One would think, after the reasonably long life I have lived, I might have some idea of who am I. How little we know.
Unbelievably, someone out there in cyberspace is compiling our history. They do it by tracking, listening to, spying on, profiling, analyzing, dissecting, and brain washing us.
Somewhere in those monster computers that rule the world, everything there is to know about us exists. Thanks to the Internet, they know our finances, interests, buying patterns, secret friends, appetite, both culinary and sexual, crimes, incomes, taxes and you name it.
Nothing is sacred.
I find it to be quite an annoyance and a bit unsettling. However, as a realist, what else do we expect from our governments and corporate benefactors. About the only thing they are good at is collecting all that personal stuff and having no idea what to do with it.
Because I have a tough time dealing with intangible things like the Internet or cyber space, we should have a name for that monster computer system.
Once when I was involved in the Society of the Mind, a group at the MIT Media Lab involved in artificial intelligence, I got to meet the great science fiction author Arthur C. Clarke. Clarke was about as far out as humans could be and he wrote the inspiration and screen play for an Oscar winning movie.
In the movie, 2001 Space Odyssey, HAL was the computer name, the same as the first name of a Congressman I worked for, but the movie gang used the letters because they preceded the initials of the largest computer company at the time, IBM. That is clever.
Today we need a new name to reflect the proliferation of computer companies and the way our identity and every move is under scrutiny and monitored.
I say we call it, hum, how about "Alice " - in honor of Alice Alice
On the other hand, J.R.R. Tolkein, another of my favorite authors, once posed a riddle and the answer is my name for the sinister clump of computers controlling the world, as we know it. How can you not like an author with three first names?
Here is the riddle:
“This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.”
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.”
-- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
The answer:
TIME...
Therefore, we shall call our master computer "TIME," an acronym for "The Intelligent Mind Enigma," which I guess means the only place to find intelligence is in a computer, stupid humans no longer count.
What does TIME tell me about me?
Every day a variety of emails arrive from somewhere out there in cyber space so these must certainly be the results of the TIME analysis of the subject, me.
First, I must be undersexed to a substantial degree, or sexually impotent, because there are Viagra and Cialis offers nearly every day to treat my erectile dysfunction. How does TIME know about what I do or do not do in bed?
Second, and what might support my undersexed condition, is the array of choices for a partner in life. Some days TIME thinks I need to Mingle with Christian women, some days Jewish women, some days Russian, Black, Asian, and European women, all in the interest of finding me the perfect match.
With such an amazing variety of women available to me, I must be classified as some kind of new kaleidoscope in the color spectrum when it comes to race and color as my choices go beyond the rainbow.
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| Russian Women |
Okay, so each day I receive TIME generated instructions on my sexual inadequacies and my choices in female companionship.
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| Israeli Women |
Other daily occurrences are the executive job offers, the stories matched to my interests, which include everything from politics to nature, environment to hunger, GMO to pharmaceutical drugs, Republican to Democrat, and about a dozen stock tips to become an overnight Bill Gates.
Because I am a journalist and choose to write about everything, TIME is confused about my interests. The computer does not believe humans can have such a varied interest as I indicate but humans may not be the only thing that is stupid.
Every screen I get on the Internet with the sole exception of The Coltons Point Times, which I write and still control, every other screen has virtually layers of virtual ads from the virtual warehouse of TIME.
Note; The Coltons Point Times does not allow ads of any kind, does not collect any email or other personal information on you, and does not participate in any collection of info other than basic data telling me where my readers live and what they read. All readers are autonomous.
TIME, that monster computer in cyberspace, is nothing more than a computer that collects everything, converts it to a digital electrical impulse, identifies everything there is to know about us, and has no clue what it means to be human.
TIME decides what is in our best interest based on our digital profile and probability analysis. Guess what, I am neither predictable nor probable. I live my life to disrupt all settled ideas while TIME functions as if all information is already settled.
Today I intend to disrupt TIME. I shall disallow system upgrades (no one really knows where upgrades come from), turn off the Internet, cut off power to my computer, and go listen to music. Let TIME try to analyze how that affects my profile.
I suppose, tomorrow I will have spam instructions on Mental Institutions if TIME works.
By the way, the TIME master computer is in all probability, a slave to more master computers of the intelligence agencies, corporations, churches, and all the other information parasites.
Stop digital domination. Break digital dependence. Do not be a digit eejit!
Be free - control technology, or be controlled by technology!
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