in the recycling been, for the family always seemed to have a load of trash to dump whenever they came back from anywhere. They soon fell asleep, nestled in newspaper. It was the best kind of sleep, knowing that they were exhausted from enjoyment among friends, and resting up for another chance, as soon as they could take it.

Rainbow Ship

     Wow look at me, flying on a rainbow ship. This must be a dream or something, there’s no such thing as a rainbow ship. What is this thing anyway, what the hell is a rainbow ship. It’s a ship shaped like a rainbow. Ha. This ship is definitely not a rainbow ship then.

     Its colored like a rainbow though, all around. Its got red, orange, yellow, and yeah, everything else. Just like a rainbow. Its going pretty fast too, almost straight up. But it seems to be curving a little, like we just did a take off and now we are leveling off. But what do I know, I’ve never been in a rainbow ship. This is kind of fun though, even if it’s just a dream. The rainbow ship is going faster than I’ve ever gone, and the wind is incredible. But also silent, how can that be?

     Maybe I’m inside? Is there some sort of glass covering the cockpit I’m in? I don’t know, let me see, hm, nope. No glass, the wind is just silent here. Just me and my thoughts. Except the wind does hurt quite a bit, its really strong, whipping me around, but it’s consistent at least. Always coming from right in front of me, where the rainbow ship is going. Where is this thing going?

     And cockpit too? Am I in control then? There aren’t any steering wheels or knobs or whatever, how weird. There’s just a nice comfy chair that I’m sitting in. And its rainbow colored, of course. Why not. The rest of the inside of the ship is all rainbows. Rainbows, rainbows, rainbows. I must be pretty crazy to be having this dream, to think all of this up.

     But not much is happening. Its just quiet. It’s actually pretty nice sitting here, enjoying the blizzard in my face and the empty silence of the universe. Relaxing. And mesmerizing. For some reason I don’t want to think, I want to just keep being here with nothing changing. Why do I want that. What the hell, dream. Why is my mind telling me this. Is it my mind? Maybe this is real. Why not.

     Actually something has changed, the ship is traveling almost perfectly horizontally now, whereas before it was vertically. I guess the ship must have been leveling of for a while now, in a big arc. I don’t know how long I’ve been going for, it seems like forever. I can’t remember when I started, if I started.

     Oh, ha, I get it. It’s a rainbow. A big rainbow, ha. Looking behind me… yeah there’s the rainbow. I’m leaving this big rainbow behind me. I mean, the rainbow ship is. I’m not really doing anything. I’m just stupidly sitting here because there’s not a lot I can do. I could jump out. Fun. I could keep sitting. Yeah, I’ll do that. This is just a dream, I should enjoy it.

     I’m the rainbow god! I get it now! I’m the god of rainbows and I fly my ship super fast over the spot where a rainbow should be, and I make one. Duh, why didn’t I think of that before, it makes perfect sense. I wonder if I have rainbow powers. Can I shoot rainbows? Can I eat rainbows?

     Ok this is getting pretty boring, how long is this dream, brain. I need to get up at some point so that I can go do stuff. You know, you’re my brain. So please can I get off now. This rainbow ship has been great and all, but seriously, I need to go. There’s no controls at all on this ship. What the hell. Why am I freaking out? This is just a dream, calm down. It will be over when it’s over.

     But it just really scares me, the ship is pointing down now. I feel like it’s going faster too. Too fast. Way too fast. And down even more. I feel sick. Are we going to eventually be doing straight down? This fast? We are going even faster than I could fall I think. I feel weightless. This is not good, where am I going where am I going. That nice little patch of green down there? Right into it? Please tell me, please tell me what’s going to happen rainbow ship.

SH

(reader's digression is advised; this is a rated R article)

S.H.

