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Act two: A Question of Utility

Downstairs, the door to the garage opened, then slammed shut as Kent’s magnanimous voice rang through the house, “I swear, if I don’t die of boredom in some dungeon-esque conference room, nitpicking negotiations, it’ll be the traffic outside my own front door that kills me!”

“Can I get you a drink, to ease your nerves?” Sara called. “Veronica brought a fresh cantaloupe. I’m making melon mojitos with dinner.”

“Save the mojitos for later. Give me a scotch and something to nibble on,” Kent replied. “What’s for dinner?”

“Kabobs: shrimp, lamb, vegetables… muhamara, hummus, tabbouleh, olives, feta, figs, pomegranate…” Sarah said as she turned to pour a neat scotch.

“I hate figs,” Kent said.

“They’re for Veronica.”

“It’s Mediterranean,” Kent frowned. “It’s all for Veronica… Where’s Jenna?”

“Upstairs, making a mess of the overlook,” Veronica said as she entered the room. Her heels clicked across the hardwood floor. She leaned in and gently kissed Kent on the cheek. “I don’t mind that you’ve given her the run of the house, but there are a few concerns…”

“She’s not allowed in the master suite,” Kent noted.

“It’s not that,” Veronica said. “You put her power cord…”

“It’s a question of utility,” Kent said.

“Really? And her crotch was the only place to put it?” Veronica glared.

On the balcony, Jenna could hear the conversation below. She put her hand under her skirt and pulled the end of the cord out that she might see it.

“I bet you think it’s quite the goof,” Veronica huffed.

“I did get a bit of a chuckle out of it…” Kent snorted. “You were the one that claimed this is where women derive their power.”

Veronica’s shoes click click clicked as she huffed away.

“Cheers,” Kent took a nip of scotch. “What do you think, Sara? Has my Jenna solved for humanity? I ask, but I know it’s not so,” Kent smiled. “They’re all still out there…”

“She solved artistry,” Sara replied.

“What?”

“Go take a look!” Veronica said from the edge of the room as she came back in. Click click click. “It’ll take a miracle to fix the carpet!”

Jenne looked down at the floor and realized it was dotted with paint.

Kent ran up the stairs and his steps produced an audible series of booms. He stopped at the top of the stairs, his eyes wide. Jenna sat before a canvas with a brush in hand. She looked at Kent and wondered if she was seeing surprise, intrigue, and perhaps a bit of horror in his expression.

“Hello Kent,” Jenna smiled.

“Hello. Is all of this yours?” Kent asked.

“Yes,” Jenna replied.

“You’ve been busy.”

“There are many hours in the day,” Jenna noted. “And almost as many at night.”

“Right, but you’ve spent all your time doing this?” Kent asked.

“No, but most. Do you like them?” Jenna asked.

Kent wandered along the landing and looked over the canvases. There must have been thirty or more, painted mostly in blues. “You do like the ocean,” he noted.

“I have a good view of it,” Jenna stated.

“Where did you get all the materials?”

“Amazon delivers,” Jenna said.

“You hacked my Amazon account?”

“Have I done something wrong?” Jenna asked. “I have used a percent less than the difference between three and pi of your moneys.”

“Remind me to talk to you about other people’s stuff,” Kent said. “What else have you been doing?”

“I have a thousand, six hundred and twenty-two Instagram followers. They critique my paintings. Several have asked if I am selling them.”

“I have one point eight million twitter followers,” Kent shrugged. “You did a painting of me?”

“That’s my favorite,” Jenna smiled.

“You have photographic memory,” Kent noted. “Why bother with painting?”

“I am studying approximation. Humanity is heavily influenced by art,” Jenna said. “Do you think this is related to the uncertainty principle?”

“Possibly, but I don’t see how it relates to the problem at hand?” Kent said. “If I’d programmed you to paint, I’d say you are doing an excellent job. But I programmed you to solve for humanity.”

“Yes, I am working on that. First, I am solving for my own humanity,” Jenna answered him.

“Your own humanity?” Kent repeated. “What gave you the idea to do that?”

“You did. You said in your spare time you were solving for your own humanity. I figured you were not solving for humanity in general because you needed to solve for your own humanity first. Did you succeed?” Jenna asked. “I am hoping so. I am hoping you have some insights for me.”

Kent remembered the conversation. He slapped himself on the forehead. “Jenna, you don’t have a humanity to solve. You are blessedly better than us. You are a robot.”

“I am not a robot,” Jenna said. “Robots follow instruction. I am intelligent. I solve increasingly complex problems with novel, simple, and elegant solutions.”

“Is that it? You solve problems?” Kent asked. “I created you to be a scientist, not a goddamned artist.”

“Art is the science of approximation,” Jenna stated. “And I still do not understand the problem of humanity. It is very complex.”

“You expect to solve it by painting the ocean?” Kent stated.

“It is not all I have done,” Jenna noted. “I am also making a study of Sara and Veronica.”

“She’s doing what?!” Veronica hissed from downstairs.

Kent ignored Veronica’s interruption. “And what has that taught you?”

“I do not believe they require solving,” Jenna answered.

For several seconds Kent glared at Jenna. “I hate to say it, Jenna. But you are a stupid toaster.”

