Wednesday, August 17, 2005


Of the vast social network clustering and encircling the globe, stands two interconnected neural nodes, you and I. Our sense perception receptors, a road for weary travellers, abstract notions, patterns pulsing through wires, riding electromagnetic airwaves, migrating north to catch a new summer. Hopes, dreams and belief, wildflowers in a field of copper, spreading on the wind.

Only just started work on a new project recently, adapted from an old idea that sprouted up quite a while ago - just messing around really for now; probably won't go anywhere. A global virtual brain, codenamed copperfield it would be, comprising an extensive electronic neural network like nothing ever seen before. Ok, well that might be just a bit of an exaggeration of something that in its present, early state, just sits and listens for udp connections, but what soon hopes to turn any ordinary computer into either a single or cluster of artificial neurones, firing neurotransmissions over network synapses.

As I was saying to Jerry the other day: due to the chaos and complexity of the vast interconnected fields, the final outcome is uncertain, but going by what I've seen in the movies, at some point along the line, copperfield will become spontaneously self-aware and then try to take over humanity. That's the plan anyway.

It's been just about a year since finishing Charles Dickens' David Copperfield, surprisingly finding an unexpected amount I could identify with over such a stretch of time since the story was first put to page. Took me quite a while to finally get through it all though; intermittent bursts of avid interest, between sometimes months of having it sitting on the shelf, quietly taunting me. In the end I'm glad to have it read, and like it or not, aware of their connections and influence, the spreading wildflowers of Copperfield's words still remain.

Traddles and I in conference with the Misses Spenlow


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