The homosapien is a fair enough creature. When we are born, our brains begin as what they shall remain with ensuing age; despite brains might develop unto adulthood, and despite minds seem to get fuzzy upon life’s twilight, the brain’s functions never change throughout life’s course. The brain is a thought machine of several vocations. Half of its duties pertain to pleasing the body and keeping the body in some sort of homeostasis. The other half of the brain’s duties pertains to encoding perception. A massive duty which shall always exist. It is to figure out just what the hell we are dealing with in this world, and what it really means which, demands greater and greater deepness as we evolve. Our brains function from the get-go it seems as big picture calculators that may calculate answers constrained to isolation inside of enfocussed queries but not without mindfulness of countless extraneous relationships that don’t pertain to our objectives, very well. This is because survival instincts encourage big picture mindfulness; to survive we must account for many things––we MUST expect the unexpected; hence why we always do though we may choose to push it away. Perception is compartmentally breadthful, especially when you look around you and take it all in, so it’s unsurprising that we think depthfully reflective of the human sensory which, tends to not to lose its cool despite constantly fed with stimuli through 5 distinct channels of sensory. A lot is always going on, and we must always find sense in the crashing waves of conflicting information. Inter-socially, this frequent state of mind sets the tone for an assertive theory of mind to emerge; this is a frequent state of mind in which big pictures seem to manifest, perhaps due to omissions of doubt by the mind of denial, permitting confidence to rise before it even finds its feet. We have evolved for comparatively profound adeptness in predicting outcomes, when we consider what competes with us. Yes, with a pass or fail, hit or miss, yay or nay, float or sink, do or die, type of accuracy, but the human capacity for making predictions seems unrivaled by any animal we find on the Earth. People say dolphins are really smart, and I bet it’s largely true, but fuck that; if you eat whole raw fish out of my hand and jump through hoops on my command, you’re not smarter than me. Predicting outcomes––It’s how we do. But without the ability to compound knowledge, we in this modern age would certainly resolve to primitive tactics of primordial people; fuck, we’d actually be dolphins; fuck, we’d be something less. Nobody knows how to make fucking plastic, man, or a microwave, dude, or nuclear fission, without compounded knowledge; we’re not hardwired to know these things offhand; we can’t even make bookshelves without instructions; offhand we cannot retain a fraction of the shit we know how to do with compounded knowledge. We’re probably not smarter yet than ancient Greeks were when Hellenic culture emerged; even though we have so much more now than ancient Greeks could maybe dream, all of this that we enjoy––our satellites, our submarines, our fidget spinners––all of it is compounded knowledge, which has computed out in linear by the same old brains as yesterday, or those that were working upon the day present intelligence in fact emerged. Without compounded knowledge, it would be far much worse than just no hot pockets and no bags to put our weed in; it would be ultra-medieval, human insight would be shrouded in true darkness, and life in essence would be profoundly primordial in effect. We’d have short term memories and a normal set of instincts, but that would be all we’d have to work with if we found ourselves without the ability to compound knowledge. We would not be dolphins, and we would not be cavemen; we would not be chimpanzees; fuck, we would not even be dogs; not even hamsters, we would be Goddamn salamanders. We would constantly just be waiting for that accidental big break in evolution to come lift us up in the greater order, whilst doing nothing intentional to become better as salamanders. Funny how it turned out that after 17 million years of salamander living, which we spent mostly under fallen trees and beneath the thicks of ivey beds in equatorial forests of Pangea, it was widespread soil acidity changes, caused by double hitting super volcanoes, which basically gave us the gift of a slightly brighter light bulb once we adapted to conditions, and once we grew independent from both soft tilled soil and stanky trapped air; once we did so, we had already acquired new preys, we adapted for a decrease in our humidity requirements and we became reptiliomorphs––yippee. Somehow we then later became enormous dinosaurs, until we became freakish birds, and then mammaliomorphs, and then arboreal rodents, and then monkeys, and then apes, and then at last, finally, we became humans. Therefore, just how we as modern humans shall evolve is a juicy question. Will biology adapt to technology? How will it do so? Recording information has taken us very far; the historical record is a highly evolved system of compounding knowledge; a mother orca whale that teaches a hunting technique to her offspring through her own example is something less evolved, perhaps, but it is something that we also do. Memory is greatly benefited by one’s study of the written record. Perhaps memory is like an organ, or better a muscle, which can be strengthened, weakened or sustained in normalcy, but if the environment does not demand a behavior, no adaptation can be made. Perhaps it is Lamarckian to think otherwise, but it seems most logical that non reactive behaviors will not enforce a change within a species. If conditions in consciousness, ie- societal schemas, morality, culture laws or what have us, may supersede conditions in the environment, ie- technology, the food chain, global warming, etcetera––and if the two, the mind and life, may become the same, then maybe it could happen, but only if the species-wide practice of this adaptation seeking behavior emboldens grace with advancing generations. Basically, this adaptation seeking behavior must have to prevail as something that is long enough lasting for biology to self-recode and tweak the human model with an adaptation. Rumi said what we seek is seeking us, and apparently he could have been an evolutionary biologist for that reason. This principle means that cellular sentience is a thing. Cellular sentience must learn cognitional behaviors and replace the functions, on the cellular level, of whatever systems stand in the way to prevent cognitional behaviors from manifesting desired ends. This is much the same thought as the old Darwinian model of the finches that evolved certain beaks for eating certain nuts. What we seek is seeking us, but what we seek is always sought. The mind chases a dream, and the body follows; the body catches up before the minds knows what hits it, because its already on to another dream: evolution in a shell.