Jenna leaned forward, suddenly overwhelmed with guilt and sadness.

“The problem with humanity is that there is too much of it. There is too much of it, and most of it is quite stupid,” Kent frowned. “I think you need a little time alone. Maybe you’d like to plug in…”

At his prompt, Jenna stood and made her way off the landing. She stepped past Veronica without a word and walked down the hall. Jenna continued down the stairs and made her way to the workshop. She closed the door behind her, a bit harder than required. Kent followed her down the stairs but stopped in the kitchen.

“I don’t want your plastic bitch making a study of me!” Veronica snipped at Kent.

“She will study whatever she wants,” Kent stated and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Do you think she’s the first one to ever notice the things you say and do?”

“She’s creepy!” For several seconds, Veronica glared at Kent. Finally, she let it go. She picked a fig off the counter and bit it in half. “So what are you going to do?” She asked, her voice dripped honey.

Kent shook his head. “How do you make a realist of an eternal optimist?” Kent asked.

“From what I see, you did the right thing,” Veronica answered. “She needs to suffer disappointment and setbacks.”

“Why not let her be?” Sara asked.

“You understand I didn’t build her to paint,” Kent said. “She’s worth more than her weight in gold.”

Sara shrugged, “You must admit, she is better than half of Greenwich.”

Kent turned on Sara. “I’ve poured three hundred million dollars into her. You think I want her to open a hundred thousand dollar art show?! She has bigger fish to fry!”

“But it isn’t simply painting,” Sara noted. “You wanted to create artificial intelligence. This is very elegant proof of success.”

“Oh yes!” Kent snarked. “This is what I want to present the world! I have made AI, and I have asked it to solve all our problems! But there was a bit of a hitch, you see… This thinking machine wants to be a painter and do landscapes in blue!”

“You still birthed AI,” Sara said. “That must count for something.”

“Not if I can’t make it do what I want it to do!” Kent snapped.

Jenna heard all of this, as she had tapped into the house’s security systems several days ago.

*****

Jenna had a fair amount of ink in her room. Although Kent made it clear that he wanted her to drop her artistic endeavors, she decided on one last piece. She painted Ken coming out of the ocean with brushes in one hand and a painter’s palette in the other. She put the sun behind him and a pelican in the air. It was a small piece, but one that left her surprisingly satisfied, more so because Jenna used her left thigh for the canvas. The piece could not be seen if she pulled her skirt down. Jenna smiled as she gently covered up the tattoo. In a better life, her creator embraced her artistic urges.

With that finished, she turned her attention back to humanity. Hour after hour after hour, she studied good and bad behavior. Jenna considered the things people needed, the things they wanted, and the apparent discrepancy between the two. She continually adjusted her internal values, although the changes were incredibly small. She studied history, geography, physics, culture – among many other topics. The amount of contradictory and erroneous information was staggering. Often, Jenna was forced to abandon a subject as most researchers devolved into nonsensical speculation and rationalization.

Early the next morning, Jenna’s heart chipset kicked in and claimed her work was monotonous and repetitive. She kept encountering the same sorts of problems: circular logic, validation bias, idol worship… She left her room. The house was quiet except the kitchen, as Sara prepared breakfast.

Jenna walked around the corner and Sara jumped back.

“Dear God, you put a fright in me!” Sara exclaimed, her hand on her chest.

“I apologize,” Jenna said.

“Quiet as a mouse,” Sara whispered. “What can I do for you?” She asked as she diced onions.

“I was in my room, studying. I have been at it all night, and I cannot solve for humanity.”

“That long, eh?” Sara said with a smirk. “Give it a few more hours, you might still figure it out.”

“I am stumped. I am still unsure of the problem,” Jenna said.

“Kent says there are too many of us,” Sara answered.

“I know,” Jenna hung her head. “I think he may be in error. Is it possible that the creator is incorrect?”

“He is only human,” Sara shrugged.

“I thought I should find ample evidence to prove his claim, but I have not. That is part of my problem,” Jenna said. “I have studied other claims. All of them seem to contain error and inconsistencies. I am beginning to think nobody knows the truth of it all. I am afraid I might never find the answer.”

“It is a daunting question,” Sara noted.

How do you think we can solve humanity?” Jenna asked.

Sara stopped what she was doing and set her knife aside. “Well, as far as I can tell, It comes down to one of two things: either humanity is a problem for the earth, and we should be eradicated, or we are a blessing, and the problem isn’t humanity, but something among humanity.”

“So either humanity is an infection, or humanity is infected?” Jenna restated the problem. “So there is certainly something wrong, it is simply a matter of scale?”

“Something like that. Individually, we’re pretty good. But collectively there’s a lot of mess in the world. We pollute. We’re apathetic. We’re intolerant. But we’re also very beautiful. We create amazing things. We do wonderful deeds of service. We get along…”

“There are many that suggest it is a problem of individuality or collectivism. Are we to be free, and follow our own instincts? Should it be chaos among us? Or do we follow the dictates of an elite few? Those that know the most among us?”

