#quangobaud — Public Fediverse posts
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As the Beeb ask for tenders for external companies to sort out their mess, here, presented for your consideration, an old opinion of mine on my "issues" with the BBC's treatment of Dr Who.
(it's just me being rude about Freemasons again)
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As the Beeb ask for tenders for external companies to sort out their mess, here, presented for your consideration, an old opinion of mine on my "issues" with the BBC's treatment of Dr Who.
(it's just me being rude about Freemasons again)
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As the Beeb ask for tenders for external companies to sort out their mess, here, presented for your consideration, an old opinion of mine on my "issues" with the BBC's treatment of Dr Who.
(it's just me being rude about Freemasons again)
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As the Beeb ask for tenders for external companies to sort out their mess, here, presented for your consideration, an old opinion of mine on my "issues" with the BBC's treatment of Dr Who.
(it's just me being rude about Freemasons again)
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As the Beeb ask for tenders for external companies to sort out their mess, here, presented for your consideration, an old opinion of mine on my "issues" with the BBC's treatment of Dr Who.
(it's just me being rude about Freemasons again)
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I've no clue why Wordpress is showing me nag cookie boxes inside JetPack when I'm viewing one of my own sites ... 🤔
#Quangobaud #Wordpress #JetPack #BadCookies #IsSomeoneDoingCorporateCrimeQuestionMark
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I've no clue why Wordpress is showing me nag cookie boxes inside JetPack when I'm viewing one of my own sites ... 🤔
#Quangobaud #Wordpress #JetPack #BadCookies #IsSomeoneDoingCorporateCrimeQuestionMark
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I've no clue why Wordpress is showing me nag cookie boxes inside JetPack when I'm viewing one of my own sites ... 🤔
#Quangobaud #Wordpress #JetPack #BadCookies #IsSomeoneDoingCorporateCrimeQuestionMark
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I've no clue why Wordpress is showing me nag cookie boxes inside JetPack when I'm viewing one of my own sites ... 🤔
#Quangobaud #Wordpress #JetPack #BadCookies #IsSomeoneDoingCorporateCrimeQuestionMark
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I've no clue why Wordpress is showing me nag cookie boxes inside JetPack when I'm viewing one of my own sites ... 🤔
#Quangobaud #Wordpress #JetPack #BadCookies #IsSomeoneDoingCorporateCrimeQuestionMark
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nastynot a star trek yarn 00
not a star trek yarn 01
not a star trek yarn 05
not a star trek yarn 06
not a star trek yarn 08
Contact
not a star trek yarn 01
2018 0501 0000— (“not a star trek yarn”) —
— part 1.1 – checks –
– –
– I get the shock of looking into my own eyes but my eyes are not quite right.
– Am I looking in a mirror?
– If I’m looking at myself in a mirror then where is the mirror?
– Where am I?– A crackle of electrical activity kicks in and parts of my brain communicate with each other.
– I understand now that I’m not looking in a mirror and I’m not quite anywhere but I am going somewhere.
– The eyes are in a head of a body that is the same as my body but it’s not my body.
– My thoughts are physically all over the place.
– The body is a checksum.– I’m in transport between ships (I think because I can’t quite remember).
– I’m experiencing Transporter Induced Consciousness Syndrome – TICS.
– I’m one of the nearly one in a thousand people who suffer tics.– Transport is near instantaneous but, for us tic sufferers, we can experience entire paranoid scenarios where we live out the recoalescing of our minds as a nightmare of betrayal and chases.
– Microseconds become minutes, hours, days.
– Months.
– But, often what I get is being awake when in the matter-stream.
– The Baulkhua have an explanation of it as the extension, the stretching, of the soul, the Katra, by the transport beam.– The checksum comes into focus again.
– What’s the best way to make sure that an information string in a computer system is being transmitted correctly?
– You do little calculations that go along with bits of the information string. You know what those bits should add upto and if they don’t add up the same on arrival then that is an indication that something has gone wrong.
– Or.
– You could just send two copies of the same information.
– Or, as many copies as you can send.
– Our transporter system works best in a version that creates a copy of what is being sent in the beam. The engineers cheekily call it Heisenberg Compensation but it’s really a brute force solution to the problem.
– Dematerialisation separates you down to the quark level – “easy” sets of two or three sub-nucleonic particles. All your genes, all your gut bacteria, all your clothes.
– The packeters for transmission pair each original quark from you with one from its matter generator – just to make sure the original stream matches the original you.
– Both streams are transmitted next to each other. In effect, a beam of data a few hundred light-years long is sent in seconds through sub-space. It travels faster than light because it travels through sub-space.
