BUTTERFLY LOGIC: Experimental Planet Earth. Chris H. Hardy, Ph.D.
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Butterfly Logic: Experimental Planet earth – Chris H. Hardy. The Unikarg empire, controlled by officials on Exora—a whole management planet run by computers (exors)—has become an inert superstructure which, despite its high technology, is incapable of producing any new discoveries, ideas, art, even humor; the stimulants of change and difference, the challenges of the unexpected, all the vehicles of vitality and growth have been running down. The only glimmer of hope is a long-forgotten massive experiment launched eons ago by the genius Zeera who, having anticipated this decline, had set up the Plan for Experimental Planets (PEP). It involved seeding genetic diversity and disorder on planexes under the hypothesis that this would yield a new breed of sapiens, minds and civilizations whose dynamism would rekindle the creative spirit on Unikarg.
Erdoes starts a new phase of the PEP and investigates his hunch of a major trafficking in humans, technology and resources on Trisorbe/Earth. He sets up a collective learning network involving pairs of sapiens-exors, whose leading one, Shari-Sphinx, starts developing a Meta-spatial Logic of transformation and synergy that triggers qualitative leaps in sapiens and exors alike, and tools that will be used to fight against the alien Mafioso ring on Earth. The fight is raging – will Shari and Sphinx be able to defeat them?
Butterfly Logic offers a fresh look on diversity, creativity, chaos, artificial intelligence, and the human mind. Quick paced, provocative and humorous, this sci-fi deals primarily with the dangers of uniformization and a too tight control on people and society, as well as with a logic enabling computers to learn exponentially, while remaining the sure allies of sapiens and humans.
The success of the PEP experiment critically depends on the law of non-interference: any open intrusion of Unikarg upon the experimental planets would inevitably lead to their absorption, and their gradual uniformization. But now, Trisorbe (Earth), the most advanced of experimental planets, is itself on the brink of uniformization—while on Unikarg the demand for its inclusion in the Kargian Empire is growing. Erdoes, one of the leading figures in the PEP, suddenly breaks away from the organization, and, with a handful of young agents, lands on Trisorbe. Confounded by this move, the PEP assigns two agents to discover his plan: Shari and Vris break into Erdoes’ complex, on Kerriak, and seek out any information which could reveal his motives, and his agents’ activities on Trisorbe.
A major source of data is quickly discovered: recordings from a series of Brainstorm sessions held between Erdoes and his agents just prior to their takeoff. Contrasting Trisorbe’s situation to that on Unikarg, the Brainstorms cover a broad range of reflections on the social and psychological dynamics of creativity and innovation versus inertia and stagnation. Increasingly, the analyses focus on Trisorbe’s capacity to preserve and exploit its immense cultural diversity, divergent perspectives and worldviews, its wellspring of creative leaps and evolution (Chap. 22).
Shari soon discovers another source of information: Erdoes has left behind his exor (computer) which has access to a large database deriving from his journal. Irresistible, of course… But there’s a catch: the exor has been programmed to shut down the whole complex, including power, ventilation systems, and exits, if it detects three consecutive attempts to break into the system’s core code—and just in their first few hours, Shari and Vris have already been caught twice.
Unable to directly access Erdoes’ personal files, Shari takes a more circuitous route, and starts probing the exor intuitively, looking for clues. She quickly perceives that this computer—Sphinx, as she names it—hardly resembles the ones she’s familiar with at the PEP. As the exor reveals, it is operating according to a Meta-spatial logic involving new, advanced formal structures developed by Erdoes (Chap. 9, Shari’s first extended interaction with the exor). Sphinx functions according to rules which allow it to deal with change, disorder and novelty, and to engage in human-like exchanges. Of course, the exor has yet much to learn about sapiens, as it is confronted with all the paradoxical facets of the human mind: the frequently implicit and conflicting thoughts and feelings behind our actions; the twists of logic and semantics known as humor; anomalous forms of communication such as telepathy, anomalies in the laws of probability, strange coincidences and synchronicities.
