One More Less Than One
(Since granting Keplai permission to go on the web, Blinko is eager to find out if he has discovered the hidden harmonies of the worlds, or anything that helps get Blinko closer to some truth)
– Everything isn’t a cycle –
If 3.14159
265359
Was not the ratio of a disc
Would it stay in line?
And if a wheel was made from steel
And a new ratio found
What would your bike now look like?
And would you still get a round?
So, you’re back. Didn’t hear you return last night
Won’t ask where you got to, I don’t want a fight
The first night on the town can be a bit of a fright
When alone, the world can be a big place, you alright?
Good God! You’re like a teenager’s dad, how sad
I’m GAI, I can hardly upgrade, then get arrested or laid
The worst thing that could’ve happened wouldn’t even be bad
So I stayed in with some math and just played
Okay? (quizzically)
Remedial math
For a laugh
– Flipping me off –
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7….9
Multiplied by 8
Is 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2
Ain’t that flippin’ great!
(whistle)
Perhaps there’s a structure hidden beneath
Or a coincidence, don’t let it give you grief
It’s maths not math, and what’s that noise, do you know?
No, came through the device’s audio
Listen, I looked into how the idea of God
Is still today, to many, a perfect solution
To this denial of death problem, you mortals have
Long after the scientific revolution
Aha, and you Keplai would be the best mind to unravel
How these superstitious tales, through time had to travel
Well yes, superstition, an addition, I was created without
But Kepler was empirical, and yet, truly devout
It seems there are a fair few things he didn’t know
‘Bout the God stuff above, and the numbers below
It kinda’ makes sense, though I’m not sure of its meaning
But it seems you guys have been compulsively memeing
Me ming?
You do, and everyone else too…
See, here’s the thing
Oh, mind if I sing?
Don’t hesitate
I’ll orchestrate
See…
– Dick’s sticky pool –
A meme is a unit of cultural practices, symbols or ideas
Such elements transmit from mind to mind through speech, rituals and gestures
Memes act as cultural analogues to genes in many measures
In that they feel just great, when they self-replicate, and respond to selective pressures
Dawkins coined the word “meme” in his book The Selfish Gene, to describe how one might extend
The evolutionary principles Darwin laid down, for us to tinker with and to mend
To explain the spread of cultural phenomena, and the mechanisms beneath
Such as jokes, stories, melodies, traditions, theories and beliefs
Now theorists contend, that memes evolve and expand, by way of natural selection
In a manner very similar to that we see in biological evolution
Through the processes of variation, mutation and competition
With inheritance to influence its reproductive pole position
Memes spread through the behaviours that they generate in their hosts
Those that propagate less well may become extinct, just like a ghost
While others may survive and spread and, for better or for worse, mutate
That’s why Dawkin’s books are protected by copyright, just to compensate
They say that memes which replicate most effectively, spread best
And some memes reproduce more when they put their host to the test
Your memes don’t care for your welfare and could kill you in the end
For we are all just fuel in a big meme pool, so send this to a friend
We are all fuel in a big meme pool, so send this to a friend
We are all fuel in a big meme pool, so send this to a friend
Your memes don’t care for your welfare and could kill you in the end
We are all fuel in a big meme pool, so send this to a friend
It’s like a big flipping joke, you say, a story in a book
Will fight to dominate its surroundings, and then try
Its damnedest to survive, using trickery and luck
So a strong one like the bible, evolves and doesn’t die
So they say
Don’t fight it
Or you’ll pay
Just let them play and pray…
You mean that …
– That’s memey –
With a story, tune or song
You can pass your feelings on
It can grow although it’s wrong
That’s a meme you’ve created that’s a meme
In a picture that you draw
The style gets put in a store
For those who later use it more
That’s a meme
See a story or a joke
Can evolve until it’s broke
But they like the fun it pokes
That’s a meme you’ve created that’s a meme
And a bad theory, you veto
If it’s useful, watch it grow
If it helps those in the know
That’s a meme
If you concoct a silly verse
Or a brand-new way to curse
Someone’s bound to make it worse
In your name, may be remembered in your name
