The Fall

This book sent me down the “we’re living in a simulation” rabbit hole.

Qualia. The fall—paradise lost. Meatspace and time. Bitworld.

I still think we are going to find that consciousness is quantum mechanical (like a lot of biological things we take for granted—sight and other examples). See Quantum Biology. And given that, we will need large scale quantum computing to have any kind of true singularity and the required substrate to run consciousness if in fact it can be dry not wet.

Can the theory that reality is a simulation be tested? We investigate this question based on the assumption that if the system performing the simulation is finite (i.e. has limited resources), then to achieve low computational complexity, such a system would, as in a video game, render content (reality) only at the moment that information becomes available for observation by a player and not at the moment of detection by a machine (that would be part of the simulation and whose detection would also be part of the internal computation performed by the Virtual Reality server before rendering content to the player). Guided by this principle we describe conceptual wave/particle duality experiments aimed at testing the simulation theory.

Boundries… an expanding universe, the speed of light, planc length, and implied planc time (which would be the clock speed),

Rendering and optimization… collapse wave functions when you observe something… this is modern day video games.

In most of the country, being on an interstate meant that you were in sane and settled territory—it was the network that linked the reality-based nodes of society.

As Pete put it, “Their fathers believed that the people in the cities actually gave a shit about them enough to want to come and take their guns and other property. So they put money they didn’t really have into stockpiling trillions of rounds and hunkered down waiting for the elites to come confiscate their stuff.

Enoch pondered it for a bit. “I would say that the ability of people to agree on matters of fact not immediately visible—states of affairs removed from them in space and time—ramped up from a baseline of approximately zero to a pretty high level around the time of the scientific revolution and all that, and stayed there and became more globally distributed up through the Cronkite era, and then dropped to zero incredibly quickly when the Internet came along.

“Destroying is just easier than creating,” said Corvus, “and that’s that.

Modern utilities ran underground. Even had those things not been the case, the tax base wasn’t there to support all those arborists and pavers. So the trees—all of them deciduous imports from the East Coast or Europe—had been doing as they pleased for decades. And what pleased them was apparently getting drunk on sky-high levels of atmospheric CO2 and flinging out roots and limbs as wide as they possibly could. Capitol Hill was becoming a forest straight out of Northern European high-fantasy literature.

Maybe it’s sims not turtles all the way down.