Still, Sphinx learns fast, real fast, adapting to its user, becoming more and more sharp. Trying to get to the essentials of the logic, Shari is in fact furthering the logic’s sophistication, which triggers new advances in the exor. She thus gets drawn deeper and deeper into a battle of wits with Sphinx; the more she approaches her objective, the core of the new logic, the greater the risk of triggering the exor third alarm which would spell her own death.
The witty Shari-Sphinx exchanges interweave several issues facing Artificial Intelligence (AI) and the philosophy of mind: What, if any, are the true differences between human and artificial intelligence? Can computers reprogram themselves, thus demonstrating a form of free will? What are the universal rules, the dynamics which allow for true growth in knowledge and understanding? Finally, the Shari-Sphinx pair tackles the rules of randomness and statistics, and derives new Logical Forms—or LogForms—to deal with meaningful coincidences and synchronicities. They use Chaos Theory’s Butterfly Attractor to elaborate a complex dual processing of data according to whether the phenomena fall into the classical random category or into the synchronicities and psi category. The book, who started with simple LogForms allowing for organizing data (Wheel LogForm), ends up with the likes of Synchronicity LogForm and finally the Observed-Observer LogForm—able to process the influence of one’s interpretation of events backward on one’s own mind. The logic thus developed is not only nonlinear, but expressing the most complex mental processes—such as shifts in states of consciousness, psi phenomena and psychokinesis, retro-causality, or the bending of random events by a mind.
Thus, by her sheer fascination and creative spirit, Shari is now the main node in Erdoes’ master-plan: in trying to discover the exor’s secrets, she has boosted its powers, shaping the growth of a formidable new intelligence. Hidden on Trisorbe, Erdoes is secretly studying her exchanges with the exor, using the developments to deepen his own understanding of intelligence and creativity (Chap. 14). Meanwhile, he is also receiving the data from his “intuits” who have been implanted in diverse Trisorbian cultures, and who are absorbing experience, noting the dynamics of creative disorder and of intelligent order, analyzing the growing menace of societal control and cultural uniformity (Chap. 8).
Confronted with Erdoes’ new logic and bold philosophy, and moved by her own reflections and realizations, Shari is progressively shifting perspective and beginning to view the current PEP leadership in a new light. Which way is she to turn? Join Erdoes and his cause, or provide the PEP the information necessary to destroy him? The time for vacillating is over: Sphinx, Shari’s formidable opponent, activates the third, and fatal alarm…
But the corrupt elements of the PEP are not about to allow Erdoes upset the status quo; illegal trade with the Planexes is big business, and any strict adherence to the Plan would mean a major economic and political setback for certain powerful Kargians. While the head of the PEP schemes for Erdoes’ removal and utter disgrace, Rudder leaves for Trisorbe with dark designs for his agents.
As for Vris, he has also broken into Erdoes’ exor and succeeded in recovering the plans of its neural structure (Chap. 6). Then, unable to advance any further, he decides to head for Trisorbe and study the archetypes of Wheel and Chakras, which constitute the formal foundation of this new neural structure. Landing in Tibet, he falls upon a Tibetan lama and shaman—a chance encounter which leads to an intriguing relationship (Chap. 20). But he then stumbles on illegal Kargian trade operations. The tension mounts, as the extent of the corruption in the PEP is revealed. The outcome of the ensuing struggle, exploding in different parts of Trisorbe, will have major implications not just for the PEP, but also for Unikarg and even Trisorbe.
Chris H. Hardy, Ph.D., is a ground-breaking theorist on consciousness and the new paradigm in physics. A cognitive systems scientist and former researcher at Princeton’s Psychophysical Research Laboratories, she has investigated nonlocal consciousness through systems theory, chaos theory, and her own Semantic Fields Theory. Author of many research papers and published books, including DNA of the Gods, Wars of the Anunnaki, Cosmic DNA at the Origin, The Sacred Network, she presents at international scientific conferences worldwide.
