9/7/11

Slipstream ©2011GaryCGibson (philosophical science fiction)

“Mankind is the only living thing that gratuitously kills life without eating it. God made all life templates de nova as deterministic possibilities yet human beings are about the only species that make things too-mostly inorganic contingencies, yet mankind pervasively kills animal and plant life eliminating countless species from existence- turning back its own prospects for survival. Animal and insect life reinforces plant life propagation and their existence. The challenge for human beings as an intelligent species is to be creative without killing living things needlessly. Mankind is part of the web of life. Truth and justice given by God is humanity’s example of tolerance and support of life.”

“Those are good thoughts Captain.”

“Take it down Lieutenant.”

Dropping through atmospheric thermoclines the UFO hypersonic shape saucer adjusted intent to a dead stop hovering upon the surface of the deep.

As if uncertainty had resolved it dropped with a plop beneath the sea waters coming to rest in 15 fathoms off Haiyang Island at the edge of the Yellow Sea.

Captain Meredith Oberdark ordered her wing pods retracted for silent contemplation and for emergency take off flipping the cap from a cold bottle of her own Alibzin special light rice beer drinking deeply aware of its exquisite flavor.

She quaffed the brew rejoining command with a belch then said “Lt. Khabarov, what’s up?”

Lieutenant Claude Khabarov was the fourth son of a line of dishwasher/prep cooks from Cleveland who sought a different adventure and enlisted in the elite Enterprise Naval Force in the servo-officer training program graduating near the bottom of his class. His rise to assistant UFO commander was meteoric.

Looking at his surfactant beam transponder display he said “Nothing besides a dozen pond skipper-jets. They must be floating for hydrogen refueling before returning to a trimaran carrier refueling float at the outer Pacific patrol line.”

“Good enough Lt. Lets cover the quantum book of vector changes.”

Beneath the solid state matter of the Universe with its atoms locked into a discrete formation of interconnecting force and particles of force exchanged like a semi-solid fog lay an improbable field of uncertainty wherein no solid mass or particle-no atoms or quark of any universe existed. Instead, infinite waves of potential existed from which a few elect virtual particles could emerge into a vacuum state. That vacuum state gradually accumulated enough virtual particles to comprise mass forming its own relationships that could not easily return to the realm of potential being.

The solid state of the Universe developed its own protocol of forces, however it was inherently unstable and in change. It implicitly expanded away from itself into further space and it did so with the illusion of order-an order that appeared to be time to intelligent beings that emerged from the quantum cloud to observe its change and progress. The implicit complexity of relationships and potential of the solid state of a quantum cloud emerged from an infinite realm of potential giving an order unto what was regarded as a Universe by mankind.

“What year did the Chinese Qing dynasty give up the Island of Taiwan in a treaty to Japan Lieutenant?”

“Uh, 1895 it was Captain.”

“And what year did the Kuomintang take control of Taiwan Lieutenant?”

“That be 1949 Captain Ma’am. It was after the Japanese efforts to win Manchuria and more of China fell through, and when the Nationalist Government lost the civil war. They had nowhere else to go, and the former imperial power had no military forces to keep it- having experienced a recent military loss.”

“Then there is no legal reason why the Peoples Dictatorship will trouble the Taiwanese Trading Partners?”

“Well Captain, being an associate dishwasher-scholar in Asian research, I can’t think of anything(k) besides the 37,000 conflicting patent applications filed each day relating to Asian inventions, or the hyper-secret quantum computer invention program research projects developed to out-invent and file for more patents than us or the TTP. That’s why we’re here t’isn’t it Captain, to make patent defenses of intellectual properties?”

“Forget that Lieutenant, just tell me how many micro fish brains are in the Yellow Sea between here and Port Arthur.”

The micro fish brain developed out of the ultra-secret naval advanced research projects institute on Koba Strasse in Zurich beyond an unbreakable key coded vault door guarded by Amazon warriors in synthetic cheetah skins with HK-Blazer guns. The small fish were difficult to spot yet in schools of millions and millions could swim in coordination at high speed like a swarm of piranha on steroids buzzing around their target before receiving the go code to detonate.

Brains cannot be judged by size alone-if that was so whales would rule the world. They have big hearts and the biggest brains, yet the neurons are large and so are the axon connectors between neurons. As everyone knows computer processing designers work to create smaller and more densely packed microcircuits on chips rather than larger ones.