– Sub-space transmission can be exited without a remote receiving station by use of an interference pattern aimed at a location on, say, a planet which a ship is in orbit around. The interference pattern behaves as if it is a physical receiving station, as if a force-field is being used to create parts for a machine.
– But, no, I’m not being sent to a planet, I’m ship bound.– Suddenly, cold icy dread floods me.
– I tell myself it’s the tics kicking in the part of my brain that processes environmental alertness looking out for lions about to jump out at me from bush scrub on the ancient savannah. You’re being paranoid, I say to myself. My brain ignores me.
– Is that me?
– Is that really me?
– Am I the checksum?– There’s no way to know if I’m the checksum or not except I know that the checksums are not supposed to be conscious. Not supposed to be conscious. Sometimes they are conscious.
– It’s eyes were … are lifeless.
– Do I seem as lifeless as it?
– We’re twin matter streams travelling faster than the speed of light. At the speed of light we would be frozen like a still-image if we were in normal space. Sub-space is very different. Sub-space touches other universes, other continuums.– Then, I hear the hum. Not just in my ears but also in my mind and body. In my vision there are flashes of light, squiggles, arrows. I’m being assembled.
– It’s painful.
– My companion is pulled away from me. Seemingly, he falls into the deepest well. He shrinks. He shrinks from view as he falls. The perspective gives me vertigo. My heart lurches with panic and sympathy for my doppelganger companion but also relief that I’m not him.
– They always drop away from me before I re-materialise on a transporter pad.
– I’m almost passed caring what happens to the checksums, I’ve been through this many … many …– I’m not on a pad.
– My heart lurches and my head feels like it’s going to explode. There’s anger and an attempt to scream and howl. I want to beat my fists against the walls of the dark tube filled with fluid that I’m in.
– This … is … just … unfair.
– Then …
– I’m in air.
– There was a push of gravity or maybe of acceleration beneath me followed by the fluid of the tube flowing away.
– Someone, some people have turned me over and someone is slapping me hard on the back as I cough up fluid.MoB “Sir, sorry, sir,” says o’Briain.
– –
– Doctor Crusader checks me over with a medical-tricorder. We don’t have a hell of a lot of time; the fleet and non-fleet vessels are taking a pasting. I’ve got a briefing to attend and a mission plan to enact.
– ‘Wretch’ Berkeley makes excuses for the transporter failure.
RB “The transport station sub-processor read neural activity in the checksum and defaulted that stream to materialisation mode before reading the alpha stream.
RB “It should have tried to materialise both streams on pads and not … not switch the alpha to the disposal tube.”– I already know that.
– “I know, lieutenant.”
RB “We’ve purged systems but there are berserker bugs left from the attack.”
– Lyscenko gets to the point.
WL “The ship’s integrated computer had to be severed into local sub-units to stop the virus attack before the purge but the virus left tiny scraps of code, that had fleet standardised library modules as their shells, behind in non-critical systems. They’ve been hopping to other systems.
WL “The bugs, the malicious viruses, are just doing simple things like changing clocks, opening turbo-tube doors and redirecting data. The command-deck has independent systems and remains unaffected.”– Lyscenko is saying that we’re good to go.
– The Encìssí Juan Zefino Juan Dee was targeted so that our opponents could seize a tactical asset: Our captain.
– I don’t know what story will be told “back home” or in the future about these events (or if there will be any stories to be told at all judging by the way things are going) but I can tell you that it was a lot worse than what you think you know.
– There’s nothing like when a capable commander has a fleet that matches that commander’s capabilities.
– Our captain, their fleet.– My mind dwells on my messed-up transport back to the Juan Zefino Juan.
– I look at Reg and then Doc Bev.
– “My checksum …” I say, meaning to be professional but sounding far from it.
– Bev does that thing that Bev does.
BC “Brain-stem dead. Most of its organs started then stopped working shortly after rematerialisation. It had brief circulatory function. But, yes, there was some neural activity yet nothing coherent …”
– Reg interjects.
RB “Transporter chief o’Briain activated the Revive Beta when he saw that you … when he saw who he thought was you was dying and saw that the beta was viable. Analysis of the streams afterwards showed that there had been a switch.”
– Standing orders are that living betas are to be terminated when the alpha subject dies; but, this is a time of emergency in war – Command would have wanted to give any chance of success a try even if by doing so they break a few directives.
– “So, I’m twice as lucky to be alive.”
– Bev puts a hand on my shoulder.
BC “Try and make it thrice lucky, mm?”
– My next mission is hours away, it could very well be my last.– Lyscenko is as ever the pragmatist.
WL “Perhaps you would like a last meal? I’ve heard you taste lovely.”
– Oh. And then, there’s the way that we dispose of all that beta grade meat.
– “Waste not; want not.”