It is late at night and I am sitting in the bathtub. Its been a long day, too long. My friends hate me, and I know why. Its me, they hate ME. They like each other, other people like them, they have fun, and the hate ME. They talk behind my back, they lie about the personal things I tell them. They don’t trust me with anything but giving them fuel for their mocking fire. How are they my friends? How do I still hang out with them? I do because they are my group, I belong with them, I can’t just leave. I’ve been with them forever, we’ve all been best buddies since 6th grade.
I’m crying, I remember back then, I think of them as the good old days. Fuck why are they gone! Why did I have to change! Why did they have to change! Did I even change or was it just them? Everyone always had other friends other than just among our group, even though we were all best friends to each other. I only had one friend outside the group, because he was younger than us all by four years. He is really cool, and talented, and smart. He always likes to show me things that he makes or learns. I love listening to him, he is so immature but so playful. He makes me laugh with his anger, annoyance, happiness, and realization. He is like a cartoon to me, but a cartoon I care about. I spend time with him every Wednesday at the library after school, and we always have the best time. I love Wednesdays. Is that depressing? That the best part of my week is when I get to spend two hours with some little kid? No, that’s not what its like, that’s just what my friends say. They’re wrong.
I care about him because he’s a true friend, and also someone I AM able to help. No one else needs me or appreciates me, but he does. I almost feel suicidal right now, but then there’s my little boy that needs me. He cares about me too. Whenever I’m down, he makes me laugh, he makes me feel warm and full inside. It doesn’t matter that what we do is so trivial, but it matters more than anything that we have fun. And we do.
Why do I only have one friend like that? Should I only have one friend like that? I wish I had someone in school with me I could talk to like I talk to him. But that would be weird, even the friends I have now would ostracize me. That would be devastating, I need him but I can’t have only him. I need other people too, their attention. I need them to know me and still be my friends. Yeah even though they torture me, make fun of me, hate me. They are my only friends, I need a group, my own age.
If I had a friend like Jacob who was my age, I would undoubtedly have a huge crush on him. He would be so cute and he would care about me, do things for me. And I would care about him, and it would be mutual. Oh I wish that, can I have it? No, of course not, there’s no one that’s just going to care about me like that and then love me. Jacob does because he’s a little kid, little kids are like that. He‘s just a little kid. What does that change? It means we aren’t romantic, it means I can’t talk to him about certain things, certain thoughts, and certain urges. It mean, I have to keep it PG around him, and that’s not a problem. He’s a good kid and I don’t have to try to even censor my thoughts around him, he emanates innocence and optimism, I love being around him. Hearing him talk is like getting a hug. It always makes me want to cry, but I don’t because I’m with him and he would ask what’s wrong.
I can’t tell him everything, so who do I tell? Why do I have to tell anyone at all? Because I always have to tell someone. The bath is pretty cold, and I’ve taken off all my clothes, so I shudder. My body is pretty skinny, and no wonder, I haven’t had the biggest appetite lately. Why? Because eating makes me sick, I’m so empty it hurts to be full in any way. I have to be as far away from that as possible. Maybe I can make them pity me if I look sickly. But I do look sickly, I am so weak, why don’t they pity me. Why do they keep bullying me, torturing me. Its hell, and I’m enduring it. Why am I enduring it.
Well actually, I don’t have to. There’s my Swiss army knife, I got it from my Dad in … the good old days. We went on family camping trips a lot, a Swiss army knife’s got it all. Corkscrew, bottle opener, scissors, large blade, small blade, wrench, screw driver, saw, eyeglass repair tools, toothpick, its amazing. When I got it I was so happy, I could imagine myself living out in the wilderness all by myself, living off the land. I didn’t need anyone but me and my tools. How could I ever even think that?
I am so anxious around other people, but I need them. It hurts when they target me, but it would feel worse if I was ignored. I need to be there, but now I am in solitude. I can hear my breath, its pretty slow. Too slow? I don’t know, I could take my pulse again but it probably hasn’t changed. My mind isn’t racing, I’m just relaxing here in the tub. I think its 1 AM right now. In the good old days I would go to sleep at 9. Now I don’t sleep, I just lay in bed. But I got over that. Now I lay in here.
The bath is perfect, it leaves nothing behind. I can do what I want in here. I’ve got my Swiss army knife. I’ve never used anything but the blades, actually I have used the corkscrew, just not to draw blood. Just to prick.
Outside I can here the wind, its soft and comes in waves. Exactly like waves. I lie for another ten minutes and listen. The wind comes around almost at exact intervals. How weird, I never noticed that. How does it do that? Its never done that. Or maybe I just never listened.
I don’t want to listen, I realize. The wind is fine, but I don’t want to sense anything anymore. There’s always death, but I, I don’t know. That’s so permanent, I mean, things could change and Id be throwing that chance away. I just want to be done with now, oh god please. Make me fast forward to adult life when I can live the way I want. This isn’t what I want? Is there really nothing I can do about where I am now? Am I helpless to suffer, or can I help myself? I can, but I don’t. I guess I must want this, because I choose this. My arms are so pale.