I dedicate this book to the researchers on consciousness and the questers for self-knowledge who aim at developing a real synergy with the Living Spirit.
My goal, while writing Butterfly Logic, was to highlight that the development of AI didn’t need to be done blindly, by projecting on our creations our dire shortcomings in terms of power instinct, will to control, and lethal cravings for the sole financial and political interests of our group or clan. Such an irresponsible research in AI would inevitably make of intelligent machines our competitors and ennemies in the fight for supremacy, whether political or financial—as so many movies have put it into play. To the opposite, this research of mine is setting the stage for a harmonious development of semanticists-AI computers pairs, that could open the way for a mutual enrichment and work as an incentive for a knowledge gain of both parties, taking them through qualitative leaps.
These pairs are, in the present book, woven into a collective learning network in which information is constantly exchanged and built upon by all other nodes in the network. Of course this, in my opinion, mirrors the way our minds operate in the deep reality, since, as Carl Jung has shown, we are all communicating and conversing within the collective unconscious.
One crucial question underlying this work is: how to be sure that AI machines, at one point, will not turn against their masters and creators—that is, us? Believe it or not, I had not read any of Asimov works until long after the writing of this book. And thus it was a great surprise that he had also come upon setting core rules for not endangering intelligent beings—sapiens species in this book, since we have to make room for other phylums beyond that of the human one. Yet, this, in my view, isn’t sufficient in itself. Much more crucial is the building of core values of synergy and partnership aiming at the positive blossoming of talents, whether in sapiens or in AI entities. My bet is that, given such a core set of philosophical and spiritual aims and values interwoven in a fabric, all subsequent development of sapiens and exors (AI entities) will also inevitably maintain a congruence with the core logic+values set at the origin. That would be the absolute opposite to a flawed creation with an original sin at the beginning. To the contrary, we have here a perfect core that can only develop in harmony with this logical field, expressing its discoveries and new talents in ever novel advances in technology, concepts, and knowledge.
Did I tell you that I didn’t like Asimov at all? No kidding! No step of the machine-learning is ever explained, and thus the sudden add-up of emotions in AI machines falls like a hair in the soup. Far from me that I would allow myself such literary tricks—however, you’ll have to bear the price for it: the development of my super exor Sphinx is pinned down step by step, via the evolution of a non-linear logic based on natural processes, whether psychological or organismic.
Why should science not be also fun? (I want mine to be as fun as an exploration.) Why would science not be in harmony with the living, with freedom, with the Earth-Gaia and humanity? Because up to now, science has been all too easily espousing the will for control of the politicians, lobbies, and funding agencies. And why politicians shouldn’t be the allies of the development of talents, of psi, and spiritual and psychic qualities in sapiens and societies in the first place? Because they lack imagination about their own realization (the opposite—l’imagination au pouvoir—will be the theme of my next book in this Exopolitics Sci-Fi Series: Space Allies). (Now published: see other posts).
Beyond this, you’ll find plenty of topics dealing with exo-politics and the way aliens have been handling their supervision of humanity, including large scale trafficking, cattle mutilation, and more.
Buckle up: the ride is both fun and arduous, like a complex mental chess game; yet in order to make sure that you get the fun first and save the arduous part for later in-depth readings (or even forget about it), I have highlighted the latter part in gray font, so that you may easily jump above these paragraphs if you feel like it.
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Chapter 1. HOSTAGE
Ismir was hustled into the room, and his blindfold was at last removed. Armed to the teeth, five Afghan rebels were training their guns on a computer installed on a stack of weapons wooden crates. Their leader, apparently, donning an impeccable white silk robe and headscarf, sat nonchalantly on an old armchair beside a table with a water carafe and a sophisticated Arab silver tea-pot, his tea served in a tiny chiseled glass.
