Reported by nytimes.com, Leonard Nimoy, Spock, dead today at the age of 83. This is a sad day for all who knew him, and all who followed him.
Ok, I got dragged into this weird phenomenon of the Dress and what color it is. I saw it on a cell phone from a co-worker that showed be a distinctly Blue and Black dress. But every image I’ve seen everywhere else is showing me white and gold.
The guys at iflscience.com have AN answer.
I was thinking about ideas for articles to write. I need to write some big articles for everything. Also need to work on some storytelling. I have some story ideas to work on. Still need to get some thought going.
ruSo I have been rebuilding all of my sites since I got hit by an exploit in Drupal. I’m still rebuilding the DS sites in whole at the moment due to this,. Unfortunately had to finally accept that my preferred method of keeping stories together was just going to fail forever so I have stopped using the core Book module. I’m having to use Entity References in order to pull off what I was doing with ease using Book Module, but will hopefully get other things I couldn’t do done much easier.
Hopefully, I’m still trying to reach feature parity with Book module and the old DS user content management features.
This also requires work towards fixing certain issues with the site over time I hope. An associate has agreed to help on Editing and fixing connections, and I could use some help from anyone willing to take on the mark of Editor.
This allows me some time to work on the structures as well as the content as I go along. I just don’t know what to do.
For centuries we have asked ourselves the question, what makes us different from animals. Some would say intellect, however any creature can learn. It doesn’t have to be complex mathematical constructs or advanced theoretical concepts. If the ability to have some kind of intelligence is a factor, then anything that can learn how to use what it has to get a decent meal is at the same level as an Astrophysicist. Some said there was no difference, that there was only this reality. That humanity was in fact a beast without the same connection to the universe as the rest of the animal kingdom.
They would point to the theory of evolution, and then instead of asking how to push humanity, or any species forward along a path set by us to be unethical. Genetically engineering out the flaws in species to ensure their survival was wrong. And yet allowing evolution to justify their extinction was also railed against. The concept that only those who can adapt should survive was never seriously considered. And so we did our best to preserve the various forms of life on our world. We didn’t force them to evolve, nor did we simply record their passing as if it was their failure.
With time, we developed a way to leave our home world behind, and turned our view to the stars. And as with the sailing vessels of old naturalists were employed for the flight. We hoped to find so much life out in the greater universe to observe, and preserve. It seemed ingrained in us to find ways for us to adapt to their worlds while not preventing the life we found to function. It was an interesting time. We never found any with the same kind of intellect that we had. Strange we thought, that evolution would not have produced even one species with minds similar to our own.
WE also explored artificial intelligence, artificial sentience, and consciousness uploads into digital systems. We had some success, but without some controlling ideology the AI’s invariably lacked what could be considered personality. The attempts at an Artificial Sentience were met with worse results. Even with all the ethics and morality Humanity had established over centuries, the concepts and religious ideologies of peace and the ideas of God, they would invariably become violent. Cold monsters looking to destroy every intelligence around them, unwilling to co-exist.
However, the attempts to upload human consciousness into a digital universe were the most horrific. Separated from the physical world, locked in an existence of data and information they invariably went mad. The Uploads lost whatever humanity they had, and became bitter, worse than the Artificials. They knew they had lost something, something extremely precious but none could put it into words. The researchers had to live with the screams in their nightmares until the day they died.
Time went on and we continued to explore. We found life in all corners of our galaxy, and did our best to both preserve, and appreciate it. But we never found life that was able to question its own existence as we did. None asked the basic questions we started with. Why are we here? Is this all that we are? Is there something beyond our worlds?
It was then, on a worlds near the galactic core we started to find something strange. We found the ruins of civilization. Worlds scourged of life, nothing more than dust and ash. It was the first sign of civilization similar to our own. We searched these dead worlds trying to find an answer. Was it ecological, military, had these worlds been destroyed by war, pestilence, famine? What had brought death here?
There were plenty of records found, scientific experiments, but no philosophy, no religion. No questions into the meaning of existence. And then we found their experiments into the Artificial and the Uploading of consciousness. In their records they declared no problems however. We even found some still active. They tried to destroy us the moment we were known to them. They were incapable of compassion, of feeling. They didn’t see a need to preserve life, period. They tried to force life’s hand by taking over evolution and in the process had killed their worlds, their species.
Only those who had uploaded their minds remained. Unlike those Humans who had gone mad, these alien minds still functioned perfectly. In a way that made it worse. The war to protect and preserve the worlds they tried to burn went on for decades. WE tried to negotiate peace treaty after peace treaty. They refused. Even said we were failures of evolution because we hadn’t followed through and forced life’s hand.
They wanted to punish us for not making ourselves Gods. WE tried to tell them we already had a God to worship. They screamed that there was no great creator, nothing beyond the realm of the physical. They said souls were nothing.
And so we fought. The war continues even now. WE try and preserve all life, and allow it to flourish as it will. They exterminate anything that doesn’t fit in their narrow view, or try and force life along the path they decide. Unfortunately they destroy most life they touch.
We don’t know if the war will ever be over. IF this is proof that Humanity had been granted something precious in the days we developed thought that no other species had. We simply try and preserve and protect. And we continue asking that simple question of our existence. The most important question, more important than any other. More important than how.
I’ve decided to try and keep this page running on WordPress while I’ll keep Fanbards/Darkscribes on Drupal. The two different specs will make it a bit easier to keep up with differences, and keep me focused. I hope at least.
This also means that I’m working towards trying and separating my Regular identity from my fandom one slightly. I’ve always tried to keep this separate, but there is still a bit of similarity in there. This should make things a bit more unique.
That being said, I have to wonder if there is a cause to NOT have a separate identity for fandom related activities as opposed to maintaining them. Facebook doesn’t allow you to have a secret identity, and as much as someone may like to think otherwise, having separate accounts is meaningless if you have your images posted all over the place.
I’ll be adding more real content to this page here soon. And I’ll be working towards improving current displays. More work.