I’m completely undressed, and the air in the room is cold. The heater comes on at night around 10 and turns off around now. I should have come to the bathroom earlier, but I guess my parents were still up watching TV. They do that sometimes, its annoying. I can’t risk them getting up and coming over to use this room for what its for. I remember that time when I was in here, and my mom got up in the middle of the night. I was in the tub, luckily with the curtains drawn. I held my breath for at least 4 minutes while she did her business. I was so scared. If she opened the curtains and saw me, with my knife, with my arm and leg, hell would happen. Hell would happen. I know it, I just know it.
So they care about me. Do they? Or is that their job, am I’m just their legacy. I’m an only child, so I’m their combined legacy. Its all up to me, right? And look how I’m turning out… They don’t give me love, they are just concerned about me like I was a pet. If they left me at home alone for a day without telling me, they wouldn’t be guilty. If they forgot to feed me a meal they wouldn’t feel guilty. If I complain about anything, they are furious, I become terribly ungrateful and undeserving. But I am, I don’t appreciate them for all they give me. I don’t want their love, but they don’t want to give it to me, and that hurts me. I don’t get to deny anyone anything. I don’t have anything.
Its dark, but I have a soft light on, I always do that. Its time now, I don’t feel like thinking anymore, it just makes me sad. I’ve stopped crying, I was only crying a little. I can’t cry a lot anymore, I guess I just don’t have any tears left or something. I’ll use the small blade tonight, at least, first tonight. I like it the best because it can go deep without going through a lot of skin. Its weird, sometimes I like the skin part, and then other times I like the inside part. It makes me feel weird thinking about that. Not exactly excited, I’m definitely scared, but expectant. I want what I’m going to feel, even if its not a good feeling. What defines a good feeling? I guess I just know, I mean, I do know pain is bad.
I have a lot of scars on my left arm, that’s what I do the most. Then there are a few on my left thigh, I hate looking at myself there though. I do now. I look pretty skinny, I’ve got that thigh gap everyone wants so bad. I am sickly, but that’s ok, right, that’s what I want. Is everything I want ok then? Is that how it works?
Mostly on the inside of my leg there. I can see my bone, not just at the knee. It kind of thrills me, wow I’m almost dead. How close am I? Will I ever know for sure? Sometimes I think of what would happen if someone found all my scars, and how obviously they were made, as I try to hide them. For some reason when I think of that, they smile when they see them, like my having them was what they wanted all along.
I’m doing my arm now. There’s the skin part. I sometimes file along the same place for a bit, just to get the feeling to last long. Ah. Sometimes I push down and there’s almost a crack of release as I go through the skin right down to something that stops it. Ah. Pain. That’s all I’m thinking, just think it, pain. Nothing to distract me from the pain. When other people feel pain they think… pain pain pain. Ow ow ow, that really hurts. That hurts more than usual actually. Wow I must have hit a vein or something now it’s really flowing. I’m in the tub though, its ok. Its getting a little on my belly, that’s ok, I watch it drip down along me to my pelvis, and drip down there between my legs then to the bath’s cold white surface, where is drips under me, and I can feel my butt getting a little wet. The blood isn’t warm, it isn’t cold. It’s me, its my temperature. Its weird, I think it should feel warm. It feels good. It’s wet, and sticky, but smooth and flowing. I lick just a little bit. That saltiness wow, that’s something. It tastes like what metal extract would taste like, copper or something. Salty copper, like a penny on the bottom of the ocean. Ow, its hurting a lot now, I think I went a little too wide maybe, I don’t know. What am I, an expert. No, part of this thrill I’m getting is the risk I’m taking right now. Risking what?
Go a little deeper, yeah. I can feel something inside my arm. I scrape that tip of the blade over it, and cut something. I feel it cut. Ow, ow, ow, ow that fucking burns. Ow. I’m getting another gush, my tummy has a little pool now almost. It this what a dead person looks like? Is this what a dead person should look like?
This is bad, this is really bad. I don’t think I’ve seen this much of my blood before. I look at my arm again. The cut I made looks really long, a lot longer than it did when I cut. What did I do? Did I slip again? But I would feel that, I would know. Then I see it, the knife is in my leg, I dropped it. The short blade must be at least half its length in. Ow, that looks painful. But I didn’t feel it at all. Why didn’t I feel it? Because I wasn’t looking? Is that it? Now I feel it, oh fucking god…
The knife is bending to the side a little because of the weight of the heavy handle, and that’s what makes it burn the most. I pull it out, slowly. Ow, ow, ow that’s a lot of blood. Too much blood this is not good this is not good. I close the knife and put it down. Damn, I forgot to clean it! But I have to do something about my leg now.
The gash is in my upper left thigh, were only one other scar is near. This one is really going to leave a scar. And it hurts like a dog is tearing at it, shoving needles in it. I grab my leg suddenly, I cant help it. I try to suffocate its blood, but I don’t, it just waterfalls more, especially when I squeeze tighter. What do I do? What do I fucking do?
I’m really wet between the legs and under me now, this is such a weird feeling. Its almost, good? I just hold on, there’s nothing else to think about right? I’ll just sit here and be occupied like a good little girl. But it hurts so fucking much, its evil how this burns me. Now I’m wet in the face too, and it’s hard to breath, I hear a weird noise. Me, moaning. That’s not weird, it’s in place, it just seems … like its not coming from me. The pain isn’t coming from my body. My mind isn’t behind my face. I just hear that, feel that, see that, it’s not me, it’s just… something. But I’m here somewhere, don’t think too hard, let it be. Just let things be