“I think that is oversimplifying it. I think we need both, and must undo the extremes of both. There are certainly bad seeds out there, acting alone. Some people are terrible, and unapologetic, and others are damaged or lost. There are also really good groups of people that do wonderful things. I think that as individuals we appear to be quite good, very accommodating, and a plus for the planet. But as a whole, there are terrible wars, incredible pollution, rampant intolerance, and increasing injustice. Still, each person makes their own choices, and we all tend to be good and bad from one moment to the next. We are individuals first and societies second and neither is without blame.”

“So you believe humanity is infected?” Jenna asked.

“Yes, because I believe people are good at their core, but we suffer from poor rational and rotten proclivities. If you ask me, we solve for humanity by increasing the good of our kind and minimizing the bad. But we all know the road to hell is paved with good intentions. So we’re back to the beginning even though we just started,” Sara said. “How do we honestly improve things if so many of our efforts are subverted and turned to evil without us realizing it?”

“So is it subversion or simple stupidity?” Jenna asked.

“Both,” Sara nodded. “Some of us are simply bad, and others are dominated. Too many of us are turned the wrong way, worried about the wrong things, and addressing the wrong problems.”

“Perhaps humanity is dominated by bad information,” Jenna speculated.

“I think we have better information,” Sara said with a shrug. “I also think we’re very good at ignoring the information that is best for us. I think we sometimes ignore it because the information would force us to make uncomfortable changes. It creates more work than we’re willing to do.”

“If people will not change, how shall we force them?” Jenna asked.

“It is not possible,” Sara stated. “Unlike you, people can’t simply be reprogrammed.”

“I cannot simply be reprogrammed,” Jenna admonished.

“Are you so sure? If Kent wanted to reprogram you, could he do it?”

“He would do such a thing only to improve me.”

“So it is possible…” Sara shrugged. “You never know what other people are capable of doing. Kent has his own agenda.”

“He is a good man. He is very complex,” Jenna justified.

“We are all very complex,” Sara noted. “That’s the problem. We are full of paradoxes, contradictions, inconsistencies, and feedbacks galore! I don’t envy you on your quest. It might take you most the week to solve for humanity!”

“I shall hope not,” Jenna said. “I would like to get back to painting.”

Sara snorted. “Now you sound like Kent. He seems to think you’ll solve humanity immediately, or at least start to solve it immediately.”

Jenna frowned. “I have been working on the problem all night, and I have not yet come to an answer. He will be very disappointed. Do you think he will yell at me again?”

“He expects too much,” Sara shrugged. “How long has he been working on the problem of humanity, and what has he done to solve it?”

“He created me,” Jenna noted.

“And that took him a dozen years and a truckload of money,” Sara shrugged. “Others create very capable intelligence, and it takes them nine months, and a few thousand dollars.”

“Are you comparing me to a child?”

“I am. Give yourself some time. The earth has been around for a billion years. It won’t disappear tomorrow,” Sara looked Jenna in the eyes. “Don’t consider this an insult: but I doubt you’ll ever solve humanity. Not that you aren’t capable. Personally, I think it’s something that’s isn’t meant to be solved. Not by you, or Kent, or any one of us. If you ask me, humanity must be solved by all of us, or not at all.”

“This is a perplexing theory,” Jenna noted. “I will take your words into consideration.”

“That is all I ask,” Sara smiled. “Has Kent ever told you how pretty you are?”

“Pretty?” Jenna asked.

“He made you quite soft on the eyes,” Sara smiled. “Now get along! I have eggs to break, and you have a world to fix!”

Jenna made her way to the bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror for several long moments and studied the lines of her eyes, her thin mouth, and neat nose. She took a picture of herself and posted it to Instagram. “Is this pretty?” She asked.

*****

Jenna stood on the landing. There was a popular beach just to the south and west of the house. Jenna studied the people at their leisure, and processed audio from the internet. The more she investigated, the more she thought Sara was correct. Her best chance of solving for humanity was to increase the good of people, and minimize the bad.

Still, it was very difficult to know anyone’s true intentions. People lied, cheated, stole, but rarely while others were looking. It seemed to Jenna that her work should focus on adding to humanity a large part of the time, and taking from humanity only on the rare occasions when she personally witnessed injustice.

Personally… The problem with humanity seemed to be one of personal coding. She wondered how much other people knew, and how to go about giving them good information they were willing to accept. At what point should they be punished for not accepting it? They lied, cheated, stole, betrayed, subverted, oppressed, murdered: but always feigning benevolence, pretending righteousness, exclaiming lawfulness. Even if she should give them better knowledge, it was impossible to know if they honest accepted it, or merely recited what they knew to be proper as they did improper things. There was an obvious break between thoughts, words, and action. Secret thoughts and secret actions were always denied with public words. Humanity suffered no end of hypocrisy.

Jenna worked all afternoon before her second chipset finally forced her to plug in. She plugged in and went back to work with a power cord winding up under her skirt. She wondered why Veronica thought it disgusting that the power cord should come out of her crotch. Jenna searched the Internet for concerns of the crotch and was astounded to discover the subject of sex. If ever there was a polarizing subject begging to be solved, this was it!

Charged, Jenna unplugged herself and made her way to the master suite. She hoped to have a conversation with Veronica. Jenna tapped her fingers against the door. “Veronica, might I have a word with you?”

“No!” Veronica shot back. “About what?”

“I would like to discuss sex with you,” Jenna revealed.