_________________________________________2018 0501 0234
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nastynot a star trek yarn 00
not a star trek yarn 01
not a star trek yarn 05
not a star trek yarn 06
not a star trek yarn 08
Contact
not a star trek yarn 01
2018 0501 0000— (“not a star trek yarn”) —
— part 1.1 – checks –
– –
– I get the shock of looking into my own eyes but my eyes are not quite right.
– Am I looking in a mirror?
– If I’m looking at myself in a mirror then where is the mirror?
– Where am I?– A crackle of electrical activity kicks in and parts of my brain communicate with each other.
– I understand now that I’m not looking in a mirror and I’m not quite anywhere but I am going somewhere.
– The eyes are in a head of a body that is the same as my body but it’s not my body.
– My thoughts are physically all over the place.
– The body is a checksum.– I’m in transport between ships (I think because I can’t quite remember).
– I’m experiencing Transporter Induced Consciousness Syndrome – TICS.
– I’m one of the nearly one in a thousand people who suffer tics.– Transport is near instantaneous but, for us tic sufferers, we can experience entire paranoid scenarios where we live out the recoalescing of our minds as a nightmare of betrayal and chases.
– Microseconds become minutes, hours, days.
– Months.
– But, often what I get is being awake when in the matter-stream.
– The Baulkhua have an explanation of it as the extension, the stretching, of the soul, the Katra, by the transport beam.– The checksum comes into focus again.
– What’s the best way to make sure that an information string in a computer system is being transmitted correctly?
– You do little calculations that go along with bits of the information string. You know what those bits should add upto and if they don’t add up the same on arrival then that is an indication that something has gone wrong.
– Or.
– You could just send two copies of the same information.
– Or, as many copies as you can send.
– Our transporter system works best in a version that creates a copy of what is being sent in the beam. The engineers cheekily call it Heisenberg Compensation but it’s really a brute force solution to the problem.
– Dematerialisation separates you down to the quark level – “easy” sets of two or three sub-nucleonic particles. All your genes, all your gut bacteria, all your clothes.
– The packeters for transmission pair each original quark from you with one from its matter generator – just to make sure the original stream matches the original you.
– Both streams are transmitted next to each other. In effect, a beam of data a few hundred light-years long is sent in seconds through sub-space. It travels faster than light because it travels through sub-space.
– Sub-space transmission can be exited without a remote receiving station by use of an interference pattern aimed at a location on, say, a planet which a ship is in orbit around. The interference pattern behaves as if it is a physical receiving station, as if a force-field is being used to create parts for a machine.
– But, no, I’m not being sent to a planet, I’m ship bound.– Suddenly, cold icy dread floods me.
– I tell myself it’s the tics kicking in the part of my brain that processes environmental alertness looking out for lions about to jump out at me from bush scrub on the ancient savannah. You’re being paranoid, I say to myself. My brain ignores me.
– Is that me?
– Is that really me?
– Am I the checksum?– There’s no way to know if I’m the checksum or not except I know that the checksums are not supposed to be conscious. Not supposed to be conscious. Sometimes they are conscious.
– It’s eyes were … are lifeless.
– Do I seem as lifeless as it?
– We’re twin matter streams travelling faster than the speed of light. At the speed of light we would be frozen like a still-image if we were in normal space. Sub-space is very different. Sub-space touches other universes, other continuums.– Then, I hear the hum. Not just in my ears but also in my mind and body. In my vision there are flashes of light, squiggles, arrows. I’m being assembled.
– It’s painful.
– My companion is pulled away from me. Seemingly, he falls into the deepest well. He shrinks. He shrinks from view as he falls. The perspective gives me vertigo. My heart lurches with panic and sympathy for my doppelganger companion but also relief that I’m not him.
– They always drop away from me before I re-materialise on a transporter pad.
– I’m almost passed caring what happens to the checksums, I’ve been through this many … many …– I’m not on a pad.
– My heart lurches and my head feels like it’s going to explode. There’s anger and an attempt to scream and howl. I want to beat my fists against the walls of the dark tube filled with fluid that I’m in.
– This … is … just … unfair.
– Then …
– I’m in air.
– There was a push of gravity or maybe of acceleration beneath me followed by the fluid of the tube flowing away.
– Someone, some people have turned me over and someone is slapping me hard on the back as I cough up fluid.MoB “Sir, sorry, sir,” says o’Briain.
– –
– Doctor Crusader checks me over with a medical-tricorder. We don’t have a hell of a lot of time; the fleet and non-fleet vessels are taking a pasting. I’ve got a briefing to attend and a mission plan to enact.
– ‘Wretch’ Berkeley makes excuses for the transporter failure.