Scientifically engineered stuffing and concentration of transistors closely packed on a chip increases information processing speed-the quicker and better ability to process information lets tremendously larger flops of data bits to tossed per second. If all of the information representing the Universe could process itself in a split second the result might be equivalent to 1 equals 1 to the infinite power, or not.

It might be more productive to pluralize universal data rather than to calculate it all into a reduced monistic status. Information adds up to intelligence.

Whales may have cooled their large yet not to densely packed brains by moving from land mammals into sea mammals, yet large, densely packed computer chips have an overheating problem some have solved by locating super-computers on the moon in regions never seeing sunlight and some have conjectured that the ultimate super-computer might be a quantum computer in temperatureless space of potential rather than actual.

Why this Universe of solid state matter could not be the actualization of a self-determining omniscient super-computer or Supreme Being is hard to say. Many believe the Universe is an actualization of one or an infinite number of potential idea concepts of a Supreme Being; it hadn’t anything to do with the patenting wars of Earth though.

Captain Oberdark was sent to gather intelligence as a kind of test cat’s paw. She wondered why her ship and crew was chosen for regional insinuation when remote intelligence sources would have worked just fine. An order for trilobites appeared on her DNA activated communication decoder ring.

“There are seven billion micro-fish brains in the area Captain. A minimum of two billion seem to be allied fish brains of friendly corporate controllers. Incidentally there are 27 actual biological fish worth catching for food swimming in the sea as well.”

“We have a few minutes more to gather intelligence here Lieutenant; activate the passive array pod, and activate the Free Network News.”

In the Church of the American Flag on the Rue de Droit near Ten Commandments National Park a riot was in progress with the Mayor’s order arresting all the city homeless that would not stay in churches and off public property.

The rioters wore middle class armbands and marked ballots for the Uniparty platform ordering tax cuts for the rich and dirty air to inhale. They made no sense of it all, and were glad for that.

A speaker strode forth from their midst to speak to the crowd a little after nine this morning. Up the steps of the Church he turned to face the mob; his precious mob, and delivered another beloved lecture.

“Idiots! Rational numbers have decimal extensions that can go on forever! It is never possible to finish a particular number as it has the potential to continue to infinity. One can never get to the last number of pi to continue on the journey of listing all rational numbers between three and four. That is our prop blem today!”

The congregation appreciated Motivator Zak’s remarkable, intuitive insight. Like a buzz of cicadas the noise of acclamation rose to swell with crescendo and drop off like a coyote running beyond the edge of a cliff during a chase.

The effort to rebuild a full employment economic condition in the global warming era is challenging. The recession of arable land giving way to new desert is a global phenomenon too difficult politically to react to with affirmative action. That would require politically intelligent leadership- a rare item in a synthetic corporate democracy.

One must balance twin and opposite concerns of defending individual liberty and public security simultaneously. With economic competition and concentrated wealth political challenges of a society increase ossification.

Political trading blocs make de facto religions of economically proprietary power evolving to reinforce atheist weltanschauung-world views-as well as theist. Few populist theist politicizers are interested in the problem of quantum uncertainty or of the aggregated improbability of a solid state material universe in a vacuum space with patterns recognizably phenomenal.

Political problems on Earth can be corrected with brighter, more honest, better political leaders. Problems of religion can be corrected with a right relationship to God rather than corrupt secular authorities.

Corrupt sodomic producer-oligarch consumerist establishment sought to convert the polity into becoming and being rational numbered moron-consumers units.

Motivator Zak described a way to reform marriage that would end its creeping corruption from modernism, divorce, homosexuality and from being a tool of sophist social fiscal advantage.

Social contract couple licenses in the United States could rectify the corrupted state of the institution of marriage. Renewable five year social contracts for couples with right of renewal could be issued in several classes such as with or without procreation. Twenty percent of the couples’ earnings could be set aside for end of contract bonus ending divorce or alimony. Child support would exist at a ten percent of each biological parent’s earning rate until the child reached maturity.

Adoptive parents would also incur a permanent 10% of income per child support tax regardless of the end of a social couple contract. Savings would be encouraged with the renewable set aside that would be disbursed to couples individual accounts at retirement age besides and then resume.

Motivator Zak had said that adopted and biological children alike would inherit 10% of any parent’s estate with the remainder a matter of parental will. If there were more children than inheritance, the percentage shared would rationally decrease.

