Information overload. Bring it on. I just want to be able to pipe it all into my brain more efficiently. There's so much worth knowing, and a temporal bottleneck. It is time which is the big problem, I try to do what I can, I now read my newses on my phone walking along the street and stuff as well, but I spend too much time filtering what is worth looking at later from what isn't and not enough time actually reading them. Part of the problem is my bespoke brain - although I have a great deal of hope that over time technology will get better and knowing what will and won't be of interest to me, like a span filter, within the newses which I subscribe to, I'm not so hopeful that it will be refined enough to meet my exact needs within my lifetime. Even if I hadn't found out last night that I can set Google Reader to automatically translate a feed from Japanese for me.
You see, it would be fairly simple, for instance, for it to understand that I didn't want any sports news. But that's only almost entirely correct - I'm happy to see something I might have an angle on. But let's say that it was so sophisticated that it would withold most sports stories from me but not quite all, it would retain that which it thought I might have an angle on: it would probably just be showing me what other people had an angle on. Perhaps other people who in a lot of ways write the sort of thing I write (not really, but you know what I mean, possibly), but even so - I prefer an angle that's not one that thousands of other people are taking at the same time. Will it ever be able to pick something to show me that would work with the unique It Is What It Is angle?
For it to do that, surely it would have to know me so well that it could write it for me too. And I'm not sure how I'd feel about that. Wouldn't there have to effectively be two of me, this one and another one that the computer had re-created? I'm not sure how I'd feel about the other one. It would make more sense in a way to hand over official Me status to that one, as it would last longer, give it more continuity. But it's hard not to think I'd be selfishly clinging onto my status as Me and get nasty if it tried to take it off me. The newer me, I'd hate the original one, I'd feel inferior to the one that I knew in a fundamental way was sort of more the real thing, and I'd want it to get out of the way so I could go on with being Me. He'd be an embarassment, an albatross about my neck, my oppressor. I'd get all hung up and insecure and by the time that one went I'd be as bad as him.
Unless I was progammed not to. But that wouldn't happen, he'd make sure of that, the twisted scheming fleshy little git, with his 'oh, I'm the original, you're just a copy' rubbish. In the night, when he was sleeping, naked, which is what he does, I'd...
Oops. Too much information.
that's all from me for now
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