RB “The transport station sub-processor read neural activity in the checksum and defaulted that stream to materialisation mode before reading the alpha stream.
RB “It should have tried to materialise both streams on pads and not … not switch the alpha to the disposal tube.”– I already know that.
– “I know, lieutenant.”
RB “We’ve purged systems but there are berserker bugs left from the attack.”
– Lyscenko gets to the point.
WL “The ship’s integrated computer had to be severed into local sub-units to stop the virus attack before the purge but the virus left tiny scraps of code, that had fleet standardised library modules as their shells, behind in non-critical systems. They’ve been hopping to other systems.
WL “The bugs, the malicious viruses, are just doing simple things like changing clocks, opening turbo-tube doors and redirecting data. The command-deck has independent systems and remains unaffected.”– Lyscenko is saying that we’re good to go.
– The Encìssí Juan Zefino Juan Dee was targeted so that our opponents could seize a tactical asset: Our captain.
– I don’t know what story will be told “back home” or in the future about these events (or if there will be any stories to be told at all judging by the way things are going) but I can tell you that it was a lot worse than what you think you know.
– There’s nothing like when a capable commander has a fleet that matches that commander’s capabilities.
– Our captain, their fleet.– My mind dwells on my messed-up transport back to the Juan Zefino Juan.
– I look at Reg and then Doc Bev.
– “My checksum …” I say, meaning to be professional but sounding far from it.
– Bev does that thing that Bev does.
BC “Brain-stem dead. Most of its organs started then stopped working shortly after rematerialisation. It had brief circulatory function. But, yes, there was some neural activity yet nothing coherent …”
– Reg interjects.
RB “Transporter chief o’Briain activated the Revive Beta when he saw that you … when he saw who he thought was you was dying and saw that the beta was viable. Analysis of the streams afterwards showed that there had been a switch.”
– Standing orders are that living betas are to be terminated when the alpha subject dies; but, this is a time of emergency in war – Command would have wanted to give any chance of success a try even if by doing so they break a few directives.
– “So, I’m twice as lucky to be alive.”
– Bev puts a hand on my shoulder.
BC “Try and make it thrice lucky, mm?”
– My next mission is hours away, it could very well be my last.– Lyscenko is as ever the pragmatist.
WL “Perhaps you would like a last meal? I’ve heard you taste lovely.”
– Oh. And then, there’s the way that we dispose of all that beta grade meat.
– “Waste not; want not.”
_________________________________________2018 0501 0234
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nastynot a star trek yarn 00
not a star trek yarn 01
not a star trek yarn 05
not a star trek yarn 06
not a star trek yarn 08
Contact
not a star trek yarn 01
2018 0501 0000— (“not a star trek yarn”) —
— part 1.1 – checks –
– –
– I get the shock of looking into my own eyes but my eyes are not quite right.
– Am I looking in a mirror?
– If I’m looking at myself in a mirror then where is the mirror?
– Where am I?– A crackle of electrical activity kicks in and parts of my brain communicate with each other.
– I understand now that I’m not looking in a mirror and I’m not quite anywhere but I am going somewhere.
– The eyes are in a head of a body that is the same as my body but it’s not my body.
– My thoughts are physically all over the place.
– The body is a checksum.– I’m in transport between ships (I think because I can’t quite remember).
– I’m experiencing Transporter Induced Consciousness Syndrome – TICS.
– I’m one of the nearly one in a thousand people who suffer tics.– Transport is near instantaneous but, for us tic sufferers, we can experience entire paranoid scenarios where we live out the recoalescing of our minds as a nightmare of betrayal and chases.
– Microseconds become minutes, hours, days.
– Months.
– But, often what I get is being awake when in the matter-stream.
– The Baulkhua have an explanation of it as the extension, the stretching, of the soul, the Katra, by the transport beam.– The checksum comes into focus again.
– What’s the best way to make sure that an information string in a computer system is being transmitted correctly?
– You do little calculations that go along with bits of the information string. You know what those bits should add upto and if they don’t add up the same on arrival then that is an indication that something has gone wrong.
– Or.
– You could just send two copies of the same information.
– Or, as many copies as you can send.
– Our transporter system works best in a version that creates a copy of what is being sent in the beam. The engineers cheekily call it Heisenberg Compensation but it’s really a brute force solution to the problem.
– Dematerialisation separates you down to the quark level – “easy” sets of two or three sub-nucleonic particles. All your genes, all your gut bacteria, all your clothes.
– The packeters for transmission pair each original quark from you with one from its matter generator – just to make sure the original stream matches the original you.
– Both streams are transmitted next to each other. In effect, a beam of data a few hundred light-years long is sent in seconds through sub-space. It travels faster than light because it travels through sub-space.