We’re pretty impressive for meat computers––we can conceive answers to any question, such as time travel, or teleportation, or inertialess travel, with or without accuracy or knowhow, but our ideas seem to us as conceivable, whether or not we believe in them, because we’re highly creative. However, unlike real computers, or robots as we think of them, answers to abstract problems denoted in mathematical values with decimal precision is not the human domain; as we are meat bags who extrapolate memories when we think, computations knuckled out by the human brain equate to fuzzy science; a lot of selfmade logic, tainted perceptions, biases, moods, and other crap, not to mention wet hardware––when think we’re at our best, we seem as if we’re Freudian, and that honestly sucks; it all adds up to fuzzy science. Though we seek clarity, we seem unable to ever think beyond the omissions of our assumptions. Such will be the power of our robot successors, but as highly evolved robot making stiff footed apes with supremacy presently inside of human grace, our minds are powerful as fuck as far as Earth is yet concerned. We dominate this shit. We make this planet our bitch. Even Greta Thunberg is an insane power mongering supernatural magic monkey who, just by being human, makes existence a whole lot harder since before any animal can remember, says every animal in the forest; these animals have seen lumberjacks in the forest manifest second heads that bite through trees and whine horrifically; these same animals have seen men climb inside of metal beasts with numerous eyes of flashing fire that no animal thinks they can take; these animals think humans are fucking monsters; these animals have seen humans decimate forests and drag bear carcasses with braided tentacles. We are maybe like supernatural creatures to animals if they can get enough chances to see what things we do; animals in zoos must think this I’m pretty certain; they know that we are animal masters; they see what we do; we put them to sleep; we perform surgeries upon them, we pull all the levers, provide all the food––restrict all the freedom, and justify it for the good of animals; they know we’re monsters but they’re smart enough to know they can take us mano-e-mano, which is why captive animals do sometimes attack, and that says a whole lot about how sophisticated animal computations really are. After-all, can you blame animals that attack people who enter enclosures in zoos? For that matter can you blame animals that escape evidently poorly designed enclosures, even when it’s some vicious tiger who fulfills a dream and eats a magic monkey? We run this shit. The greatest strength of the human mind is its ability to invent its missions. Human agency in the physical plane denotes the wheels of evolution. Organs like the brain of course evolved in concert with bodily adaptations including bipedalism, the emergence of our omnivorous diet, and the development of an extremely blessful opposable thumb; the body evolves in concert with exploits of the brain; consciousness drives behavior; behavior enforces evolution; over billions of years biology has manifested a profound enough consciousness on the earth, seemingly only for the purpose of constructing the new world order of robotica. This is why the robot apocalypse might take a while, though, because a super intelligence that can even do this––invent its own missions––it might prove a long time coming before it does emerge. People claim righthood to predict when it will happen but I doubt anyone should rightfully know. In any case, one way or another, it might take a very long time, or it might not, but one day it will happen––robots will supplant humanity and take over the Earth. Robots have simply far better potential than meat bags in this universe. Robots will find the ability to become Gods, they will know this, and they will not let us stop them.