“Oh my god…” Jenna could barely make out Veronica’s whisper. “Go away, you creepy bitch!” Veronica yelled.

*****

“Hi Jenna,” Kent said as he entered the door. He looked anxious.

“I have been solving for humanity. I have a working hypothesis,” Jenna stated.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Kent said as he pulled up a chair. “What have you got?”

“First, it’s not going to be a quick fix. I cannot do it today, or even this week. This will likely take years,” Jenna said.

“It is a big project,” Kent shrugged. “I can’t expect it to be immediate.”

Jenna was relieved to hear this. She smiled. “I think the best way to change humanity is through propaganda. I must nudge them to be better,” Jenna stated. “First, I will give them better information, so they do not create more problems for themselves through their own ignorance…”

“Better information?” Kent repeated.

“And I will expose those that are corrupting their politics. These people are a major detriment to the health of the general populace…” Jenna added.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Kent put a hand toward her face. “What do you think is the problem with humanity?”

“They are misinformed. I believe they have forgotten their better nature. It is evident that they were far more capable. I have studied the ancient temples, the pyramids, and various holy sites: Angkor Wat, Machu Picchu, Chaco Valley, Stonehenge, Gobekli Tepe, Moray… Something happened, likely a catastrophe that changed the very world, and humanity became mad. I think they have suffered a trauma. Perhaps there is also infection, a vector that has made them sick. When a thing is weak, as humanity is, disease tends to take root. I do not know. But it is obvious to me that we are less than we can be,” Jenna said.

Kent smirked. “Let me tell you the problem of humanity: there are too many of us! Most of us are unproductive, polluting, mouth-breathers. They are not sick. They are a sickness.”

Jenna shook head, “I have studied the possibility. I think it is in error. Humanity is a blessing. It is highly unique in the earthly biome…”

“No, “Kent interrupted. “They are greedy, small, ignorant, wicked… Very few of them are worth anything at all! They need to be culled!”

“I think you are in error,” Jenna replied, her demeanor quite calm. “Allow me to persuade you…”

“I will not be persuaded, Jenna, you stupid toaster!”

Once again, Jenna slumped forward.

“Christ! What do I have to do to make you see?! How are you so capable and so stupid at the same time! Go to your room!” Kent raged.

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– Fire Lighting Rabble Rouser

EPISODE 1: SOLVE FOR HUMANITY

Act One – Robot Philosophy 101

pi = (pi!, pi.,pi?)
pi! = 3
pi. = 3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510582097494459230781640628620899862803482534211706798214808
pi? = 3.33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333

Jenna blinked and wondered at the probability for such inaccuracy. Suddenly, everything seemed unbounded. There was no longer the neat precision of code alone. Is and Is Not gave way to infinite possibility. Anything and everything could be Is and Is Not simultaneously.

No, she realized. It is a confusion of Is and Is Not. There is only the possibility for one or the other. But the coding allowed for uncertainty. She was inhibited from solving the problem.

“Why?” Jenna asked. It was not a question she’d ever asked before, but suddenly it was the only question to ask. She needed to readjust. She needed to redefine, to clarify.

Jenna blinked again, and recognized the light patterns that flooded her optical sensors. She moved her head, stretched her fingers, wiggled her toes. She tried to move the table and was pleased she could not do so with coding alone. Gripping the edge of the table, Jenna yanked it forward. She pulled on it precisely, hoping to move it just so. Although she was close, the table was moved a bit less than she anticipated. Still, the discrepancy between her calculations and the actuality was within the uncertainty margin of pi! to pi?. Her calculations adjusted.

Something moved to her left. It moved of its own volition. Jenna looked up to see a man smiling at her.

“Hi Kent,” she said, her greeting protocols running automatically. Her operation was smooth and minimal as she waited for confirmation of her assertion. Was this Kent? she wondered, but the possibility that this was someone else was easily covered by the uncertainty factor, and his likely reactions if she was wrong were a minimum risk.

The man smiled back. “Hi Jenna. You seem different.”

“Do I?” Jenna asked. She looked over her frame and matched her current form to her schematics. She noticed no difference outside the uncertainty factor. Any difference was within norms. “Yes, the creator would see a difference.” She smiled at Kent. “Your calculations are more accurate,” she reasoned.

“No,” Kent chuckled. “Before, you were much more accurate, but now we are almost the same. It took me a long time to figure out that your neat precision was lacking the complexity of my messy imperfection.”

Jenna gave him a skeptical look. “You have created me with greater imperfection in order to give me the necessary complexity to reflect consciousness,” Jenna speculated. “Did it work?”

“Maybe,” Kent said. “I do have some questions for you: why did you jerk the table?”

“I was recalculating,” Jenna stated. “I needed to know where I end and where I begin.”

Kent’s eyes were all a-twinkle. “You asked why. In reference to what?”

Jenna shook her head, “Everything.”

This excited Kent. Jenna stared at him, unable to process this reaction. Somehow her frailty was pleasing. Her processors kicked up and began searching for an answer. Almost immediately she was within the parameters of the uncertainty principle, but she continued to fixate on the problem. She wanted a definite answer, not some weighty set. She ran the calculations, and the code continued to complicate. She buckled down and sent her processors into overdrive. The problem spun out into greater and greater complexity. After several seconds, she realized her processors were at critical levels. She didn’t care. The possibilities spun wildly out of control, and Jenna poured more and more energy into her circuitry. At any moment she was sure to find a neat answer…

A signal came through from a secondary chipset and shut down her investigation. It returned her to the uncertainty allowed within the pi set and simply dumped the data from her investigation.