– Sub-space transmission can be exited without a remote receiving station by use of an interference pattern aimed at a location on, say, a planet which a ship is in orbit around. The interference pattern behaves as if it is a physical receiving station, as if a force-field is being used to create parts for a machine.
– But, no, I’m not being sent to a planet, I’m ship bound.– Suddenly, cold icy dread floods me.
– I tell myself it’s the tics kicking in the part of my brain that processes environmental alertness looking out for lions about to jump out at me from bush scrub on the ancient savannah. You’re being paranoid, I say to myself. My brain ignores me.
– Is that me?
– Is that really me?
– Am I the checksum?– There’s no way to know if I’m the checksum or not except I know that the checksums are not supposed to be conscious. Not supposed to be conscious. Sometimes they are conscious.
– It’s eyes were … are lifeless.
– Do I seem as lifeless as it?
– We’re twin matter streams travelling faster than the speed of light. At the speed of light we would be frozen like a still-image if we were in normal space. Sub-space is very different. Sub-space touches other universes, other continuums.– Then, I hear the hum. Not just in my ears but also in my mind and body. In my vision there are flashes of light, squiggles, arrows. I’m being assembled.
– It’s painful.
– My companion is pulled away from me. Seemingly, he falls into the deepest well. He shrinks. He shrinks from view as he falls. The perspective gives me vertigo. My heart lurches with panic and sympathy for my doppelganger companion but also relief that I’m not him.
– They always drop away from me before I re-materialise on a transporter pad.
– I’m almost passed caring what happens to the checksums, I’ve been through this many … many …– I’m not on a pad.
– My heart lurches and my head feels like it’s going to explode. There’s anger and an attempt to scream and howl. I want to beat my fists against the walls of the dark tube filled with fluid that I’m in.
– This … is … just … unfair.
– Then …
– I’m in air.
– There was a push of gravity or maybe of acceleration beneath me followed by the fluid of the tube flowing away.
– Someone, some people have turned me over and someone is slapping me hard on the back as I cough up fluid.MoB “Sir, sorry, sir,” says o’Briain.
– –
– Doctor Crusader checks me over with a medical-tricorder. We don’t have a hell of a lot of time; the fleet and non-fleet vessels are taking a pasting. I’ve got a briefing to attend and a mission plan to enact.
– ‘Wretch’ Berkeley makes excuses for the transporter failure.
RB “The transport station sub-processor read neural activity in the checksum and defaulted that stream to materialisation mode before reading the alpha stream.
RB “It should have tried to materialise both streams on pads and not … not switch the alpha to the disposal tube.”– I already know that.
– “I know, lieutenant.”
RB “We’ve purged systems but there are berserker bugs left from the attack.”
– Lyscenko gets to the point.
WL “The ship’s integrated computer had to be severed into local sub-units to stop the virus attack before the purge but the virus left tiny scraps of code, that had fleet standardised library modules as their shells, behind in non-critical systems. They’ve been hopping to other systems.
WL “The bugs, the malicious viruses, are just doing simple things like changing clocks, opening turbo-tube doors and redirecting data. The command-deck has independent systems and remains unaffected.”– Lyscenko is saying that we’re good to go.
– The Encìssí Juan Zefino Juan Dee was targeted so that our opponents could seize a tactical asset: Our captain.
– I don’t know what story will be told “back home” or in the future about these events (or if there will be any stories to be told at all judging by the way things are going) but I can tell you that it was a lot worse than what you think you know.
– There’s nothing like when a capable commander has a fleet that matches that commander’s capabilities.
– Our captain, their fleet.– My mind dwells on my messed-up transport back to the Juan Zefino Juan.
– I look at Reg and then Doc Bev.
– “My checksum …” I say, meaning to be professional but sounding far from it.
– Bev does that thing that Bev does.
BC “Brain-stem dead. Most of its organs started then stopped working shortly after rematerialisation. It had brief circulatory function. But, yes, there was some neural activity yet nothing coherent …”
– Reg interjects.
RB “Transporter chief o’Briain activated the Revive Beta when he saw that you … when he saw who he thought was you was dying and saw that the beta was viable. Analysis of the streams afterwards showed that there had been a switch.”
– Standing orders are that living betas are to be terminated when the alpha subject dies; but, this is a time of emergency in war – Command would have wanted to give any chance of success a try even if by doing so they break a few directives.
– “So, I’m twice as lucky to be alive.”
– Bev puts a hand on my shoulder.
BC “Try and make it thrice lucky, mm?”
– My next mission is hours away, it could very well be my last.– Lyscenko is as ever the pragmatist.
WL “Perhaps you would like a last meal? I’ve heard you taste lovely.”
– Oh. And then, there’s the way that we dispose of all that beta grade meat.
