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more basic ingredients. Down at that subatomic level, probability rules the
roost. An electron is a haze of alternative possibilities until an observer
inspects the situation. Whereupon the haze immediately clarifies into one
reality.
What s more, an electron seems to know about all the alternative paths it
could have followed, but didn t follow as if all the possibilities are real,
but only one actually exists. Electrons could even instantly know about the
state of another electron, previously nearby, but now far away in space and
time.
Words such as reality and actuality seemed to lose their sense in this quantum
world of paradoxes
although enough experiments, and a whole electronics industry, proved that
quantum theory was true.
Ultimately, reality wasn t something intrinsic to the world. It was closely
bound up with our own perceptions and consciousness.
And surely consciousness arose because of quantum coherence in the brain and
knowing-at-a-distance, as
Clare had maintained in her talk.
After her own presentation about microtubules in the brain, mystic input had
come from a Sufi speaker.
He had quoted an Islamic belief that God constantly recreates the universe
afresh at every moment.
How well this fitted with the quantum concept that an observation made now can
seemingly determine an event in the past. It was as if the whole universe was
constantly adjusting itself and its entire history to suit a new circumstance.
For we live in a cloud of possible universes which continually fluctuate and
by doing so, give rise to a single, stable universe.
Later, Durastanti had spoken strikingly about schizophrenia. So-called split
personality is a uniquely human disorder. Schizophrenia couldn t exist
without the human ability for self-reflective awareness.
Might it be, Durastanti had suggested, that schizophrenics are tuning in to
alternative, multiple realities?
That schizophrenics are sensing the ghosts of other worlds? Might it be that
the mind could contain memories of alternative existences residues of events
which never actually happened?
People with multiple personalities might be aware of real alternatives which
do not presently exist
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possible states of existence &
How wonderful, until now.
Jack, Orlando has polluted here as well !
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She told him about the story in the
Investigator
.
Bob Keyserling said, This hasn t made any waves. Or even any particles. All s
well that ends well. If you ll excuse me, there are fifty things to see to
The noise of mariachi music was receding. Knots of attendees had formed to
continue enthusiastic discussions. Others were heading back towards their
hotels to freshen up before coaches collected them in a couple of hours.
The sun still blazed. Clare s shadow was wandering away from her. The image of
her hat seemed larger than any sombrero. The light was so radiant that it
seemed as if it might shine right through buildings, rendering them
temporarily transparent, then restoring them to existence again, as before
or not quite as before.
Nothing was quite as before Bob Keyserling had told her about that story being
printed in America too.
Sue Sorel for invasion of privacy? For injury to her professional reputation?
Right now, if she had Pancho
Villa s pistol with real bullets in it, and Orlando in front of her, she could
cheerfully have shot him dead.
22
After a quick shower in her chalet in the Hacienda, Clare decided to phone
Harry Chang, the man who had invited her input to the Tin Man project. Maybe
phoning from Tucson was a little premature. But doing so would restore a sense
of purpose and self-esteem in the wake of what Bob Keyserling had told her.
Jack had said he intended to phone Angelo Vargas. She ought to phone someone
too.
Was it a bit late in the day to phone a corporation? Was California a
time-zone ahead? She wasn t sure.
Maybe companies in Silicon Valley worked around the dock.
She did reach the switchboard at QX in San Jose. The operator seemed
completely new to her job, as well as somewhat impatient. This only made Clare
more eager than ever to talk to Chang.
Could you please find out if he s in the Tin Man lab ?
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In the what, honey?
Clare explained.
Chang wasn t there, either. It dawned on Clare that the Hacienda probably
fixed its own inflated rates for calls from your own room she had invested
in this phone call!
Do you have a security desk? Will they know if he went home ?
The line disengaged itself. Had the operator tried to transfer the call to a
security desk? Maybe she was due to go off shift herself.
As Clare stepped out on to the veranda, someone was hastening from the
semi-private garden. Another guest, who had taken a wrong turn? An employee?
With a cursory knock on Jack s door, she entered what was the twin of her own
guest room.
Beamed ceiling. Tiled floor of burnt sienna. Mushroom rugs and bedspread to
match the plastered walls.
The fireplace in one corner resembled an open pot-bellied oven. Ensconced in a
brown armchair by a highly polished round darkwood table, Jack was just
putting down the phone.