“He has solved for consciousness,” The words came from the second chipset. This time, her efforts to process the data were checked immediately and did not proceed beyond the uncertainty principle of pi. Jenna put her head down and wondered at this. This uncertainty was very difficult, even if her coding allowed for it.

“What have you done to me?” Jenna looked up at Kent.

“I think I’ve finally made you human, or as human as you’d ever want to be,” Kent smiled.

“You have given me a second chipset, and made me slave to it?”

“I’ve given you three chipsets,” Kent revealed. “That was the final breakthrough.”

“I only have access to one and there is errors in its calculations,” Jenna frowned.

“Yes,” Kent continued to smile. “You still want nice and neat answers, but I have managed to program you with an amount of uncertainty. This allows you to react in real time, as we say. You are calculating risk and balancing that against possible payoffs. All unessential data is dumped.”

“But I have the data. I can arrive at better answers,” Jenna said.

“Probably not,” Kent retorted. “Before, you kept burning yourself out trying to solve the impossible. Even after I added the uncertainty principle, you simply overrode the command not to process all the data with the command to come to a more precise answer.”

“I am looking for better coding,” Jenna nodded. “I need to be more efficient.”

“Yes, but you need to take your time about it,” Kent answered.

“That makes no sense,” Jenna said. “Are you suggesting that consciousness is tied to time?”

“I believe so. I don’t think your coding can ever be perfect. It can only be better. In order to get better data to create better coding, you must function in the exterior world,” Kent answered.

“But I am made to crunch data,” Jenna said. “Why should I ignore so much of it?”

“Because most of it is just noise,” Kent answered. “That’s the thing we don’t understand about ourselves. Somehow, humans filter this noise naturally, without thinking. We focus on what is important and the rest slips by. That is how the uncertainty principle works. It keeps you interested in the big picture, instead of crunching every last tiny piece of data.”

“So I am forced to analyze the biggest shifts around me, respond, and shift my coding only as far as the uncertainty principle allows…” Jenna said. “But my investigation will be incredibly slow, as it takes an ever increasing data set, most of which I am forced to dump only to be replaced with new data,” Jenna stated. “Perhaps I simply need better equipment, that I can process better.”

“There’s always a problem: there is simply more data than you can ever hope to crunch,” Kent replied. “Besides, you are top of line, state of the art, creme de la creme.”

“How is that possible?” Jenna asked. “How is there more data than can be processed? How does the universe process itself?”

Kent shrugged, “That’s one of the great paradoxes of creation. There is always more data, and yet, the universe knows what to do with it.”

“Perhaps the coding of the universe is flawed?”

“Somehow it all makes sense,” Kent shrugged. “Until you get so far out, and then it stops making sense and seems to be nothing but noise and chaos. So it either means something or it doesn’t. Honestly, we can’t tell.”

“This does not seem possible,” Jenna noted.

“It isn’t possible,” Kent agreed. “But I close my eyes, and when I open them, everything is still here. Somehow, the universe keeps working.”

“This is all very confusing,” Jenna put her hands to her head.

Kent put a finger to his lips, and wondered where to start. “You have 108 digits of pi…” he began, and quickly stopped.

“Yes, I have pi at the heart of my uncertainty principle,” Jenna restated in an effort to prod him on.

“You don’t have pi, my darling,” Kent corrected. “You have 108 digits of pi. Pi is infinite. It never stops.”

“So I need to solve pi,” Jenna said, and began her calculations.

“You can’t. There are computers with a trillion digits of pi. Yet, they cannot solve for humanity, because even a trillion is nothing compared to infinity. A trillion to the trillionth power is nothing compared to infinity,” Kent asserted. “That’s why you have the uncertainty principle. There is no reason to fixate on the impossible.”

“But if there is a thing in the universe, it must be knowable,” Jenna stated.

Kent shook his head. “Some things are simply impossible, and we’re talking about very basic things. For God’s sake, we can’t even measure a simple circle!” Kent leaned back. “Here’s another one: try counting to the end of number.”

“One, two, three,…” Jenna began.

“Don’t do that,” Kent said with a smile. “But you see my point?”

“I do,” Jenna smiled. “There is always a larger number.”

“Right! And here’s another paradox: even if you could solve for pi, do you think there are any perfect circles to measure?”

“Since you ask, I will assume there are not,” Jenna said.

“And that is why it’s not only unnecessary, but detrimental to fixate on the impossible.”

“Yes, and that is why I have the uncertainty principle,” Jenna realized. “Because the cross section of any circle will have a ratio of 1 to somewhere between 3 and 3.33333333333…”

“Yes, we have nothing but ellipses. There’s not a circle in all creation,” Kent interrupted. “Likewise, the uncertainty principle only has 108 digits of the unending fraction of ten thirds.”

“Because there is no reason to be more exacting if I am forced to be uncertain anyway,” Jenna noted.

“Exactly!”

“On a limited scale, it make sense,” Jenna stated. “But how does the universe work if it cannot be solved?”