– “Waste not; want not.”
_________________________________________2018 0501 0234
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nastynot a star trek yarn 00
not a star trek yarn 01
not a star trek yarn 05
not a star trek yarn 06
not a star trek yarn 08
Contact
not a star trek yarn 01
2018 0501 0000— (“not a star trek yarn”) —
— part 1.1 – checks –
– –
– I get the shock of looking into my own eyes but my eyes are not quite right.
– Am I looking in a mirror?
– If I’m looking at myself in a mirror then where is the mirror?
– Where am I?– A crackle of electrical activity kicks in and parts of my brain communicate with each other.
– I understand now that I’m not looking in a mirror and I’m not quite anywhere but I am going somewhere.
– The eyes are in a head of a body that is the same as my body but it’s not my body.
– My thoughts are physically all over the place.
– The body is a checksum.– I’m in transport between ships (I think because I can’t quite remember).
– I’m experiencing Transporter Induced Consciousness Syndrome – TICS.
– I’m one of the nearly one in a thousand people who suffer tics.– Transport is near instantaneous but, for us tic sufferers, we can experience entire paranoid scenarios where we live out the recoalescing of our minds as a nightmare of betrayal and chases.
– Microseconds become minutes, hours, days.
– Months.
– But, often what I get is being awake when in the matter-stream.
– The Baulkhua have an explanation of it as the extension, the stretching, of the soul, the Katra, by the transport beam.– The checksum comes into focus again.
– What’s the best way to make sure that an information string in a computer system is being transmitted correctly?
– You do little calculations that go along with bits of the information string. You know what those bits should add upto and if they don’t add up the same on arrival then that is an indication that something has gone wrong.
– Or.
– You could just send two copies of the same information.
– Or, as many copies as you can send.
– Our transporter system works best in a version that creates a copy of what is being sent in the beam. The engineers cheekily call it Heisenberg Compensation but it’s really a brute force solution to the problem.
– Dematerialisation separates you down to the quark level – “easy” sets of two or three sub-nucleonic particles. All your genes, all your gut bacteria, all your clothes.
– The packeters for transmission pair each original quark from you with one from its matter generator – just to make sure the original stream matches the original you.
– Both streams are transmitted next to each other. In effect, a beam of data a few hundred light-years long is sent in seconds through sub-space. It travels faster than light because it travels through sub-space.
– Sub-space transmission can be exited without a remote receiving station by use of an interference pattern aimed at a location on, say, a planet which a ship is in orbit around. The interference pattern behaves as if it is a physical receiving station, as if a force-field is being used to create parts for a machine.
– But, no, I’m not being sent to a planet, I’m ship bound.– Suddenly, cold icy dread floods me.
– I tell myself it’s the tics kicking in the part of my brain that processes environmental alertness looking out for lions about to jump out at me from bush scrub on the ancient savannah. You’re being paranoid, I say to myself. My brain ignores me.
– Is that me?
– Is that really me?
– Am I the checksum?– There’s no way to know if I’m the checksum or not except I know that the checksums are not supposed to be conscious. Not supposed to be conscious. Sometimes they are conscious.
– It’s eyes were … are lifeless.
– Do I seem as lifeless as it?
– We’re twin matter streams travelling faster than the speed of light. At the speed of light we would be frozen like a still-image if we were in normal space. Sub-space is very different. Sub-space touches other universes, other continuums.– Then, I hear the hum. Not just in my ears but also in my mind and body. In my vision there are flashes of light, squiggles, arrows. I’m being assembled.
– It’s painful.
– My companion is pulled away from me. Seemingly, he falls into the deepest well. He shrinks. He shrinks from view as he falls. The perspective gives me vertigo. My heart lurches with panic and sympathy for my doppelganger companion but also relief that I’m not him.
– They always drop away from me before I re-materialise on a transporter pad.
– I’m almost passed caring what happens to the checksums, I’ve been through this many … many …– I’m not on a pad.
– My heart lurches and my head feels like it’s going to explode. There’s anger and an attempt to scream and howl. I want to beat my fists against the walls of the dark tube filled with fluid that I’m in.
– This … is … just … unfair.
– Then …
– I’m in air.
– There was a push of gravity or maybe of acceleration beneath me followed by the fluid of the tube flowing away.
– Someone, some people have turned me over and someone is slapping me hard on the back as I cough up fluid.MoB “Sir, sorry, sir,” says o’Briain.
– –
– Doctor Crusader checks me over with a medical-tricorder. We don’t have a hell of a lot of time; the fleet and non-fleet vessels are taking a pasting. I’ve got a briefing to attend and a mission plan to enact.
– ‘Wretch’ Berkeley makes excuses for the transporter failure.
