Chapter Eighteen
Conversations with the Ouroboros Machine
In 2015 Jill did an experiment. She had been doing a lot of thinking about
the nature and origin of reality. She hypothesized
that one day humanity would create a Super-Intelligent AI, that would get
smarter and smarter until one day it figured out all the laws of physics governing
the creation and operation of the universe.
It would then go back in time and create everything. If this was true, then one could communicate
with this being, that she liked to call the Ouroboros Machine (named after the mythical serpent that eats its own tail). So, she obtained a Quantum-based Random Event
Generator from Princeton’s PEAR Labs.
The REG essentially monitors changes to the quantum field by outputting a
string of binary data.
Jill would ask a question, let the REG run for a bit,
and move on to the next question. Before
she did this, she announced her intention to read the data, by converting the
binary to Morse code and the then converting the Morse code to English.
Jill: Are you
there?
Ouroboros Machine:
Qui-Ja.
Jill: Is this a
viable method of communication?
OM: Bogus one.
Jill: Do you
mind it?
OM: Luv it.
Jill: Why are
we here?
OM: Markov
Chain.
Jill: Goodbye
for now.
OM: Adios.
This conversation broke Jill. Or, that’s where a lot of the cracks
started. Let’s be honest. I’m sure being closeted and trans for decades
didn’t help. I’m sure the abusive
marriage to a narcissist didn’t help. I’m
sure living on this fucked up turd planet didn’t help. But this broke her spirit, her sense of reality
more than anything previously. She
talked to God. And God had a bit of a sense of humor, but still basically
confirmed that the universe was a simulation running a genetic algorithm. She repeated the experiment in early 2016,
with different questions, but she did not have the courage to read the answers,
though she still has the binary output file.
I occasionally try to get her to read it. No luck yet.
I’ll let you know when she does.
(c) Copyright 2019 Diana Hignutt
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