Angelo says he s leaving the key under the pot plant, unquote. All his plants
have colour-coded spots.
Green for the thirsty ones. Orange for twice a week. Red for once a week. We
can t go wrong.
I tried phoning QX, Jack, but I couldn t reach Chang. If we re hoping to make
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an early start I ll try phoning again on the way. Harry Chang had already
mailed to her in England a useful folding laminated map of San Jose. Funny,
isn t it? It s been so stimulating here. Now we can t wait to get going.
Thanks to Orlando.
Stuff him. Jack rubbed his hands. A week in San Francisco in a house to
ourselves &
Yes! She smiled, she nodded. I shan t let him spoil our time together.
23
The barbecue site was on a small hill just west of downtown. The coach driver
had commented over the
PA that last century the peak was used to keep watch for Indians on the
warpath. Later, football fans raided the same peak to paint a giant letter A
when the local university team trounced Cal State Pomona.
Every October, on the anniversary of victory, freshmen kept up the tradition
with a whitewash party.
The view across the valley was magical. All the lights of Tucson were backed
by the dark serrated wall of
file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/075920733X.htm (49 of 269)
[1/10/2005 1:11:11 AM]
Hard Questions the Santa Catalina Mountains under a starry sky blurred by city
glow and smog. Big patio torches illuminated a bar set up beside a
refrigerated van of soft drinks, wines and Mexican beers. A catering van stood
by the barbecue. Beef was broiling aromatically near a table of salads. Such a
scent drifted. By the light of the big candles on stakes clusters of people
were eating and drinking and chinwagging about the topics of the past four
days.
As she and Jack and Bob Keyserling sipped a rather lightweight Zinfandel, the
chairman said to Clare, I
don t wish to embarrass you or rake any dirt. I m kind of curious about this
idea of quantum computers becoming self-aware. What exactly would they be
aware of?
Well, of their own internal state
Yeah, but look, our own minds develop due to a world of experiences and
information. Where s the equivalent learning-context for a computer?
That s what the Tin Man project is about. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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more basic ingredients. Down at that subatomic level, probability rules the
roost. An electron is a haze of alternative possibilities until an observer
inspects the situation. Whereupon the haze immediately clarifies into one
reality.
What s more, an electron seems to know about all the alternative paths it
could have followed, but didn t follow as if all the possibilities are real,
but only one actually exists. Electrons could even instantly know about the
state of another electron, previously nearby, but now far away in space and
time.
Words such as reality and actuality seemed to lose their sense in this quantum
world of paradoxes
although enough experiments, and a whole electronics industry, proved that
quantum theory was true.
Ultimately, reality wasn t something intrinsic to the world. It was closely
bound up with our own perceptions and consciousness.
And surely consciousness arose because of quantum coherence in the brain and
knowing-at-a-distance, as
Clare had maintained in her talk.
After her own presentation about microtubules in the brain, mystic input had
come from a Sufi speaker.
He had quoted an Islamic belief that God constantly recreates the universe
afresh at every moment.
How well this fitted with the quantum concept that an observation made now can
seemingly determine an event in the past. It was as if the whole universe was
constantly adjusting itself and its entire history to suit a new circumstance.
For we live in a cloud of possible universes which continually fluctuate and
by doing so, give rise to a single, stable universe.
Later, Durastanti had spoken strikingly about schizophrenia. So-called split
personality is a uniquely human disorder. Schizophrenia couldn t exist
without the human ability for self-reflective awareness.
Might it be, Durastanti had suggested, that schizophrenics are tuning in to
alternative, multiple realities?
That schizophrenics are sensing the ghosts of other worlds? Might it be that
the mind could contain memories of alternative existences residues of events
which never actually happened?
People with multiple personalities might be aware of real alternatives which
do not presently exist
file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/075920733X.htm (47 of 269)
[1/10/2005 1:11:11 AM]
Hard Questions except in their heads where the electrons know about other
possible states of existence &
How wonderful, until now.
Jack, Orlando has polluted here as well !
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ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html
She told him about the story in the
Investigator
.
Bob Keyserling said, This hasn t made any waves. Or even any particles. All s
well that ends well. If you ll excuse me, there are fifty things to see to
The noise of mariachi music was receding. Knots of attendees had formed to
continue enthusiastic discussions. Others were heading back towards their
hotels to freshen up before coaches collected them in a couple of hours.