RB “The transport station sub-processor read neural activity in the checksum and defaulted that stream to materialisation mode before reading the alpha stream.
RB “It should have tried to materialise both streams on pads and not … not switch the alpha to the disposal tube.”– I already know that.
– “I know, lieutenant.”
RB “We’ve purged systems but there are berserker bugs left from the attack.”
– Lyscenko gets to the point.
WL “The ship’s integrated computer had to be severed into local sub-units to stop the virus attack before the purge but the virus left tiny scraps of code, that had fleet standardised library modules as their shells, behind in non-critical systems. They’ve been hopping to other systems.
WL “The bugs, the malicious viruses, are just doing simple things like changing clocks, opening turbo-tube doors and redirecting data. The command-deck has independent systems and remains unaffected.”– Lyscenko is saying that we’re good to go.
– The Encìssí Juan Zefino Juan Dee was targeted so that our opponents could seize a tactical asset: Our captain.
– I don’t know what story will be told “back home” or in the future about these events (or if there will be any stories to be told at all judging by the way things are going) but I can tell you that it was a lot worse than what you think you know.
– There’s nothing like when a capable commander has a fleet that matches that commander’s capabilities.
– Our captain, their fleet.– My mind dwells on my messed-up transport back to the Juan Zefino Juan.
– I look at Reg and then Doc Bev.
– “My checksum …” I say, meaning to be professional but sounding far from it.
– Bev does that thing that Bev does.
BC “Brain-stem dead. Most of its organs started then stopped working shortly after rematerialisation. It had brief circulatory function. But, yes, there was some neural activity yet nothing coherent …”
– Reg interjects.
RB “Transporter chief o’Briain activated the Revive Beta when he saw that you … when he saw who he thought was you was dying and saw that the beta was viable. Analysis of the streams afterwards showed that there had been a switch.”
– Standing orders are that living betas are to be terminated when the alpha subject dies; but, this is a time of emergency in war – Command would have wanted to give any chance of success a try even if by doing so they break a few directives.
– “So, I’m twice as lucky to be alive.”
– Bev puts a hand on my shoulder.
BC “Try and make it thrice lucky, mm?”
– My next mission is hours away, it could very well be my last.– Lyscenko is as ever the pragmatist.
WL “Perhaps you would like a last meal? I’ve heard you taste lovely.”
– Oh. And then, there’s the way that we dispose of all that beta grade meat.
– “Waste not; want not.”
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2018 0501 0000— (“not a star trek yarn”) —
— part 1.1 – checks –
– –
– I get the shock of looking into my own eyes but my eyes are not quite right.
– Am I looking in a mirror?
– If I’m looking at myself in a mirror then where is the mirror?
– Where am I?– A crackle of electrical activity kicks in and parts of my brain communicate with each other.
– I understand now that I’m not looking in a mirror and I’m not quite anywhere but I am going somewhere.
– The eyes are in a head of a body that is the same as my body but it’s not my body.
– My thoughts are physically all over the place.
– The body is a checksum.– I’m in transport between ships (I think because I can’t quite remember).
– I’m experiencing Transporter Induced Consciousness Syndrome – TICS.
– I’m one of the nearly one in a thousand people who suffer tics.– Transport is near instantaneous but, for us tic sufferers, we can experience entire paranoid scenarios where we live out the recoalescing of our minds as a nightmare of betrayal and chases.
– Microseconds become minutes, hours, days.
– Months.
– But, often what I get is being awake when in the matter-stream.
– The Baulkhua have an explanation of it as the extension, the stretching, of the soul, the Katra, by the transport beam.– The checksum comes into focus again.
– What’s the best way to make sure that an information string in a computer system is being transmitted correctly?
– You do little calculations that go along with bits of the information string. You know what those bits should add upto and if they don’t add up the same on arrival then that is an indication that something has gone wrong.
– Or.
– You could just send two copies of the same information.
– Or, as many copies as you can send.
– Our transporter system works best in a version that creates a copy of what is being sent in the beam. The engineers cheekily call it Heisenberg Compensation but it’s really a brute force solution to the problem.
– Dematerialisation separates you down to the quark level – “easy” sets of two or three sub-nucleonic particles. All your genes, all your gut bacteria, all your clothes.
– The packeters for transmission pair each original quark from you with one from its matter generator – just to make sure the original stream matches the original you.
– Both streams are transmitted next to each other. In effect, a beam of data a few hundred light-years long is sent in seconds through sub-space. It travels faster than light because it travels through sub-space.
– Sub-space transmission can be exited without a remote receiving station by use of an interference pattern aimed at a location on, say, a planet which a ship is in orbit around. The interference pattern behaves as if it is a physical receiving station, as if a force-field is being used to create parts for a machine.