Just shhhhhhhhhh




S.H. (self harm)




- RIIBFEED-

Atop Guardian

     I was exiled from the kingdom of Kjeldoran four weeks ago. Its been a long month, but I don’t wish to dwell on the hardships that I have faced so far, setting up my camp here in Guardian Mountain. But I remember still so vividly the land behind me, my home, Kjeldoran. I mention here as if it was a distant foreigner, which I have but minimal connections with, but that is the furthest from the truth.

     Kjeldoran was my kingdom, and I one of its two once-mighty princes. The castle in which I resided was at its peak twenty stories high. My bedroom had been at the twentieth story of the that highest tower, at my request. I loved the view. The capital city, where the castle was, was two-thousand acres, but even at that sizes I could still see the mountains in the distance. I remember one of those mountains being where I am now, the Guardian. Also in the city, I could see the church steeples, the school bells, the hospital roofs, the tall, blockish hostesses, and of course the many farm fields at the base of Guardian.

     Religion is critically important to each true Kjeldoranite. And in religion, the main focus is Boros, the Giver of Life. The Giver is the giver of everything, everything is from the Giver. He also is the giver of reason, which he has for all of his actions and everyone’s actions. Us Kjeldoran’s take that the closest to heart. Reason is the primary meaning behind all of Boros’s gifts, and we must find it. There are priests that work tremendously on determining the meaning of all gifts, and they are highly prized by the royalty in the capital especially. They live in the churches and feel strongly about their work; they have been given special ability to understand the world, this world that is given to us.

     The seasons seem to repeat, as is confirmed by the priests, so special days must also repeat each year: our holidays. The most celebrated holiday is Capital Day, where everyone travels to the outskirts of the city. There, the King hosts a fabulous party, with prized food, several popular sport games, and much gathering and celebrating. Residents from far parts of the city meet and appreciate that we all have the capital for ourselves. The day marks the day of the year when the first Kjeldoranites planted the white and red flag in the soil of the Guarded Valley. That was 400 years ago, but we all must give thanks for that wonderful event, its what all of our happiness relies upon – the fact that that event has happened. Though it may have happened on a different day, it happened on Capital Day for a reason of Boros, which makes that day the most special of all. After the festival, everyone returns to the city, which is deserted. It reminds everyone we are just as much a part of the city as the buildings and castle are. It is everyone’s duty to keep the peace and the happiness of all.

     There is also Victory Day, which marks the day that Kjeldoran defeated the terrible barbarians of the south. They had been a consistent problem previous to the first Victory Day, the original Victory Day. But the threat of the barbarians united Kjeldoran together, and ended their civil conflicts of the fifth king. In retrospect, the barbarians saved Kjeldoran, so for Victory Day all the citizens of Kjeldoran donate a morsel of food they make themselves to the steps of the castle. Then, a gargantuan wheelbarrow is drawn by horses to the top of the valley, where one of the outlooks of the barbarians is stationed. There is always a crowd of barbarians at the post each victory day, and they happily accept the treasures.