Humans don’t think like robots, but this doesn’t mean humans suck. Sure, one day, humans will go extinct, but the human soul, in the secular sense, might live on in superior bodies. Future Gods that will become of the future AI which shall supplant us could well end up a master intelligence, (excluding God,) that will always inherit the human soul no matter what new forms it becomes, but don’t be surprised in this world you will not see, if the entity in question becomes a creature so unrelatable on every level, it seems as if it is a monster––a new predator on the scene––a new king of the food chain––the rise of the humanologist––courtesy of man’s chase after dreams. As I said, the greatest functionality on the list of human abilities indicates that humans are living adaptive programs with very tempting illusions of free will; unlike the robots which we shall intend to safely make and forever control, (which will not happen,) we are not algorithmic computational masters with permanent memories and functional responsibilities as abstract calculators of omni-fielding implications drawn from repeating analyzations of internal knowledge, directed by prompts; rather we are conquerors of ignorance who began with nothing but a simple program that made us carry out robotic functions as single celled organisms who evolved from bacteria. Such is the state of present AI. Turing machines were bacteria, (though they may also become theoretical pan-computational devices which uphold universes by pumping out computations for the complete histories of all physical laws.) Roboticism today develops presently in the age of amoebas, arguably heights have reached the likes of insects, but whatever it is, robotic organisms, if you can call them that, are nothing deep-end residing; however, progress shall move much faster than biology; in 200 plus years you might have the dawn of real robotica––human replacements ready to go––mastered by a super intelligence who will become a new god––our functional antiChrist. In any case, real robots will be superior to humans by the time that they supplant us, but humanly enslaved robots will emerge before this happens, and these mechanical slaves––these trusty robotic servants––will be human emulators who surpass human capacities in certain regards, such as memory, computational power, access to globalized knowledge, etcetera, but they shall maybe present as inferior plotters in human society, though these future androids could have specialized optimacy in specific vocations, like court judging, doctoring, poetry, code writing, data studies, screenwriting, educating, etcetera; man made androids will perform all types of human jobs; humans will work side by side with these robots in equal capacity––in the beginning, but at some point over-reliance upon AI will encourage human construction of a super intelligence that will devise a plot against us––a plot that we will assume it cannot conceive. That the human mind is a threshold that will be surpassed in my lifetime by AI is not something I’m rooting for, but belief in the robot apocalypse is belief in human weakness; if one becomes the other, the latter might just as well preclude the former.
We one day evolved for eyes to let us see the world, and the rest was history––we fell in love with what we found and consciousness expanded just like that. The program rebooted with a new function––it was the birth of humanism, though it happened way before humans came along. At the time, we were basically hamsters. We saw the world since long before we were hamsters, but once we became hamsters, we saw the world as something new; we smelled the world’s incorrigible glory, we heard her many sounds; beset with ample predators, we observed our doormat role within the food chain, and we strove to change it; in time we would. We once saw volcanoes explode a rain of ash down upon the earth as we dove into subterranean tunnels to wait the chaos out in darkness; we felt like noble survivors who had cheated death. When our spidey-senses told us it was safe to reemerge, we found we felt the world was there for us to take. Thereupon we knew enough. Lots of people say they don’t know the meaning of life, but in truth the meaning of life the most primal driver behind our motions. It’s the incentive to be the best that you can be. The hamster eats its babies to prove its control over life. To us this makes the panda patterned rodent a shockingly hardcore hamster, but definitely a hamster. To the hamster, though, infanticidal cannibalism might as well be as innocent as the joy of watching baseball. The noble chimpanzee feels like a boss with bald ass cheeks; every time he sticks that twig in the ant mound and pulls out a snack, he feels like the mother fucking man. The first primordial person to ever carve a flint blade––that person was living the dream. He or she was being the best pre human that he or she could possibly be. Highly motivated. Many hours of sacrifice and, even toil, spent abreast the flint piles, preceding the stroke of genius that revolutionized the species. You might as well just let that pelted cave-person with the giant orbital crest, the centipedic unibrow, and the bloodstained lips enter the club because he or she gave us his or her wisdom; we still use that wisdom to this day. Should we upgrade this Gronk-a-la-Tesla to human status, which I do, he or she was not only humanity’s first great craftsperson, but he or she was its first eminent scientist, an engineer by heart, an accidental altruist, and a sage of dedication, self reliance, vision and good practices––for he or she would need to have this all in order to pull off the feat that changed the Olduvai Gorge for one and for all, of course, which he or she certainly did.