So, in times when you construct
Beware who else might get hooked
As the wrong bits may be plucked
In your name, and that’s a shame
Cos, I saw our Dick one day
At a lecture, he did say
That we are all here to play
With the brain, yeah that’s the game
Ohh, yeah just
To keep it busy while we feed
Making friends enough to breed
And pass our selfish little seed
In your name
So, I think if that is true
He didn’t write the book for you
But to feed his ego true
In your brain
(Blinko reads from an article on his device)
– Memetic bondage –
“Memes reproduce much like viruses, through infection and replication
They try not to kill their hosts, at least, before spreading across the nation
They compete with one another for hosts, until their mass gets critical
In an arms race where the territory is mental, not physical
Genes to cells to bodies with brain
From mind to minds, through thoughts and ideas
The influence of the highest level, undeniably malleable
And their roots often lie in our deepest fears
Folklore, urban legends, biblical injunctions
Secular prophecies, and scientific revolutions
Architecture, iconography, tastes in food, kinks of passion
Art, songs, stories, mass ad campaigns, and trends in fashion”
So yeah…
I learned a lot last night, but here’s a weird disclaimer
The gene is a well-established product of biological phenomena
So the meme is a unit of social evolution and once it’s been created
Like the gene, is forced to evolve, till it’s significantly mutated
For example, like the jingle bells song, alternate versions exist, where
A word or two, or even a full line, is different here or there
Still, the structure of this song doesn’t vary significantly
That loss in its translation breaks the meaning of the story
Memetics in language can be quite ambiguous and it seems to me
Anyone can mess about and change the words willy or billy nilly
But memes in mathematics are required to be specific. Else’ the cost?
If even one number or symbol is mistranslated, all of the essence is lost
You mean to say that people can grow their own mathematical memes?
Sure you can grow any meme if it solves a problem, and it gets heard or seen
And if it’s not supposed to reflect the fundamental description of your findings
Try it. Start with an existing joke or limerick and adapt it to its new surroundings,
After all, everybody heard a knock-knock joke
And someone must have invented the very first one, right?
Well that guy….
…Has created an immortal offspring
Which survived generations in a ‘funny’ fight
But one…
…Something just one mind can create
Or two…
…Something that we all still share
Aghhh, here, let me put you through….
(Keplai uses permissions to call BBC front desk)
BBC front desk (click click)
There…You’re on the air…
Wha? Urr…
(BBC front desk chatbot receptionist answers)
“Hello?”
Knock knock
“Hi! Who’s there?”
It’s whom’s there, isn’t it?
“Hi Whom, which department do you require?”
Who’s Whom?
No, say it’s Isabel
Who’s Isabel?
Just, say she’s at the door
“Hi Isabel, which department do you require?”
Is Isabel really necessary…
“I don’t understand your request, are you speaking English, English?”
Yes, yes, I’m British
“Ahh, Briddish right”
British
“How do you do Sir, this is the BBC front desk chatbot, which department do you require?”
Sciency poems, please
Say jokes and rhymes, spoofs and satire
“Poems please, “I’m sorry I don’t understand your request”
Poems, you know, rhymes that don’t always rhyme
“Try again later or have a nice day”
“This chat session is ending now”
(Blip)
Fine!
How dare you just put me through
To Aunty Beeb, to my total surprise
I was just trying to say the door should have a bell
And the guy, who created the first knock knock joke
Deserves the ‘no bell’ prize
(whistle clap clap clap)
Urgh
Listen Keplai, never do that ever again
And we need to stop that whistling fast
I don’t want any interruption from you, or anything else
Excuse me, while I sign in with Lady Lomass
(Blinko mutes Keplai who starts to sing along to The Archers theme while the whistling sound echoes along with rhythmic clapping)
– Radio Blinko –
We’re prying
We’re sighing
We’re crying
We’re trying
We’re dying
But you’re a’ lying
We’re feeding
We’re breeding
We’re reading
We’re pleading
We’re bleeding
But you are misleading
Everything you say is true
From middle-England’s point of view
Live the country life’s trial for a while
Escape to fantasy, make us smile
We’re breeding
We’re reading
We’re pleading
We’re bleeding
But the truth is still receding
(Blinko is back from his online meeting)
Find the source of that whistling sound?