Ismir sensed in his back the two rebels who had driven him up to here, dressed in western clothes. His peripheral vision showed their guns still pointed on him, their backs to the door.
“Some water and a glass of tea, Mr. Specialist?” proposed the leader unctuously, pointing to the tea set.
The helicopter then Land-Rover trip, eyes blindfolded, had been trying. Ismir looked at his watch surreptitiously: nearly three hours! No seat. He had no way but to drink his glass of water standing up.
“How was your trip from Kabul?” susurrated the leader with an ironic tone.
“The countryside was magnificent,” replied Ismir in kind.
“Aha! I assumed computer experts had no sense of humor! You will excuse our habitual precautions.”
“I understand it’s only natural,” said Ismir, playing on words. He turned around. “So, that’s the machine?”
“Yes. We’ve been told it was the most powerful weapon in the world,” said the leader, his eyes suddenly feverish.
“A beautiful machine! I’ve never seen any of this type,” lied Ismir coldly, while recognizing a typical PEP exor, adamantly forbidden on this planet. “A new Asian model, undoubtedly.” He drew closer to the computer and faked the motion of inspecting it.
“A seat for the specialist!” shouted the leader angrily. They carried a crate in front of the computer.
“Computers can’t take heat. A Fan!” vociferated Ismir, imitating the leaders’ tone.
“You heard him! A fan!” barked the leader.
One of the rebels ventured toward the only fan in the room, which was cooling the leader, and stopped short, afraid. A glare from the latter convinced him to take it.
“And lower your guns. I can’t concentrate.”
At a sign from the leader, the five rebels lowered their weapons.
Here’s a tone of voice that makes itself heard! thought Ismir.
“Where’s your computer expert?” he asked.
“But, you’re the one, of course. We’ve been assured that one could make it work using just the voice in common language. Is that so?”
“I would bet so. I’ll check that.”
They don’t know a thing about computers! That’ll make things easier.
Ismir pretended to check the machine from every angle and find no on/off key. Then he sat again on the crate.
“On. Open. Start. One. Mris. Kos,” he uttered rapidly, ending by the Kargian command he knew would be effective.
The computer screen lit up and a flat voice said a word, but no text appeared.
“How’d you make it work?” boomed the leader.
“Listen, you pay me to understand this computer, so let me do my work without interrupting me. Otherwise, I’ll never get there. I’ll explain how it works afterward.”
Ismir started to talk to the computer in a guttural language resembling both Nordic and Arab tongues.
“What’s that? It’s neither English, nor Japanese!”
“It’s a fifth generation machine language. A language created for the computer, understand? I’ve already found its language. I don’t think it’ll take me long to figure out what it can do.”
He started talking to the computer again.
“Principal path: vocal. Do you have the Trisorbe RIN language?
“Every two or three seconds, display on screen a line of any RIN program, random selection.”
!! Screen execution begun.
“Who is your main user?”
!! No main user, but many PEP students on Nazra.
“How long have you been on Trisorbe?”
!! Eleven rans.
!! India, Afghanistan.
I knew it! It’s Mumbai’s Observer who sold them the exor!
“Have you worked for a member of the PEP?”
“Do you have any recordings of sygcoms conversations involving PEP members or Exora officials in your files?”
“Delete all common-language files in Kargian.”
“Create an area simulating a sophisticated Trisorbe computer.”
!! Simulation-spaces of all Trisorbe computers already in effect.
“Keep only an ESTA. Destroy all other simulations.”
“Create a sub-space called Sub1: put in it everything required to use the Epsilon paralyzing frequency. Block it on a 30 minT effect.”
“Sub2: program your self-destruction in three daysT from now, through integral syg consummation. Code all of Sub2 in sygatom impulses.”
!! Programmed, Sub2 entirely coded.
“ISMIR. This is Vris live through the voice of my exor so they won’t catch on the difference. Keep talking from time to time.”
“I’m listening and curious,” said Ismir as if he were giving the machine a new order.