The sun still blazed. Clare s shadow was wandering away from her. The image of
her hat seemed larger than any sombrero. The light was so radiant that it
seemed as if it might shine right through buildings, rendering them
temporarily transparent, then restoring them to existence again, as before
or not quite as before.
Nothing was quite as before Bob Keyserling had told her about that story being
printed in America too.
Sue Sorel for invasion of privacy? For injury to her professional reputation?
Right now, if she had Pancho
Villa s pistol with real bullets in it, and Orlando in front of her, she could
cheerfully have shot him dead.
22
After a quick shower in her chalet in the Hacienda, Clare decided to phone
Harry Chang, the man who had invited her input to the Tin Man project. Maybe
phoning from Tucson was a little premature. But doing so would restore a sense
of purpose and self-esteem in the wake of what Bob Keyserling had told her.
Jack had said he intended to phone Angelo Vargas. She ought to phone someone
too.
Was it a bit late in the day to phone a corporation? Was California a
time-zone ahead? She wasn t sure.
Maybe companies in Silicon Valley worked around the dock.
She did reach the switchboard at QX in San Jose. The operator seemed
completely new to her job, as well as somewhat impatient. This only made Clare
more eager than ever to talk to Chang.
Could you please find out if he s in the Tin Man lab ?
file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/075920733X.htm (48 of 269)
[1/10/2005 1:11:11 AM]
Hard Questions
In the what, honey?
Clare explained.
Chang wasn t there, either. It dawned on Clare that the Hacienda probably
fixed its own inflated rates for calls from your own room she had invested
in this phone call!
Do you have a security desk? Will they know if he went home ?
The line disengaged itself. Had the operator tried to transfer the call to a
security desk? Maybe she was due to go off shift herself.
As Clare stepped out on to the veranda, someone was hastening from the
semi-private garden. Another guest, who had taken a wrong turn? An employee?
With a cursory knock on Jack s door, she entered what was the twin of her own
guest room.
Beamed ceiling. Tiled floor of burnt sienna. Mushroom rugs and bedspread to
match the plastered walls.
The fireplace in one corner resembled an open pot-bellied oven. Ensconced in a
brown armchair by a highly polished round darkwood table, Jack was just
putting down the phone.
Angelo says he s leaving the key under the pot plant, unquote. All his plants
have colour-coded spots.
Green for the thirsty ones. Orange for twice a week. Red for once a week. We
can t go wrong.
I tried phoning QX, Jack, but I couldn t reach Chang. If we re hoping to make
Page 33
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an early start I ll try phoning again on the way. Harry Chang had already
mailed to her in England a useful folding laminated map of San Jose. Funny,
isn t it? It s been so stimulating here. Now we can t wait to get going.
Thanks to Orlando.
Stuff him. Jack rubbed his hands. A week in San Francisco in a house to
ourselves &
Yes! She smiled, she nodded. I shan t let him spoil our time together.
23
The barbecue site was on a small hill just west of downtown. The coach driver
had commented over the
PA that last century the peak was used to keep watch for Indians on the
warpath. Later, football fans raided the same peak to paint a giant letter A
when the local university team trounced Cal State Pomona.
Every October, on the anniversary of victory, freshmen kept up the tradition
with a whitewash party.
The view across the valley was magical. All the lights of Tucson were backed
by the dark serrated wall of
file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/075920733X.htm (49 of 269)
[1/10/2005 1:11:11 AM]
Hard Questions the Santa Catalina Mountains under a starry sky blurred by city
glow and smog. Big patio torches illuminated a bar set up beside a
refrigerated van of soft drinks, wines and Mexican beers. A catering van stood
by the barbecue. Beef was broiling aromatically near a table of salads. Such a
scent drifted. By the light of the big candles on stakes clusters of people
were eating and drinking and chinwagging about the topics of the past four
days.
As she and Jack and Bob Keyserling sipped a rather lightweight Zinfandel, the
chairman said to Clare, I
don t wish to embarrass you or rake any dirt. I m kind of curious about this
idea of quantum computers becoming self-aware. What exactly would they be
aware of?
Well, of their own internal state
Yeah, but look, our own minds develop due to a world of experiences and
information. Where s the equivalent learning-context for a computer?
That s what the Tin Man project is about. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]