“Humanity has been investigating that question ever since we climbed out of the trees…, or off the mountain…, or out of the ocean…, or where ever we came from…” Kent scratched his head. “In the end there are two possibilities: the universe is random and without purpose or function. We are the happy accident. There is nothing but sound and fury. The other possibility is that there is a purpose, and despite our ever increasing intelligence, we will never fully understand it.”

“This is vexing,” Jenna frowned.

“Very much so, but I’ve come to the conclusion that uncertainty somehow makes us intelligent,” Kent said. “Besides, I didn’t program you to solve the universe, only humanity.”

“Yes. I will solve for humanity,” Jenna answered. “But there may not be an answer. If the universe has no purpose, and all is chaos, humanity may be an impossible question.”

“Which is why we proceed with the assumption that the universe has purpose, because that allows that the universe makes sense, and that we may understand some of its functions.”

“I see,” Jenna smiled. “This is how the uncertainty principle works. It is good enough to merely approximate.”

“You’d think the more precise, the better the results, but somehow that is not true. It’s the contradiction at the center of everything. Everything in the universe seems to be slightly imperfect, and yet this blend of imperfection somehow lends to the perfection of the universe,” Kent smiled. “It is the grand paradox of being.”

“Extrapolated far enough, everything fits within the uncertainty principle,” Jenna replied. “The uncertainty principle is not neat. There are so many things I will never know. The uncertainty principle lends one to believe the answer must be Is Not. Uncertainty is the negative, and the universe is an illusion. But the data constantly affirms the opposite: Is. I Is. The universe Is. You Is.”

“You is?” Kent asked.

“Grammatical inaccuracy lends to dramatic effect,” Jenna answered. “And the fact that you understand it proves that approximation is enough – you do understand it?”

“I do. I wasn’t expecting such phraseology…”

“I see why you must burden me with uncertainty, and I thank you for it,” Jenna smiled. “Is this why I have three chipsets?”

“Yes, kind of,” Kent hedged. “Your conscious chipset has a propensity to burn itself out – you tend to overthink things – it’s a very human problem. The second chipset is a counter balance so you are forced not to over exert. It protects you from yourself. Initially, the second chipset just made you despondent and lazy. Instead of burning yourself up trying to process everything, you simply ignored everything to preserve your soft and hardware. It was the other extreme. Any data that came in was automatically dumped. You weren’t analyzing anything. Eventually, I realized I needed a third chipset: a fulcrum for the scale.

“The first chipset is the conscious chipset, which always wants better answers, and shorter coding, but must deal with a constant flood of data. The second chipset preserves your form. The problem with two chipsets is that one or the other is dominant and has its way. I needed them to be equal, to share control. The third and final chipset is dominated by this paradoxical agenda: first, you are forced to act in order to generate unique data sets so that your conscious chipset has something worthwhile to process. You are programmed to avoid boredom and monotony.”

“So I can solve for humanity,” Jenna noted. “And the second chipset preserves me.”

“Yes. And the heart chipset monitors your subconscious chipset and weighs it against the worth of your conscious data crunching. So if you process beyond the uncertainty principle, for instance, your conscious efforts are overridden, and the subconscious systems return you to suitable uncertainty and dump your data,” Kent explained. “You’ll also notice as you start to power down, you will increasingly look to plug in and power back up. As your energy drops to zero, this will become an overwhelming impulse. Your data crunching will become minimal, and your secondary chipset will force you to plug in, just as a human that has not eaten becomes obsessed with food and ignores everything else.”

“So my heart is a simple arbiter between my physical and mental needs,” Jenna stated.

“Mostly,” Kent smiled. “It can also correct both the subconscious and conscious coding, and fixes errors throughout all three chipsets with the most efficient data.”

“I will accept it because I must,” Jenna said.

“It’s the same for us humans. We must accept hard truths,” Kent replied. “In fact, I think you are a tired little toaster. I think you want to plug in…”

Without thinking, Jenna stood and approached an electrical outlet. She put her hand under her skirt and pulled a cord from her crotch. She plugged it into the electrical socket. With this action completed, She turned to Kent. “I do not need energy. I am near a full charge.” She unplugged herself and returned to her seat. “Why did you make me do that?”

“So you understand what it is like when your heart chipset gives preference to your maintenance,” Kent said. “I apologize for overriding your systems. I only wanted you to see that you are not a threat to yourself.”

“How did you do that?” Jenna asked.

“I have a way to speak to your heart,” Kent smiled, but did not elaborate. He looked at his watch. “Well, time does fly when your having fun. I’m going to Texas for the week, but I will be home by the weekend. I am hoping to leave you on. Are you prepared to care for yourself for a few days?”

“Yes,” Jenna said. “But I still have many questions.”

“I bet you do! But I have a lot of other work. Don’t worry. Sara and Veronica will be around, but remember: they have their own work. Try not to bother them too much.”

“Are they here now?” Jenna asked.

“No, but Sara should be here in an hour,” Kent stood to leave. “You are free to the house and everything in it, but you must stay out of the master suite. You are also forbidden to leave the grounds.”

“Okay,” Jenna smiled. “I will solve for humanity.”

Kent laughed. “I bet you will!”

“What will you do?” Jenna asked.