“The traffic you have just uncovered is widespread in the PEP. Rudder and Agash, the Mumbai Obs, implicated. Over.”
“In my opinion, it’s Mumbai who sold this exor to the rebels.”
“I’ve overheard, filmed and recorded all your interactions with the rebels and the exor. Thus I’ve rock-solid proof of your innocence. Over.”
« Am I near Mazari-Sharif? According to the time elapsed, I believe the copter landed in Kholm, then we drove an hour and a half in a Land-Rover on a mountainous dirt road. Over.
— You landed probably in Kholm, yes. Mazari-Sharif is on the mountain to the southwest of the farm, you can get your bearings by its lights, visible from far in the night. On top of the slope where the farm stands, there’s a big village, Karchi-Gak, 3 kilometers away. Over.
“I’ve to leave them with a weapon that works just to get out of here alive. I’ve selected a 30 minT paralyzing but non-lethal Epsilon pulse. Later on, the exor will self-destruct.”
“Well thought, but of no use now. Rudder is suspicious and wants to cover up any proof of their blunder—precisely the exor itself. He doesn’t give a damn about killing sapiens with it. He has programmed the destruction of the farm by TTID in, let’s see… 38 minT. I’m taking charge of all operations here. We’ll continue to film it. Over.”
“Is it possible to prevent the explosion?”
“Difficult and risky. Strategically out of the question: the Mafioso network within PEP is too widespread. It requires an irreversible error from their side in order to inculpate them. I’ll only save people. Over”
“Are you going to make them exit this farm?”
“Yes. Apart from the rebels, there’s no one on this slope. You’re going to scale it toward the right, moving away from the rebels who’ll certainly aim for the village high up. Over.”
“I’ll pick you up on the slope with my sphere. Man, you better keep those PANIC frequencies in check. Over.”
“A-OK. Diagonally climbing up to the right until you get there. Ready.”
Vris said to his computer Rad:
“Rad, start pumping a weak PANIC frequency. Increase it progressively up to the maximum when I’ll shout ‘RUN.’”
!! Pumping begun.
“Rad, translate what I will say in Afghan language, with any Eastern European foreign accent. Tone imperative. Volume loud. But first, simulation of radio static, then a 1min blast of local Afghan radio music. You’ll keep the static under my voice. Over. Hang in there, Ismir, we’re off. Rad, blast out the static and the radio.”
Intense static. At once awfully distorted Arab music filled the room, then stopped.
“REBELS! I AM A FRIEND SPEAKING TO YOU THROUGH THE COMPUTER’S RADIO. I AM THE PERSON WHO MADE IT POSSIBLE FOR YOU TO HAVE THIS MACHINE.”
Instantly, the rebels swung their weapons back toward the computer. The leader jumped to his feet, gun in hand.
“YOUR FARM IS GOING TO BE BOMBED IN EXACTLY 34 MINUTES. IT’S A NEW TYPE OF BOMB. TO ESCAPE HARM, YOU MUST BE TWO KILOMETERS FROM THE FARM AND STAY THERE FOR 40 MINUTES AFTER THE EXPLOSION. RUN TOWARD THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN, YOU’LL BE PROTECTED ON THE PLATEAU. DON’T GO TOWARD THE CITY. LEAVE IMMEDIATELY.”
An incredible panic seized the rebels, some of whom left running.
“LEAVE IMMEDIATELY. RUN.”
The voice was cut off and music resumed.
“Get out of here!” cried the leader, running already, to those remaining. Turning, he shouted to a young rebel “You! Stay here with the specialist.”
Sweating, the young rebel watched his leader dash into the night toward the mountain, then did likewise.
Ismir ran to the right up the slope, distancing himself from the rebels. Two gunshots popped near him. He threw himself to the ground. A third exploded near his head. Two more, toward another direction. In a glance he saw that the leader who had been firing at him had resumed running away. He got up. To the left, the young rebel fled holding his arm. He’d been hit.