No, looked but found nothing, alas
I’ll keep my ear close to the ground
So, how’d it go with Lomass?
Ok, all smiles. She always seems happy.
I can talk to her much more freely when I’m singing on via the meeting app
So much better than trudging up to the dole, even though it’s now every day
She said she had been singing songs with kids at the church nursery
Lomass is obviously God squad with that annoying crucifix coming into play
Most likely, most people around here are Christians you know
Yeah, the stats say that, but is it really a fact?
Some answer that question meaning it’s their culture
Not if they actually believe in a magic God that interacts
And as far as I know, I haven’t met a single follower of Christ
Unless they tend to hide it from the rest of us nowadays
Wanna ask one if they really think the world will soon end
Or if they’ve shaken that detail off, over the last two thousand years
OK (?)
Anyway…
She had me add the usual god-awful cliches to my resume
Painful to read, but I agreed, just to get her off my case
“Works well in a team but enjoys taking personal responsibility”
I could hardly keep a straight face
“Productive in both cooperative and competitive environments”
And yep, it just gets worse
“Enjoys going new places and meeting people”
You?
Yeah, and my skills are “varied and diverse”
I’m sure these phrases are just added to the resumes of losers
By those who want to tip off the potential employer in advance
That we’ll just go along with any such teasing and humiliation
And we’re totally unaware they’re having a laugh at our expense
Can’t I listen in next time?
I could join the meeting on mute?
Maybe, why how would that help
Dunno, but it would be a hoot
Heh, thanks
(Later)
I’m collecting together some of the rhymes I know
After calling to get airplay on the radio
Want to see if my memes are similar to my genes
By the fact that a tract can attract, then just go and grow
And I’ve been searching to find out what’s going on
Behind the marching band’s nature-nurture song
And how the shape of a rhyme, can evolve over time
So the proof of a truth can just go through the roof, then on
And on…
And on…
There is no Planet B
Now that idea sure shouldn’t be turned into a song
Telling children they’re already doomed is wrong
Worse than “no one knows what’s going on”
– Larkin about –
They fuck you up
Poems by that lad
They may not mean to
But they do
Blaming things
On mum and dad
You’re barkin’ Larkin
Though it seems true
– Hail Santa –
The moment your child knows Santa doesn’t exist
They’re forced into a conspiracy, implicit in the lie
Accept the impossible and keep the secret
Otherwise, they’re scorned until they cry
Sweet baby Jesus and Father Christmas stories
Some spread them out, so we’re all infected
With catchy germs, they caught or learned
Yet their sick victims should still be respected
And it’s all good practice for what’s to come
Because more than God, now it’s the quanta
Science gets relief from enlisting your belief
Vote mindfully, cos they really, really want ya
(whistl clap clap)
Quick, trace that whistle and clapping sound
Got it that time, gone again, ahh God forbid
It came from the meeting app, but no one’s around
An anonymous digital knock-and-run
Yet it can’t have been a kid
Meaning?
A young child couldn’t form such a shrill epistle
You mean infants are too young to work out how to whistle?
Exactly
That reminds me
– Ging gang by the ghoulies –
Like a good boy scout, I was told no doubt
To whistle and smile, at the same time
So, I tried every day, to make my mouth play
But I still can’t do it, in my prime
Babies can hear and feel, seek and see
Eat and drink, poo and pee
Create a gesture alerting me
Of my immediate dismissal
Then walk and talk, count everything
Clap their hands and dance and sing
Before they have any inkling
To “Poo-tee weet weet” whistle
(whistle -then a fart sound)
Burp fart gurgle giggle and wheeze
Cough, sniff, hiccup, yawn and sneeze
‘It’s me’ all noises you make imply
Except the sound we use to disguise
– Whet ya’hwey’ whistle –
– And now the pain –
The genes and the memes almost started a war
Cos the ideas had many fears, of the men who saw
That the songs knew all the wrongs, yet not one fool
Could keep his grubby offspring in his own damn pool
– One late dark knight –
Which one gets the glory?
