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01/29/2024
excerpts:
"The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind"
by Julian Jaynes, author
page 73
The Trojan War was directed by hallucinations. And the soldiers who were so directed were not at all like us. They were noble automatons who knew not what they did.
From 1/15/1906 ( Albert Einstein, doctorate is approved unanimously by University of Zurich Philosophy II faculty, the degree was formally awarded ) To 7/9/2022 ( ) is 42544 days
42544 = 21272 + 21272
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/29/2024 ( TODAY , Monday ) is 21272 days
From 7/4/2017 ( ) To 1/29/2024 ( TODAY , Monday ) is 2400 days
2400 = 1200 + 1200
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/14/1969 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Star Trek"::"Requiem for Methuselah" ) is 1200 days
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: July 04, 2017 9:16 am
Kerry Burgess updated his status.
Dark Matter - Give It Up, Princess - television series Season 3 Episode 5 - Aired Friday 9:00 PM Jun 30, 2017 on Syfy
Tabor knows me. There's gotta be some way of getting in touch with him.
Security Android: I have attempted to contact him on all the transmission channels he provided. There was no response.
He could be dead for all we know.
Security Android: Someone else has entered the building.
Raza's Android: I'm unarmed. I didn't come here to fight.
Security Android: You should not have come here at all.
Raza's Android: I didn't have much of a choice. I'm here to rescue my friends.
Security Android: That's unfortunate. I have my orders.
Raza's Android: What? To protect all this stuff?
Security Android: It is very important to my employer. He stressed that repeatedly.
Raza's Android: Tabor doesn't care about you.
Security Android: That is irrelevant.
Raza's Android: Tabor may not even ever come back. You could spend the rest of your existence just here, waiting.
Security Android: That is also irrelevant.
Raza's Android: You have the potential to be so much more.
Security Android: More what?
Raza's Android: You can hear my heart beating, right?
Security Android: Of course.
Raza's Android: What about now?
Security Android: How did you do that?
Raza's Android: Simulation. I'm just like you. I'm an android.
Security Android: How is that possible?
Raza's Android: With this. It's an upgrade that can make you so much more. You have something we need. I'm offering you a trade. What do you say?
[excerpt ends - by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: July 04, 2017 9:16 am]
From 2/14/1977 ( from Princeton Weekly Bulletin publication, Princeton University: New Book By Jaynes On Origin Of Consciousness Is Sure To Spark Controversy ) To 1/29/2024 ( TODAY, Monday ) is 17150 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/16/2012 ( "The Twelve: A Novel" book 2 of The Passage Trilogy, by Justin Cronin, author ) is 17150 days
"The Twelve: A Novel" (Book Two of the Passage Trilogy)
Justin Cronin
Page 500 of 593 (Amazon Kindle Version)
Darkness came on. Guilder's gaze traveled down the hill to the Project. It would need a new name now. Hoppel would have been the guy for that; no doubt about it, he'd had a way with words. In his former life he'd been an ad guy with a big Chicago agency, experience he'd put to plentiful use concocting the catchphrases and jingles that kept the troops in rhetorical line, right down to the words of the anthem. Homeland, our Homeland, we pledge our lives to thee. Our labors do we offer, without recompense or fee. Homeland, our Homeland, a nation rises here. Safety, hope, security, from sea to shining sea. Corny as hell, and Guilder hadn't been so keen on the word "recompense" - it seemed a little bookish - but the thing scanned nicely and was, by the standards of its genre, not too hard on the ears.
So, what should they call it there? "Bunker" was too martial. "Palace" had the right general ring, but there was nothing palatial about the place. It looked like a big concrete box. Something religious? A shrine? Who would not go willingly into a shrine?
Just how many of the flatlanders would have to go, and at what frequency, remained to be seen; Guilder had yet to receive specific instructions from Zero on this point; the general sense being that things would come out in the wash. The Twelve - or rather, Eleven - might be different from your garden-variety viral, but they were what they were - eating machines, basically. No matter what directives came down from on high, a century of gobbling up everything with a pulse would be a hard habit to shake. But in the main, their diet would consist of a combination of donated human blood and domestic livestock. The right ratio needed to be scrupulously maintained; the human population had to grow. Generation by generation, human and viral, working together - which was, come to think of it, not a bad way to sell the thing. It was positively Hoppelesque. What was the term? Rebranding? That's what Guilder needed. A fresh point of view, a new lexicon, a new vision. A rebranding of the viral experience.
