Dec 30, 2010

Tittentattenteksti (WTF?)

So, while we wait for The Oris' lazy ass to finish the next big post/article/whatever, I leave you with this great little song, which is pretty fun in a weird and twisted way, and it may seems fun only to weird and twisted people, like us... anyway, here's hoping you like it. If you don't, you're completely free to tell us your complains, which will be noted and ignored.

Solefald - Tittentattenteksti
(from Norron Livskunst, 2010)
 
 
 
- by: Keilvethe

Dec 27, 2010

I am here. I am there. I am everywhere.
Every place you've been, I've waited.
Every face you've seen, I have worn.
I have not one name, but thousands.
I come on the wings of an epidemic,
of a massacre, a lone scream in the night.
Announced by the distant thunder of war,
or the bleat of the slaughtered calf.
I visit the dying in their burning skin,
devour the bodies of the sick.
I crush the hearts of the hopeul
as I dance on the backs of the weak.

Your greatest fears are my delight.
With your cries you invite me in.
I am the bretrayal you could not have seen,
the killer you thought you knew.
One day, I will be your mother,
or your father, or your lover.
Another day, I will be your friend, or your neighbour,
or perhaps, I will work through you.
There are monsters hiding in your closet,
there are ghost beneath your bed.
The nightmare you feared was real...
IS real.

These are little gifts to you, from me.
I love you, in my own little way,
for with your suffering, I am alive.
Can't you hear the music in the wind?
Don't you recognize the tune?
It is you, my friend, your struggling,
your spirit being torn limb from limb.

But I am not Death.
Death is your deliverer.
Death looks to me, with sorrow in her eyes,
and asks: "Why must you do this?"
My answer remains unchanged:
"I do what you cannot, what you dare not.
No end is swift under my watch.
Mercy is a mistake I correct.
There is not and there will never be
any deity above myself.
I am peace destroyed and eyes forced open,
the ragged ring around your neck.
I am your secret wish for others,
I am their secret wish for you.
I make your work have meanning".

I am as old as life itself,
and I shall remain in its memory,
even when all is gone.
There is no discrimination in my actions.
Once in my grasp, no one is better than the other.
I am the fair retribution for your deeds,
or lack thereof.
In the end, there is no difference:
my work is the only priority.

I have not one name, but thousands:
"Nightmare, Fear, Dispair..."
But you... you may call me Agony.
And I am pleased to make your acquaintance.

- by: Keilvethe

Dec 18, 2010

Work in Progress...

This half-assed attempt of a blog is still under construction. We shall have soon a page for musical reccommendations and reviews  (GOOD music, not the usual garbage) and another page for movie reviews, videos, and the likes. So, enjoy what's already here, and forgive our lasy asses, pleeeaassseee... otherwise, leave the effin' hall, now! Thanks for comin', anyway.

-by: Keilvethe

Dec 17, 2010

Resistance is Futile

If you’re a Star Trek fan (if there is someone who could admit it with a straight face), hearing those words probably immediately triggers one thought: the Borg. The Borg (besides being the only thing worth remembering from said show) is the ultimate nightmare: humanity, enslaved by a computer. Luckily, it is only fiction. Or is it?



In Star Trek, they come in a cube. A huge space ship it is, filled with millions of people. Well -- they’re not really people. They are the Borg. The people in the cube have no free will, no mind of their own. They are One. They’re plugged into the mainframe computer called ‘the Borg’. They’re cyber slaves. Poor, little creatures.
“But that’s science fiction, right?” Not so. In fact, as we speak, the Borg is lurking just around the corner, waiting for its chance. It won’t come in a cube from outer space though, but from the very place you’re on right now: the Internet. And if it comes, resistance will, indeed, be futile.

The signs are disturbing. Let’s do a little experiment. Please, find out what ‘auparashtika’ is.

Done that?

Ok, all of you readers have probably followed exactly the same routine. You’ve opened Google, Wikipedia, or similar and entered ‘auparashtika’. All of you will have found about the same search results. You will have visited the same websites. You have absorbed the same information. For a very brief and fleeting moment, you were One.

“Silly example”, you snort.

But hold on -- that was just to warm you up a little. The real stuff is yet to come. Brace yourself: what you are about to read, could change the way you see your humble computer and the Internet forever.

One: We are being cyborged

Already, there are many experiments with simple implants being inserted into people’s brains. Most of them are there for our health: the implants bring back (some) hearing or even some eyesight, or cure you from terrible conditions like depressions or extreme phobia’s. 

But some implants have a more ‘luxurious’ function. They connect to your brain in order to make you move your artificial limb, if you happen to be missing one (and having the money to pay for the new one). Or they make you control the cursor of your computer by mind control, if you’re paralyzed. Wow.

Most experts agree that that's just the beginning. Eventually, we will see more and more implants. Need to learn Greek, or Chinese? Just have a cyber doctor plug a tiny chip into your brain, much like a memory stick. Want better eyesight? The doc will upgrade your visual cortex a bit, Vision 2.2. And so on, and so on.

Of course, these are exciting, good things, aren’t they? But there’s a downside. Computer hardware isn’t going to be the only thing that’s entering your brain. Along with it, the Web enters your mind.

Two: We are being assimilated

In small, high-tech countries like Singapore and The Netherlands, the Internet is everywhere you go and everywhere you look already. Gaming, shopping, dating, e-mailing, working, reading about the end of mankind in a cheap-ass blog -- it’s all done over the Internet. In a few years, social networks have almost completely taken over our precarious social lives.