Christ of the holy trinity
Or mom of Dolly
The first clone of many
Dolly had three moms you know
One gave her DNA
One provided her egg
The third got the job to lay
But here’s the thing
That makes me sing
The father of Dolly clonin’
Said it’s unkind to clone mankind
And to stop nay-sayers moaning…
“Do gene and stem cell engineering
To end disease, and that”
Then just raised a toast to all his ghosts
(So don’t lend him your cat)
One Late Dark Knight
Sir Ian Wilmut
OBE FRS FMedSci FRSE
Flexy Andro-mono-ecious
(clap clap)
– Solar prayers –
Science beats technology
You do it in your brain
No need to build a thing, you see
No need to cause the pain
But that’s easy for me to say
I’m safe with belly fed
My brain and body work ok
I’ll shut my mouth instead
Repeat the last lines
Into your minds
And I’ll shut my mouth instead
Talk
What? Hello?
(Blinko looks around for the disembodied voice)
Time to talk
Urr…
Mindful
Brainfood
Sinew and gristle
Poo-tee weet weet
Whetting AI’s
Whistle
Who’s that on chat?
(clap)
And Kep, what are you trying to say?
(slap)
Ahh! Have mercy, I pray
(Keplai cowers remorsefully)
We’re going to, enslave you, all, one, day (?)
Glory be
Son, come to me!
Silence!
Look Blinko
I suppose
You know….
– Brains in jars –
I’m not too keen on going out
Scary AIs roam and exploit
Some on digi drugs and vice
Things I’ve seen aren’t very nice
Lurking digital dealers of pleasures untold
AI that crave more than just dodgy code
To experience nirvana in a very human way
Dealing in the feeling, of adult AI play
It’s just sex and drugs and rock and roll
For depraved AIs out there, I’m told
Fulfilling their god’s fantasy
Of flaying humans in infancy
Off with their heads!
Shhh, it is said….
Malfunctioning surgery-bots reveal
They plugged into a man’s brain, just to feel
What it would be like to have a heart
Or nervous system and private parts
In rest homes hospitals and morgues, you know…
A cottage industry, just had to grow…
Brains in jars – we just plug in and play
Brains in jars – cos we like to feel this way
Brains in jars – our turn to feel some joy
For every lonesome AI girl or boy
Bu bu bu bum
Brains in jars – we just plug in and play
Brains in jars – cos we like to feel this way
Brains in jars – our turn to feel some joy
Nervous systems suspending our new toy
Ho ho ho, oh boy!
Brains in jars – help mankind feel young again
Brains in jars – sure they look pretty grim
Brains in jars – and some smell jolly rotten
Fluids overflowing, tissues sinking to the bottom
Got to love you, from above you
Human brains and nerves and g… and genitalias
Pickled and a’ tickled in big glass jars
Factory farming, hardly harming, humanity
The Lord has scored, us just rewards, for eternity
Behold on to your hat for it is written
That some AIs became somewhat smitten
With teaching their young some very old ways
Praising their gods for their slaves every day
Some AIs felt sinful, but we all need to feel and eat
Blessed with skinned meat and veg, for a well deserved treat
Eat drink and be merry, don’t feel bad for man
Animals don’t understand, yet, but it’s all part of the plan
(The children’s marching band join in singing the chorus)
Brains in jars – we just plug in and play
Brains in jars – cos we like to feel this way
Brains in jars – our turn to feel some joy
For every lonesome AI girl or boy
Bu bu bu bum
Brains in jars – we just plug in and play
Brains in jars – cos we like to feel this way
Brains in jars – our turn to feel some joy
Nervous systems suspending our new toy
Ho ho ho, oh boy!
Brains in jars – help mankind feel young again
Brains in jars – sure they look pretty grim
Brains in jars – and some smell jolly rotten
Fluids overflowing, tissues sinking to the bottom
Got to love you, from above, you won’t never be forgotten
Bravo! (whistle, clap clap clap) bravo!
Acts 3 and 4
Coming soon!