21 January 2016

Notes - construction / computer leads for ch. 11 / collaboration / craftsman

      
         0855 hours. I don’t believe I’ve ever thought of the heartansoulanmind as a separate entity, that is, beyond the Homo sapiens or Marsupial humanoid component. However, if an AI humanoid composed or super-composed a heartansoulanmind, one that could survive beyond the physical, what would make the difference?
       Why does it have to be humanoid? – Amorella

       0903 hours. I can better relate to a humanoid figure like Ava in Ex Machina because she has intellect plus sexual composition.

       What about personality? – Amorella

       0924 hours. Good point. A heartansoulanmind display would have to show an individual personality. Plus, the two plausible AI in the Merlyn books are male oriented so I will have to treat them as male friends – this is plausible, I have strong bonds with a fellow male or two. These two AI can do the same – strong male bonding rather than ‘bromance’.

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male bonding

In ethology and social science, male bonding is the formation of close personal relationships, and patterns of friendship or cooperation between males.

In the context of human relationships, male bonding is used to describe friendship between men, or the way in which men befriend each other. The expression is sometimes used synonymously with the word camaraderie. The first widely noticed use of the term was in Men in Groups (1969; 2004) by anthropologist Lionel Tiger.

Anthropologists at Germany's University of Gottingen found out, by studies on the Barbary macaques (an ape which exhibits humanlike social behaviour) that spending more time with other males relieved their stress levels and reduced stress-related illnesses, and may do so in humans as well.

Selected and edited from Wikipedia

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       0948 hours. This appears complicated to pull off but it is interesting also, perhaps to construct a strong male bonding between AI’s as between Plato and Aristotle.  

       You feel you are being overly serious in tone but this is you, orndorff, using a more orderly manner and construction. This is also who you are. – Amorella

       0958 hours. I am somewhat embarrassed to show myself this way.

       Too bad. – Post. - Amorella


       After noon. You are sitting at the bank waiting for Carol and then eating at Potbelly’s on Mason-Montgomery Road with a stop at Kroger’s on the way home. The weather is cold but sunny and pretty with the light snow covering. – Amorella

       With the stop at Kroger’s let’s lead up to the place we can drop in info about the two AI-computers. – Amorella

       1511 hours. Home. Interesting, I have underlined info from book one on the plane being hit –two important comments and one from book two below. 

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Ch. 1, Bk. 1

An hour into their flight Blake and Justin were enjoying the quiet drown of the engine along with the darker blue above and the gray blue waters of Lake Erie thousands of feet below. 

Dusk around five, brooded Blake when the tip of the left wing lightly tapped an unseen object. Blake quickly adjusted and settled the flight.

         "Was it a bird?" asked Pyl cautiously.
         "Sounded like a new tire kicking up a stone," said Justin a bit more apprehensive than his wife.
         Blake picked up the small binoculars for a quick inspection, "There's a crack near the wing tip light. 

Damn, I just paid fifteen hundred for those." His puffed lower lip and grumbling demeanor lead to another round of silence through the uneventfully and thus satisfactory landing at Burke an hour before dark.
         While Blake visually inspected the landing light held fiberglass wingtip more closely he observed a minute gray spongy substance within the slight crack, it was secondary to the fact that the crack appeared repairable for a lot less money than he had anticipated. – Chapter 1, Bk. 1

Ch. 2, Bk. 1
The worst that can happen is Ship will run naked to HomePlanetsThree with for his living bioheart crew attached. When it comes to fight-or-flight the marsupial humanoids have always had some place to run for their own survival and safety. They have not had to stand-an-fight event for over twenty thousand earth years. Cultural social consciousness is the necessity that sees to that.

         "Do you think he'll take your offer?" asked the fit and ready-for-another-swim Hartolite.

         Yermey stated, "I'm more interested in why Ship allowed the Cessna wingtip's touch. Ship had to know the plane was close and he chose to do little about it."

         With gazed eyes narrowing Captain Friendly commented, "Ship allowed a touch not a collision. I too wonder about this. For now though we need to go with what is. 

Unknowingly this woman named Pill has scientific evidence of our existence, and there may be microscopic evidence attached the plane, traces of blackenot tissue for instance. I think it would be easier to buy the plane and allow them to make a healthy profit in the process. Besides, an electromagnetic anomaly may have allowed the plane to tap Ship. Godofamily only knows stranger things have happened in this galaxy.

         "What do we do?" questioned Hartolite. "Ship is autonomous as we came here on our own orders, not from ParentsinCharge." – Chapter 2, Bk. 1
      
       This ties with Director Kembel’s comment in Ch. 7, Bk. 2 –

Director Kembel sits in the chair thinking: I no longer stand. I sit and still await Drenakite. Surely she is at the outer door. This is not a good sign. Embarrassed, he flushes away such primitive, superstitious thought. History envelops me. 

It has some twenty thousand years since the last plague and I feel we may be opening the door to another by bringing these Earthlings here. Ship is less than two hundred miles from our atmosphere and in a special blackened. 

Ship is communicating only with Onesixanzero. 

No one else knows what is at stake. Our machinery has us tied, thinking this introduction is ultimately for both of our species health and safety, but machinery does not succumb to biochemical contagion. It has no fear, 

no superstition. – ch. 7, bk. 2

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       1517 hours. This is interesting. References to why Ship allowed the touch; and Friendly questioning that Ship is supposed to be autonomous. And, Kembel telling us that  Ship is only communicating with Onesixanzero. This can be taken care of in this chapter 11. Most cool. Is this luck or what?


       Post. - Amorella


       After dusk. You have been cataloguing and condensing the recent earlier info on Ship and Onesixanzero. We can work with this as is. Later, however, or tomorrow. – Amorella

       1834 hours. ‘We’ is a good operative word here. This is interesting. I like seeing how things come together creatively. I never bore people with this stuff, but it is an essential part of the ‘making’ of Pouch 11. Time for a makeshift supper.

       Personal politeness is one of your reason for not talking. – Amorella

       1839 hours. My new direction (attitude) to the Notes is much better. I feel back in the groove, so to speak. We are collaborating more openly. Or, perhaps I am being more open to collaborating. 

       Post. - Amorella



       Tonight you watched a couple of your favorite TV shows and also the newest “This Old House” on PBS 16 from Oxford, Ohio. As you were watching the reconstructed front porch having new columns attached you thought of how your new focus on the EIM blog is also a new reconstruction tone of the older Merlyn work. – Amorella

       2118 hours. I am again surprised looking at the novel reconstruction with the similar attitude of fixing up an older house. I am not so skilled as those on the This Old House Hour, but there is a similarity that I had not noticed before. I like this way – a new approach, at least by me. Thank you, Amorella.

       You see me as the Master Carpenter here, so to speak, and you as the apprentice. Give yourself more credit, boy. You are working at your craft with a more professional attitude. – Amorella

       2123 hours. I’ll settle for ‘Craftsman’ – that will do for me one of these days.

       Post. - Amorella

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