– But, no, I’m not being sent to a planet, I’m ship bound.– Suddenly, cold icy dread floods me.
– I tell myself it’s the tics kicking in the part of my brain that processes environmental alertness looking out for lions about to jump out at me from bush scrub on the ancient savannah. You’re being paranoid, I say to myself. My brain ignores me.
– Is that me?
– Is that really me?
– Am I the checksum?– There’s no way to know if I’m the checksum or not except I know that the checksums are not supposed to be conscious. Not supposed to be conscious. Sometimes they are conscious.
– It’s eyes were … are lifeless.
– Do I seem as lifeless as it?
– We’re twin matter streams travelling faster than the speed of light. At the speed of light we would be frozen like a still-image if we were in normal space. Sub-space is very different. Sub-space touches other universes, other continuums.– Then, I hear the hum. Not just in my ears but also in my mind and body. In my vision there are flashes of light, squiggles, arrows. I’m being assembled.
– It’s painful.
– My companion is pulled away from me. Seemingly, he falls into the deepest well. He shrinks. He shrinks from view as he falls. The perspective gives me vertigo. My heart lurches with panic and sympathy for my doppelganger companion but also relief that I’m not him.
– They always drop away from me before I re-materialise on a transporter pad.
– I’m almost passed caring what happens to the checksums, I’ve been through this many … many …– I’m not on a pad.
– My heart lurches and my head feels like it’s going to explode. There’s anger and an attempt to scream and howl. I want to beat my fists against the walls of the dark tube filled with fluid that I’m in.
– This … is … just … unfair.
– Then …
– I’m in air.
– There was a push of gravity or maybe of acceleration beneath me followed by the fluid of the tube flowing away.
– Someone, some people have turned me over and someone is slapping me hard on the back as I cough up fluid.MoB “Sir, sorry, sir,” says o’Briain.
– –
– Doctor Crusader checks me over with a medical-tricorder. We don’t have a hell of a lot of time; the fleet and non-fleet vessels are taking a pasting. I’ve got a briefing to attend and a mission plan to enact.
– ‘Wretch’ Berkeley makes excuses for the transporter failure.
RB “The transport station sub-processor read neural activity in the checksum and defaulted that stream to materialisation mode before reading the alpha stream.
RB “It should have tried to materialise both streams on pads and not … not switch the alpha to the disposal tube.”– I already know that.
– “I know, lieutenant.”
RB “We’ve purged systems but there are berserker bugs left from the attack.”
– Lyscenko gets to the point.
WL “The ship’s integrated computer had to be severed into local sub-units to stop the virus attack before the purge but the virus left tiny scraps of code, that had fleet standardised library modules as their shells, behind in non-critical systems. They’ve been hopping to other systems.
WL “The bugs, the malicious viruses, are just doing simple things like changing clocks, opening turbo-tube doors and redirecting data. The command-deck has independent systems and remains unaffected.”– Lyscenko is saying that we’re good to go.
– The Encìssí Juan Zefino Juan Dee was targeted so that our opponents could seize a tactical asset: Our captain.
– I don’t know what story will be told “back home” or in the future about these events (or if there will be any stories to be told at all judging by the way things are going) but I can tell you that it was a lot worse than what you think you know.
– There’s nothing like when a capable commander has a fleet that matches that commander’s capabilities.
– Our captain, their fleet.– My mind dwells on my messed-up transport back to the Juan Zefino Juan.
– I look at Reg and then Doc Bev.
– “My checksum …” I say, meaning to be professional but sounding far from it.
– Bev does that thing that Bev does.
BC “Brain-stem dead. Most of its organs started then stopped working shortly after rematerialisation. It had brief circulatory function. But, yes, there was some neural activity yet nothing coherent …”
– Reg interjects.
RB “Transporter chief o’Briain activated the Revive Beta when he saw that you … when he saw who he thought was you was dying and saw that the beta was viable. Analysis of the streams afterwards showed that there had been a switch.”
– Standing orders are that living betas are to be terminated when the alpha subject dies; but, this is a time of emergency in war – Command would have wanted to give any chance of success a try even if by doing so they break a few directives.
– “So, I’m twice as lucky to be alive.”
– Bev puts a hand on my shoulder.
BC “Try and make it thrice lucky, mm?”
– My next mission is hours away, it could very well be my last.– Lyscenko is as ever the pragmatist.
WL “Perhaps you would like a last meal? I’ve heard you taste lovely.”
– Oh. And then, there’s the way that we dispose of all that beta grade meat.
– “Waste not; want not.”
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I'm assuming that when people (or LLM) view my wordpress homepage, the first thing they see is the very very very rude "Threemasonry Thought" story.
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