It all seemed reasonable to Motivator Zak, and to his few hundred disciples in Congress at the end of Congress Street in a shining building on a hill. It meant little to the rest of the world who had no interest even in ecological economics or sustainable Earth ecosphere.

“Well Lieutenant, I got what I wanted here; a place to have a cold one. Let’s get over to T-3 before the struggling masses yearning to breathe free blow up a few billion of their micro fish brains around here.”

“Roger that Captain, lift off!”

Inboard magneto-crawlers drew the UFO silently upward through the water column. It shimmered on the surface of the sea as a stealth illusion of emptiness wrapping the horizons of instant time around it fully fueled with hydrogen and returning false molecular radar echoes of ambient molecular content around its acceleration. Flying through the Earth’s magnetic field lines in the ultra light super-conducting ship at speed not even the slightest morphing of the sky might have been visible to direct or indirect observation technology.

“Rig for silent running Lieutenant.”

“We are silent running Captain.”

“Yeh right, pass over another brew. Set a course for Tibet-3, there is a load of trilobite fossils for the Museum of Magellan Galaxy.”

“Got it. We will be at T-3 in a couple minutes.”

Planetary magnetic field impulse power was adequate for the quick trip. They arrived at a floating sky dock with a lift from the ground. Loading trilobites and seasoned take-out containers into the ship’s cargo bay they were quickly over way.

For the journey to the Magellan Galaxy the tiny ship slip streamed across the frothy top of quantum uncertainty bordering the steady state universe.

Tying up the steady state boundary of their delineated quantum data with the underlying uncertainty principles they passed between time and its order in the steady state of deterministic reality letting the Universe space between galaxies pass naturally beneath them before disengaging from the fog of uncertainty.

The solid state universe has an apparent order of time while the frothy slip stream of uncertainty hasn’t a direction of time. Returning to the local space-time of an expanding Universe was simple letting it move on beneath the atemporal froth or adjusting a point of detachment from the intertemporal flux of the slip stream.

Entering the atmosphere of the dark Museum planet the UFO was forced to slow and wait behind a long line of space ships at the port of entry.

“This place gives me the creeps Captain.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean-give me another delightful rice beer.”

“Captain, may I ask a question?”

“Sure.”

“Where are your people from on Earth?”

“They were living in Northern Russia 26,000 years ago Lieutenant. I don’t know where they went to after that-they never write.”

“What is with this world Captain?”

“Nothing special Lieutenant. It’s located by a main sequence star in the prime habitation zone in one of hundreds of galaxies named for Ferdinand Magellan. This Magellan galaxy is in the Hydra-Centaurus group moving toward The Great Wall. The Museum planet has a digital atlas of the known life content of the Universe represented in digital holography-hence the trilobites from ancient terra seas.

If you ever venture outside the traffic lane, avoid contact with the massless anti-massless field cold copying the artifacts-it hasn’t gravity, time or space-intervals and in some way allows infinite data packing without heat or gravitational affects.”

“How does that work?”

“Good question Lieutenant and I will take the time to answer, at the rate this line is moving we may not make it to Plotinus Station on time.

Gravity only occurs as a field within mass generally, within Universes with a surplus of baryonic matter residual from an initial cancelling out of anti-matter with mass. Mass has a slight survival advantage in patterned recombinant chirility over antimatter leaving a modest surplus of mass.

Creating massless anti-particles without the potential for making energy or gravity when they meet up with select massless particles allows an infinite quantity of representational data to be stored within an infinitely small area of non-space-time. It’s a useful thing to have if you have lots of videos and music to store.”

“O.K.” Captain.

“Packing an infinite amount of information within an infinitely small area without adding mass that would produce gravity or space-time affects is simple enough with an infinite capacity to generate dimensions and to place massless data in the same area.

The greater problem is actually that of running out of information to input into the storage area that has infinite potential to input additional information.”

“What occurs if an infinite amount of information does input to the storage hole-does the Universe turn itself inside out Captain.”

The tiny UFO at last followed a vast Tranugrin war freighter through the shining veil of waveform security into the great chasm of the museum of forms. Thousands of feet above the opulent anti-string filter of the one storage infinity dark clouds of an enigmatic fog swirled tendrils miles in length about the UFO. Captain Oberdark pulled over to an artificially intelligent, adjustable museum deposit chute and stopped.

“So, here we are Lieutenant-download the trilobites. Many dishes await you at the station.”

“There aren’t any dishes at the station Ma’am.”

“I’ll make some.”

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