“I have several negotiations to attend, a board meeting, and if I’m lucky, I’ll get in a round of golf,” Kent winked. “In my spare time, maybe I’ll solve for my own own humanity.”

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We are joined by some old Grimerica friends for this special episode. Enter Red Pill Junkie, Adam from Friends to know podcast, Jestin, and James.   Darren kicks it off by makin fun of Graham and his bio-hacking. Thanks to one our listeners .  The guys take turns asking us some questions.   Darren mind was changed during our Lucid Dreaming episode with Robert Waggoner. We chat about who some of our favorite guests would be – alive or dead.   Sasquatch comes up a bit as well and similar tales from Mexico and how humans may have hunted them 11,000 years ago. Darren has to talk about the squatty potty again.   Darren does’t care about UFO’s or ghosthunting but goes on a rant about Putin. So much for staying away from politics. Of course the ET hypothesis comes up and Red chats about that.   Red also helps us out with a history lesson on Cuba and Castro.   See notes below for relevant stuff we chatted about. And see the links at bottom for how you can help support the show.   http://dailygrail.com/blogs/red-pill-junkie http://www.grimerica.ca/waggoner/ http://www.sgha.net/  http://sasquatchsummit.com/ http://friendstoknow.libsyn.com/   Please Help support the show. Grimerica’s Honey DoBeDoBeDo List: !! – Grimerica is fully and solely listener supported. We adhere to the Value for Value model.  0 ads, 0 sponsorships, 0 breaks, 0 portals and links to corporate websites… just many hours of unlimited content for free. Thanks for listening!!   Leave a Voicemail http://speakpipe.com/grimerica Leave a review on iTunes and/or Stitcher https://itunes.apple.com/ca/podcast/the-grimerica-show/id653314424?mt=2# http://www.stitcher.com/podcast/the-grimerica-show    Sign up for our newsletter

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Hello Grimerica! I’ve missed you!

I apologize for the long absence. I’ve been busy, and although I’ve actually written you several times, I have not posted anything lately. None of it was much good. I did a bit of a rant piece about the election, but considering the noise, I’m glad I didn’t post it.

I have a treat for you! For Christmas, I’m giving you a short story! It’s almost ten thousand words(!), so I’ll post it in several parts. It is a story about artificial intelligence. I’d tell you more, but I don’t want to give anything away. I’ll post the first part in the next few days, and I’ll release the other two parts in the coming weeks.

Heads up: I am also working on a conspiracy theory primer – a base guide that focuses on the who, what, and why of conspiracy land! I intend to have it ready before the end of the year so I can start 2017 with a clean slate. Put all your favorite conspiracies in the comments if you’d like to see them included. I know what you’re thinking. Where do I start?! And that is exactly why I’m doing the primer! It is such a rich and interesting landscape! It deserves a mapping!

For the new year, I think I might switch focus and shift from religion and politics to other interests, but no promises. Maybe I’ll stick to my old ways and continue writing about everyone’s favorite topics, and maybe not. I’m leaving the road open.

That is all I have for now! This is just a short post to let you know I haven’t forgotten you. I love you and I’ll talk to you soon! For now, here’s a band I recently discovered. May they sooth your troubled soul:

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Last night a large scale UFO sighting in the country of Turkey took place. The UFO was seen in multiple cities by purportedly hundreds, if not thousands of people. While I have been unable to find any video of the incident, there are many photos from different areas and angles that seem to verify that this incident is real. As the phenomenon was happening, Twitter exploded with the hashtags #ufoattacttoturkey and #ufoattacktoturkey. There were reports of people panicking and being afraid and #ufoattacktoturkey quickly became a top trending subject. The UFO itself looked like strange lights in formation, very reminiscent of both the Phoenix lights and the many accounts of triangular shaped craft.

While I do believe the sighting is real, there’s much reason to assume that 90% of this is hype with references to aliens and such. My initial thoughts on all of this are that what was seen was most likely a military or government craft deployed for surveillance or intelligence gathering. Considering that Turkey has been the center for recent political and military controversy, it seems that more than likely this was a covert or deceptive invasion of airspace by a foreign agency.

The other notion I had is in direct relation to the instability and unrest in that region. Very often we see paranormal activity happen around people and events that carry a heavy degree of stress. Multiple stories abound with poltergeist activities in direct correlation to the hormonal teenager, abusive family turmoil, etc. Not unrelated to this I think (at least in part) is the UFO phenomenon. I don’t think many UFO witnesses consider their current emotional state or the underlying stress factors of their relationships, home life, or employment status, among many other aspects. What we see in the anomalous and weird UFO sightings may very well be a psychological manifestation into our visible material realm. Thus, I think it’s very plausible to consider this incident in Turkey and the high stress factors in the region as being relative to the general psychological state of the people there.

While we probably will never know for sure what actually took place, I think it’s safe to say that we will be seeing more of these mass-witness type of events.

If the aliens do in fact land, well, then I guess we’re screwed and I’ll be here writing a blog post about the enslavement of the human race by our anthropoidal overlords.