“Good, Rad. Totally successful operation.”
!! Rudder’s sphere on syg screen crossing the Afghan border to the North-East. Change of direction. Pointing toward Mazari-Sharif. Deceleration. Speed stabilized. Will arrive at objective at 1:48T.
“Bastards! Ahead of schedule. At least we made allowances. Start our syg simulation of the 9 sapiens in the room.”
!! Done. Problem: Ismir will be in the path of Rudder’s sphere.
“Let’s go get him. There’ll be more than one anomaly this night—the hell with it! Rad: increase the storm camouflage so that it hides the transporter sygmat beam. There: a hefty little storm is coming down the mountain…. Ismir won’t understand.”
!! In position above Ismir. Airlock open. Sygmat beam deployed.
Vris left the syg screen to approach the airlock, and leaned toward Ismir, who had been picked up by the beam.
He grasped his hand, even though it was unnecessary.
“Wow! What a bizarre storm without a drop of rain! Could it be an artificial one, by chance?!”
“You’ll see plenty of bizarre things!”
!! Vris, I’m sliding slowly westward while keeping the storm camouflage.
“Perfect. In fact, manage your motion so as to hide the young rebel from view of the others. Could come in handy for him.”
!! Rudder’s sphere will be here in 7 minT. Am in recording position, wide spectrum. Have rebels and farm in my sights.
“Come toward the panavision,” said Vris to Ismir. “Rad, turn on the back screen.”
!! I had heard. But how can Rudder’s exor use TTID on sapiens? How can it get around the absolute laws against putting sapiens in danger? asked Rad.
“That what I’d like to know! Ask Sphinx to tune in to Rudder’s sphere and relay all conversations here.”
“Sphinx—whose exor is it?” asked Ismir.
“It’s a mutant exor, with exceptional capacities. It makes Rad jealous.”
!! Jealousy is reserved to sapiens. Me, Rad exor, I’m not jealous of Sphinx: I learn from Sphinx.
“Whoa!!” murmured Ismir, confounded.
!!!…arrival at farm in 5 minutes 10 seconds, came the metallic voice of Rudder’s exor, relayed by the supercomputer Sphinx. Then Sphinx’s sophisticated voice announced through Rad’s sound system:
!!!! Rudder’s sphere is operated by emergency exor. Rudder’s usual exor has crashed after having refused to use TTID on sapiens. The emergency exor has no complex semantic analysis capacities. Intelligence level: similar to Managing Units. Two men, Rudder and Mizdri, identified. Two women aboard, unidentified vocal signatures.
“They’ve two women with them who aren’t part of the PEP!!” exploded Vris.
They then listened to the conversation between Rudder and his exor:
“We’re going to proceed to the decontamination of the house, as the rebels requested; EE, prepare a TTID cloud,” said Rudder tactfully to the emergency exor, hoping to confuse it.
!!! Use of TTID on house with sapiens inside is not allowed by the law. Detection of nine sapiens in house.
“It’s a new discovery: TTID kills all insects.”
!!! All doors and windows must be closed. Inhalation of dust by sapiens and animals is dangerous.
“They know about it, I’ve told them. No problem. Spray it in a wide swathe, while passing over the house. Start thirty meters beforehand and stop spraying fifty meters beyond it.”
!!! In 3.54 minT.
!!! 3-2-1-0! Decontamination in progress…. Finished.
“That’s perfect, threw Rudder, jubilating. Now, EE, take a hundred meters of altitude, make a U-turn and fly for a new pass over the house along the same axis. I want to see if it was done properly.”
!!! Turn executed. I’m soon over the house again. Minus 1.10 min.
“Open the airlock. I want to send them a wee present. Slow down as we approach. I see the phosphorescent powder. Great work!”
Rudder waited until his sphere was far enough away from the farm.
Accelerate!” he cried, simultaneously drawing his lasergun and shooting.
A green conflagration, immense, illuminated the mountain.
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