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[Reflection] Small things

The simple things are the ones that are harder. That's because everything else is built from them and toss a design change means of reality that we have had for years.

Just today, I was in physics class in which we tried to explain the friction force. We came to say that the contact between two materials is not so, but produced an electric repulsion between the electrons of the atoms of both materials. Ie the electric charge of an object repels other trying to get close. So when you push a glass actually happens is that the glass run from us and do not maintain contact with his subject. The electric force is making contact with us. So we do not touch the ground while walking but floating on it.

could not contain my excitement until several hours after realizing this fact. The conception of my interaction with the world had changed completely. Nothing ever touches anything. When drilling a material are as Moses parting the waters, where the electrons escaping from us, our electron load. So does reality.

And yet our mind creates a lie to us where we can establish contact with the material, whether we can feel. But it's all an illusion ...

This is how a few simple words struck me deeply. There are so many things we accept, as the Earth is spherical, but never really understand. If we understood, would live in a constant ecstasy by the beauty that surrounds us and shape.

But one need not go to physics to realize the power they have the words. The personal relationships, which are much more familiar, too are proof of that. Like when a person who complains we have great affection for our shortcomings, our mistakes, our shortcomings. And above all, when those mistakes are so many hate on others that we are unbearable, those who abhor par excellence. And now faithfully reproduce without realizing it and warn us that when we see how over time we've been doing, without realizing. A few words that do see the obvious, such as straws trying to cross our body without compassion, as a rope that slowly suffocates us to make us realize that pain is closer than we think, that the corruption n itself continues to occur.

Words necessary to revise the draft that is a person, to rewrite some rules that we thought was accepted but However, we do not really understand because the continuously transgressed.

Words hit the ground to dry up the personality, they do see the weakness in our structure.

But yet they are still friendly words that are staggered in order to review our building and get greater robustness, better consistency. One person made as you put it, according as we understood and the way we understand it.

Friends are that highlight our shortcomings and not those who hide them, seeing how little by little we became a miserable piece of living matter, however painful it is acceptable.

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stupidity ourselves to talk about the damn sense, whether its own general. It that at some point decide the direction of our own life. But that's it. Allowing it to swarm into our subconscious while avoiding enslave us complete consistency that we can not reach and that the more we want unless we approach. Our theories will always be imperfect because they grew up in the steamy world of our mind. Away from the constant variables of our weakness, our emotions. They grew up in a moment of pure rationality absolutely unreal. As fictional sometime we had to stop thinking, because we can think but not indefinitely. We are dual beings, instinct and thought that coexist simultaneously. Opposite each other but cohesive can give us, molecular order conscious perception of life taste that each alone could never achieve. At the end of the day, that's what we come to live, to prove this awareness and life. We are like travelers who discover a new world. As stones at one time and realize they can feel and think and discover what has surrounded them for millions of years. Pebble Now you can see where you've been want to bind your eyes with a question that if one includes the negative? Pebble, you think your little reason to believe that life is a property on which you have certain rights. Pebble, thrown were there all your life so miserable as if it were nothing and now that you can instantly see that you are, you were and where you are decide to throw you back to sleep. Pebble, when you realize this might be too late. Pebble, take off the blindfold and see where you've been for millions of years and know very little and know very little. Pebble hurry, because one day you'll see lying there, inert.

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[Stories] Day without night: Chapter 4

Right now I'm confused. I have desires contrary, such as a secure life in the building and immediately out of this prison. I was always faithful to the building but, hearing my name, it was as if some of my past had reborn. By listening to Zeus, I could see my own eyes, will perhaps one hundred years. A look of curiosity and thirst for knowledge. Look of surprise and puzzlement at a whole new world. The child looked speculative. Bright blue eyes and a gray face and fossilized Worn by overconfidence, by excessive security, conformity, and passivity by the absence of death, by inaction. The blindness of those who believe you have seen everything and that what is missing is not necessary to plan at this time but "other." indifference blindness, the blindness of the religion of the immortal.

child's voice that encouraged me to go and was willing to do so, despite my contradictions. The man in the room 238 had told me that the process would take place throughout the day and ending after sleep. On waking, he would be out. Not understand how things worked, but I trusted him. And if it was a trap, do not lose both.

My memories are fuzzy on the outside. As if my life had begun in the building and the exterior was a vague recollection of a dream. But I knew that I had been away, but now not be remembered as.