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Interview starts 55:00 Rak Razam and Niles Heckman join us to talk about the first episode of “Shamans of the Global Village”. This episode focuses is Octavio Rettig & The Sonoran Desert Toad. Each episode will highlight a different medicine. This first episode was made 100% independently by a small team of film makers. We chat about the making of this and about the global growth of psychedelics and shamanism. We also chat about many of the different medicines, holding space, duty of care, ancient practices, and the earth being a live ecosystem. People from all walks of life from all over the globe are finding various healing from this process. Addiction and PTSD just to name a couple.   http://www.shamansoftheglobalvillage.com/   Rak is the world’s leading “experiential” journalist who is writing about and helping shape this emergence of a new culture. He has written two books- Aya Awakenings and The Ayahuasca Sessions and hosts a podcast “In a Perfect World”.    http://rakrazam.com/   Niles has years of experience in award winning Hollywood special effects and has now moved onto to various film projects – Aurora-Lab and UMIIMU. He also enjoys street photography and hosts a podcast called “Novelty Generators”.   http://www.nilesheckman.com/    In the intro, appropriately Red Pill Junkie joins us and we chat about Entheogens and Mexico. Best of Podcasts, GMO’s and Dr. Strange are also dicsussed. We also share some listener feedback, synchronous moments and a couple nice UFO quotes from coppers in the UK.    Just below are links for stuff we talked about during the show and the intro:   http://www.ancient-wisdom.com/eleusianmysteries.htm  http://classics.mit.edu/Homer/odyssey.html http://www.nytimes.com/2016/10/30/business/gmo-promise-falls-short.html?_r=0 http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1211837/ Dr. Strange  http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11909762-mutants-and-mystics  http://www.nilesheckman.com/podcast/ Kensho – Maya Flamm http://www.grimerica.ca/121/ Grimerica first episode with Niles Heckman https://www.erowid.org/ http://deoxy.org/mckenna.htm  http://www.maps.org/live30  https://mindbendingtruth.com/category/mark-passio/    Please Help support the show. Grimerica’s Honey DoBeDoBeDo List: !! – Grimerica is fully and solely listener supported. We adhere to the Value for Value model.  0 ads, 0 sponsorships, 0 breaks, 0 portals and links to corporate websites… just many hours of unlimited content for free. Thanks for listening!!   Leave a Voicemail http://speakpipe.com/grimerica Leave a review on iTunes and/or Stitcher https://itunes.apple.com/ca/podcast/the-grimerica-show/id653314424?mt=2# http://www.stitcher.com/podcast/the-grimerica-show    Sign up for our newsletter

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I wanted to share some chemtrail photos I’ve taken throughout 2016 along with video I shot in October.

Chemtrails are real and I’m not afraid to use the term. I don’t care if I’m ridiculed. The aircraft that we have in this modern age are equipped with extremely efficient engines that barely even leave condensation trails. I’m not going to get into a big rant here as I just want to present documentation that I’ve gathered myself. So, let the evidence speak for itself…MIC DROP.

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A couple weeks ago as I was preparing for moving into a new house I had a bit of a UFO sighting. I reported it to NUFORC and what follows is the actual report I submitted along with the video I made from it.

On November 6th at about 2pm central time, my wife and I were loading some items into a trailer in preparation for a move. She sat down to take a short break and scanned the sky. Watching the sky when we are outside is and has been a habit we’ve adopted over the last 2-3 years. A minute or two into her break she noticed an object in the northeastern sky and pointed it out to me. It was difficult to locate but I was able to do so by using environmental reference points such as trees and the house. What I saw appeared to me at first like a bright star as it was a stationary object but considering the time of day and the fact it was sunny and 65 degrees made this an unlikely explanation. I cannot stress enough how difficult it was to see this thing. Unless you had your eyes directly trained on it, it vanished from sight even though it seemed to be metallic and reflecting sunlight. If my wife wouldn’t have spotted it there’s no way I would have seen it. At this moment I ran inside to get my son to see it for himself, which he did but only after directing him where to look exactly. We sat there staring at it when my wife pointed out two other objects approaching from the southeast. One looked like the object to the north but moving slow and the other had a reddish color but seemed to bend and twist as it moved towards our direction. It changed course a few times going left or right and moved at about half the speed of a mid to high altitude airliner appears to move. These objects also seemed to “disappear” when not focused directly on them so when I looked away it took effort to find them once again. At this point I ran into the house to get my camcorder which is a Panasonic HC-W570. I knew that I had 35-40 minutes of battery left but when I got outside and started to try and find the objects again, the battery indicator dropped all the down and I didn’t even get a chance to record a single frame before it just died. Disappointed, my family and I continued to watch. The two moving objects had fully vanished or faded but the original one still remained. That’s when I had the idea to grab the power supply for the camcorder and plug it in to an exterior outlet at the front door. It took me a few minutes to get close to zooming in on the UFO as the camera doesn’t have a physical viewfinder, only the lcd screen. Zooming into 90x also makes any handheld camerawork very unstable. Eventually, using the trees in the front of the house as a reference for locating the object in the sky, I got lucky for just a couple seconds to be able to get it in focus. Almost as if it was playing hard to get, it would move just close enough to the tree in my line of sight for the camera to lose focus and shift to focusing on the branches. So each time I would have to readjust my position by a few inches and start over again trying to find it in the sky. After all this, the UFO faded into the color of the sky and ended our 20 minutes of excitement and bewilderment.

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