And the Web is still on the rise. Not only is it on ever more home computers. As we speak, it is entering our TV-sets. It is conquering our laptops and our cell phones. It is sneaking into our car computers and household machinery. In fact, the Internet is about to incorporate every device we associate with ‘communication’. It’s now even in our refrigerators… so dumb, really.

It is only likely the last ‘device’ will be us. Of course, the computers implanted in our brains will be connected to the Internet. The advantages are just too big not to let this happen. We will have Internet in our ears and Internet on our eyes -- literally. Our brains will be permanently online.

    So, you think of ‘auparashtika’, and instantly know that it is just another word for... Ehm, yes, that. You think of your auntie in Timbuktu, and your auntie thinks back at you, setting up a telepathic chat session, brain-to-brain. You think of captain Jean-Luc Picard, and his photograph will instantly pop up in your mind's eye. It is sent straight into your visual cortex, where it is translated into ‘image’ by your brain. You can hear Jean-Luc's voice saying ‘Make it so’, if you like, or think up information about the actor playing Jean-Luc, and what movies he’s in. You could also open your Facebook profile, or instantly update your Twitter. Convenient!

That's pretty difficult to imagine, don't you think? Well -- it gets a bit weirder. With your brain online, ‘you’ will no longer be exclusively ‘yours’. You will, in a way, become a local cache for the Internet. Your brain will become the Internet’s work memory. And that’s where things turn, well... pretty nasty.

Three: We are being Borged

So, here you are. You’ve got a computer plugged into your brain, physically and metaphorically. Your mind is online all of the time. You’re one semi-smart cyborg, that’s what you are!

But what is online, is vulnerable. Someone could actually hack your head. Some evil (or bored-out) genius could virus your mind, or spyware your thoughts. We can agree on one thing: that would be, well, more than a bit confusing.

Probably the biggest danger is the viruses that build themselves. Already, there are many experiments with software that becomes smarter -- software that evolves, by constantly improving itself. With every inhabitant of the planet online, such a virus will have at its disposal plenty of calculating power.

It is speculative, but perhaps you could call a virus like this ‘alive’. Perhaps, with all that memory available and a huge artificial intelligence, you could say it has a will of its own. It might even call itself “Sky-net”, or “Omnius”, or “The Borg”.

So, just picture it: one moment, you’re doing fine -- and then, suddenly, you loose control. In the mild case, you’ll start having weird, uncontrollable hallucinations. You’ll hear some internal voice telling you that resistance is futile, or you will experience some reality that isn’t there. You will go insane. In the more extreme case, you’ll suddenly find your body is no longer under your control. Somebody -- or something -- is controlling you, like a puppet. You will have become a prisoner, locked up in your own body.

The Borg might order you to do all kinds of things. For starters: to eliminate everyone who isn’t assimilated yet, just like you delete someone from your Hi5’s friends list. Against your will, the Borg will force you to hunt down everybody who hasn’t got an internal brain computer. You will be forced to operate on them and turn them into cyborgs, too. So there you are: suddenly, you find yourself operating on somebody’s brain -- without neither your nor the patient’s consent.

Perhaps the Borg will even order you to build a cube-shaped space ship and go out, in search of more life-forms to assimilate. To the Borg, more slaves means: more calculating power.

So: to Borg or not to Borg?

Perhaps you shrug your shoulders. “Really, how bad can it be? People being assimilated by the Internet...  C’mon, that’s just too much”.

Then again -- maybe it isn’t. Remember the Internet as a mass medium is only some 15, 20 years old. That’s less than 0,001 percent of the time our species is around on this planet! Already, computers and the Internet have totally re-shaped our world. And we can be sure of one thing: it won't stop there.

Of course, the Internet, as it is now, has little to do with Borgs and cube-shaped space ships. It is as dead as a doornail. It doesn't 'want' anything. The Web is still just a bunch of bits and bytes, sitting passively on hard disks around the world.

But the self-learning software we mentioned before could change all that. Say, we’ll make a self-learning piece of software that has one assignment: "Find a cure for cancer". Actually, software like this already exists: it is software that automatically checks certain molecules to see if their shape is suitable for curing cancer.

Ok, now suppose this software gets smarter. It could find new, creative ways to do its task. Like: "Hey, let’s enslave all these silly little humans. Let’s force them to build a giant cube and go out in space to look for a cure for cancer!" Aw, that would be so dumb...

Still, there’s one small straw of hope to cling on to. Nobody can foresee the future. The Borg Problem seems realistic. Just research a little about Jon von Neumann’s “Technological Singularity” to know what we’re talking about. But there are some alternatives. Perhaps we will be able to erect some kind of advanced firewall between our computers and the thing we call our mind. Or perhaps we will be able to see the Borg coming, and manage to stop it in time.

And if we don’t... Well, there’s always this. Perhaps going out in a cube and monotonely saying "resistance is futile" to everyone we meet will turn out a funny thing to do after all. We will see all the corners of the Galaxy and more, scare the shit out of everybody we encounter, know what ‘auparashtika’ means and find a cure for cancer.

Really, being the Borg isn't all bad… or it could be worse than the worst we can imagine. So, next time you update your little Facebook profile, just ask yourselves “Am I being assimilated?”

-by: The Oris (Ha! I get the first one)