     The people of Kjeldoran are all very fair-minded and pleasant. They wish to hold the peace for everyone, and because they know that everything that happens has a reason, they are never disappointed and or regretful. But what got in my way was emotions. I wanted something that I shouldn't have wanted, something I couldn't have. But I went after it anyway. Why? Well, I thought that there was some reason for my wanting. Maybe there was, maybe I’m just not meant to be in Kjeldoran, maybe I have some purpose here on Guardian. I may never know what I am to do or why, but I will do it, and I know then I will be happy. Unlike now lol.

-RIIBFEED-

A Wave of Atoms: Bose-Einstein Condensate



     For many decades now, experts in the field of seemingly ever-speculating theoretical physics expected the existence of a kind of matter that was a combination of wave and particle. Subatomic physicists had already observed the strange behavior of electrons, and how they seemed to exist rather in clouds of probability rather than at individual points, like normal particles, however an entire substance maintaining a wave-particle like form was unheard of (Electrons Act Like Waves). The theorists dubbed their conjectured state “Bose-Einstein condensate”. Eventually, as its history will tell, the Bose-Einstein condensate was yielded from experiment, inspiring scientists all over the world to hypothesize for new experiments and applications for the now-proven state of matter, though currently its existential conditions are arduous. From its theoretical beginnings to the perhaps near future, the Bose-Einstein condensate has intrigued research and always foretold great possibility.

     The story of this unfathomably unusual state begins with the rising academic and scientist Satyendra Nath Bose. Bose was born in 1894 in Calcutta, India, to a family of seven children. He efforts in academia, from an early age, ascended him to Presidency College in India, where he completed his first degree, in Mixed Mathematics. Two years later, in 1915, he earned Master of Science, of the same subject, in Calcutta University. He performed so well that to this day, his scores on the exams have not been surpassed. In 1921 Bose joined the department of physics in Dhaka University. After establishing several new departments, he wrote a paper deriving Planck’s quantum radiation law in 1924. Bose was already aquatinted with Einstein’s theories and person, so he mailed his paper to Albert who took interest immediately and published it there in Germany. Eventually, Bose was invited to work in X-ray and crystallography labs in Europe. Together, they developed the idea of extending Bose’s ideas about electron’s quantum properties to atoms, the initial prediction of a Bose-Einstein condensate. Essentially, if it was possible to slow the movement of individual atoms enough, they would act display quantum and electron-like Much research into quantum mechanics and subatomic physics was yet to be done at the time, but the notion was not lost (Satyendra Nath Bose Biography).






     Finally, in 1995, Carl Wieman, Eric Cornell, and a group of collaborators proved the existence of the Bose-Einstein condensate. Through the advanced technique of magneto-optical trapping, the scientists were able to create a fleeting instance of Bose-Einstein condensation with a sample of Rubidium-87 atoms (their apparatus is diagrammed in Figure 1). The condensate was illuminated with a laser to illustrate the velocity distribution of atoms in the rubidium cloud, as shown in Figure 2. At last, the world of physics and chemistry could agree that atoms themselves could be induced into quantum confusion, proven by maybe the first instance of the state ever occurring in our universe (The Discovery of Bose-Einstein Condensation: Confirmation After 70 Years).






     When Einstein first contemplated the prospect of an electron having a position in space only as a probability, he famously stated “God does not play dice” (Why did Einstein say 'God doesn't play dice’?). This, it seems, does not only turn out to be the case with electrons after all, but also with atoms when they reach a critical temperature. The atoms’ energy has to be so low, however, that it hovers only 1.7 × 10−7 K higher that absolute 0 (which has never been reached) in the case of the Rubidium that Wieman and Cornell used (Perkowitz). To understand why this occurs, one must be familiar with boson and fermions.

     All subatomic particles, as Bose observed during his research in 1924, fall into one of two categories: those with integer quantum spin numbers and those with odd, half-integer quantum spin numbers; photons, having the integer spin of 1 are bosons and electrons, having a spin of 1/2, are fermions. The Pauli Exclusion Principle dictates additionally that all fermions repel one another, reflected in the fact that all electrons have different quantum numbers (e.g. energy level). Bosons, on the other hand, don’t have any restrictions on the proximity of them that can occupy the same quantum properties. Therefor, if a group of even-spinning “bosonic” atoms are set to the same energy level, they will share a quantum state and act as a “wave” of atoms. (Perkowitz)