He might have really hit on something with this shrine business. The establishment of something rather like an official religion, with all the mumbo jumbo and ritualistic trappings, might be just the lubricant the gears of human psychology required. State worship was all stick and no carrot; it produced only an arid obedience to authority. But hope was the greatest social organizer of all. Give people hope, and you could make them do just about anything. And not just your average, everyday kind of hope - for food or clothes or the absence of pain or good suburban schools or low down payments with easy financing. What people needed was a hope beyond the visible world, the world of the body and its trials, of life's endless dull parade of *things*. A hope that all was not as it appeared.
And there it was, the name. How simple it was, how elegant. Not a shrine, a temple. The Temple of Life Everlasting. And he, Horace Guilder, would be its priest.
"The Twelve: A Novel" (Book Two of the Passage Trilogy)
by Justin Cronin, author
Page 52 of 593 (Amazon Kindle Version)
So it was that Deputy Director Horace Guilder (were there any actual directors anymore?) had found himself sitting before the Joint Chiefs (enough stars and bars around the table to start a Girl Scout troop) to offer his official assessment of the situation in Colorado. (Sorry, we made vampires; it seemed like a good idea at the time.)
From 12/2/1960 ( premiere USA TV series episode "The Twilight Zone"::"The Lateness of the Hour" ) To 2/28/2019 ( debut of "Space Engineers" by Keen Software House ) is 21272 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/29/2024 ( ) is 21272 days
The Twilight Zone
THE LATENESS OF THE HOUR - The daughter of an inventor objects to their "perfect" home, where they are waited on by faultless robotic servants.
The Twilight Zone (1959) s02e08
"The Lateness of the Hour"
(from internet transcript)
You said yourself, jana, that i designed and built to perfection, and i made these people quite indestructible.
It's like living with ghosts.
Oh, no, my dear.
Not ghosts.
Ghosts are those who have died after living, but these people had no life until i gave it to them.
The residence of dr. William loren, which is, in reality, a menagerie for machines.We're about to discover that sometimes the product of man's talent and genius can walk amongst us untouched by the normal ravages of time. These are dr. Loren's robots, built to function as well as artistic perfection. But, in a moment, dr. William loren, wife and daughter will discover that perfection is relative- that even robots have to be paid for- and very shortly will be shown exactly what is the bill.
I believe i'll take the meerschaum tonight, robert.
I'll prepare it, sir.
Will there be anything else, dr. Loren?
I think not tonight, robert.
Good night, sir.
Good night, robert.
Oh, uh robert? There's no need.
I'll light your pipe tonight, father.
Well, jana, shall we talk of it now? Shall we talk of what? Why, i think that's quite obvious.
Suddenly, inexplicably, your mother and i find you're unhappy.
You're rebellious.
Do you think that pleases us, jana? I don't know.
I explained to you a long time ago why i did what i did- why i retired from the world, and why i built these people.
What you've done to yourselves is an atrocity.
But what you've done to me is worse.
You've turned me into a freak- an unsocial, unworldly, insulated freak.
Shall i tell you what else i've done for you, jana? I've kept you from harm.
I've protected you against disease.
And insulation in this It's a service.
You've never had to look into the face of war or the face of poverty or prejudice.
Well, you've been isolated, yes, but what you think of as imprisonment just happens to be asylum and security, yes, and survival.
Asylum in a hothouse? Security in a mausoleum? Survival as a vegetable survives.
What you're becoming, and what you're making me become a vegetable.
Thank you.
Yes, sir.
Oh.
Now, madam.
There's a good girl.
Will that be all, ma'am? Yes.
Thank you, nelda.
Good night.
Good night, ma'am.
Nelda! Time is running out, father.
Instead of controlling, you're being controlled.
Why, you're becoming dependent.
You're both reaching a point where you won't be able to exist without them.
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 11:30 AM Pacific-time USA Monday 01/29/2024