     As a collective mass of quantum state, these atoms have shown to display a few important quantum properties. Firstly, the Bose-Einstein condensate acts much like a light wave of photons; Bose-Einstein condensates enact quantum interference on each other. Quantum interference is when the delocalization of particles in something lets the particles interact with everywhere they have a probability of being, as can be shown by a detection of a greater amount of particles in an area where two “spheres” of probable existence for two samples overlap. Another property is quantum tunneling – a small amount of a Bose-Einstein condensate may travel across a barrier uncrossable by a normal particle. A third fascinating ability of this type of condensate is to exhibit a Josephson Effect. The Josephson Effect is simply the quantum tunneling between two substances, creating a “weak link” between them (What are the properties of a Bose Einstein Condensate?). Finally the very-likely most curious of all its traits is a Bose-Einstein condensate’s slowing of light passing through it (Physicists Slow Speed of Light). Through all of these properties previously so hard to experiment with – they were confined to tiny subatomic particles. Bose-Einstein condensates prove particularly interesting for they not only occur in larger, more-workable forms, but also under potentially more-accessible conditions. (What are the properties of a Bose Einstein Condensate?)

     Rising in the field of both theoretical and applied quantum physics is the concept now construction of the quantum computer. A quantum computer uses quantum bits (qbits) to do computations, letting the machine process all different pathways of logic almost instantly. Currently, primitive quantum computers can operate in strict vacuums at near-0K temperatures, but Bose-Einstein condensates propose alternatives. A Bose-Einstein condensate can be created at room temperature, as scientists in IBM’s Binnig and Rohrer Nano Center have done, using cooling with laser and mirrors; the condensate lasted only a few seconds but more enduring methods are already being tested. (Bose-Einstein condensate Made at Room Temperature for First Time).

     Quantum computers using qbits made of Bose-Einstein condensates can make use of the Josephson Effect to transmit quantum information, across thin barriers, between themselves. This is an extremely efficient and convenient way for quantum computers function for it keeps the qbits in isolation but allows communication between them with minimal interference and information-loss (Bose-Einstein condensate Made at Room Temperature for First Time). A future quantum computer that conducted on laser-induced Bose-Einstein condensate qbits would be able to be used to room temperature and within a reasonably small machine, for large the large sensor devices needed to detect minuscule quantum fluctuations in subatomic systems would not be needed for molecule-sized Bose-Einstein condensates.

     For 70 years the mystical Bose-Einstein condensate subsisted solely in theory, but now science has more than proved its existence, it has brought it into the everyday 25ยบ room environment. The future promises much in the way of uses, but the Bose-Einstein condensate also opens the door to new pathways of speculation and theory that were the myths of myths just a decade ago, and some of those doors are even being opened today. Superfluids, of which a Bose-Einstein condensate is a type, also contain types of fermions that create pairs in order to overcome their natural aversions. Superconductivity, a phenomenon of 0-resistance electrical-conductivity in a substance first recorded in 1911 by Heike Kamerlingh Onnes, is now recognized as linked to larger principals of quantum physics like SQUIDS and the Josephson Effect (The History of Superconductors). One day, impossibly fast quantum computers and ultra-sensitive Bose-Einstein condensate-laser sensors to go along with them may be produced – the world of materials and machines will have advanced in bounds, all because of the theory on and the material itself of the Bose-Einstein condensate.

Liquorice (different from Licorice)

Liquorice Candy:


It comes in many different but surely familiar sizes, shapes and colors. Licorice beans, twists, tubes, sticks, flavorings, chews, nibs, ropes, long ropes, strings, squares, syrups, mints, gummies, coins, drops, rolls, squares, patties, swirls, rounds, balls, chews, and more and more even. Most people vaguely know that licorice is flavored from the dried black root of "Glycyrrhiza glabra", but where exactly was the flavor discovered and exploited?
The answer is the Netherlands, and it is now extremely popular in some countries surrounding the area. Specifically I mean the Nordic counties. But when Liquorice came to the US and was popularized, it became patriotic and red. Sugar was added of course, and then inevitably liquorice confectionary itself was removed. Popularity in America for a sweet, bring treat forced away the deeper flavor of actual liquorice; Licorice (think red vines) was born.

I personally really like actual liquorice. The biggest part of it I find is changing my expectations of what to get from a taste. If you are expecting a burst of sugary pop, you will be disappointed and dissatisfied. But if you are ready for the depth and savory rubberiness of authentic liquorice flavor, maybe it won't turn to be as bad as you popularizationaly thought it would be.


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