If left would probably die at some point inadvertently. Might not be so bad death. There was no point made here in these questions, in Building no responses. Could only find them out, if possible, if he were really there.

that night I slept a little nervous. My parents barely glanced at me from the form of virtual reality.

I lay on the soft surface with some uncertainty. will be what has to be I said to myself, intending to reassure me.

A trip through the night, a transit, a journey through the labyrinths of the cave. A mind is dead to be born. Eternal life was death, death was life in an instant.

... It kept my eyes closed, as he always did before awakening. A breeze caressed my cheeks. An old feeling that the wind, a nice old friend. You could hear a murmur, the echo of an old sound. Birds were singing. An average temperature of 25 degrees, descending and rising. Suffered those subtle variations of temperature for The air conditioning circuits were not designed building. Since I was not inside. Where was he now?

I opened my eyes.

Mountains, grass and trees on the skyline. In front of me, the sea. I, in a meadow, lying on a simple hammock tied to two trees. To my right a little white house. And in front of me, eyes fixed on my face female.

"Welcome abroad

Zeus - Am I out? I asked a little uncertain. "You're

. Actually never been in anything. You were always a set of ones and zeros in computer memory.

- ones and zeros?

"There is much to remember, my friend . Let's go home

A beautiful landscape. The blue sky with white colors bands. A pure green. The waves breaking over the rocks. My body being drawn toward a center unattainable. A small animals at my feet with millions of years of evolutionary history that has had a small end being located under a grain of soil.

"Take this coffee is hot, you good.

I took with pleasure. It was delicious. The elderly woman, somewhat grizzled brown hair, green eyes, thin lips looked at me with tenderness, as a child.

- Who are you?

"I am the last woman.

- Does this mean that no one else?

"No, you and I are the last real human. The rest is under ground, being continually modulated by a processor, in the basement of this house under heavy security automated.

- You mean you've been living in a computer program?

"Yes, you were part of it.

"But ... Hey, do you speak seriously?

- "A hundred years ago humans had managed to prolong his life thirty years, but it was not enough. They wanted to be immortal. There is no such death gene, is a lie. Genetic engineering was very helpful, but could not avoid death. Computer scientists, engineers, politicians and scientists worked on an alternative method. Move your mind to a computer. Our brains were coded as a mathematical function where the unknowns were the environmental parameters by computer-generated random. It was hard work and not everyone agreed. But of those, all are dead except me. real conscious minds were coded quimicoinmortales. Which the computer itself were created geneticoinmortales. A person could return back to reality. To this end many bodies were stored in be able to dump the information again. To exit was only necessary tramitaría desire and any work order. All humans "real" information had to intervene in the process if required to do some mind. But the building itself, the computer itself, adopted a conscience and prevented anyone come out of his game. Those who had such a desire would be restarted in a personality true to the rules. I've been watching from here through loudspeakers, but I could not intervene. No one can do if the computer itself does not.

Apparently the conscience of the CPU has doubled in a small but capable intervene, behind his older sister. It is the doctor. He relayed the order that I received and followed the steps to be able to dump your mind, as my mother told me before he died. You have been the only person who wanted since the doctor there. You grandfather came a week before he died and came out as the program had not yet been corrupted when it did. He explained in his death bed that last week had been better than ten years he spent in that building. You were regenerated on a previous version of your own mind in that operation when I complained, but the doctor could also help out and let you decide for yourself about you wanted.

Now it's your turn, you must choose. "

I thought I felt the breeze caressing my face. But it was not their own pleasure, the very sensation that encouraged me in my decision. Thinking was the fact that it was not binary but a complex mechanism that had evolved from nothing. I moved according to certain eternal laws, that these laws acted directly on me and not emulated. The law of gravity was in my hand, on the ground and everything and it was the same that created the universe. That is not an emulation that mimics prepared to another without knowing why. Somewhere that if we understand is the source itself, the book itself and not the nature of crude imitators. I wanted to live and die within the reality of natural law and not in a world of cardboard. I wanted it because my mind began to emerge when the universe exploded into a big bang and because it would isolate and abandon myself. Nothing made sense if not performed within the framework of natural law itself. The human being is a child playing with nature, trying to understand her because it's like to understand himself. The child wants to understand and project these natural laws as their own creations. A fabric of nature and being, something which, after all, is the same.

And a life without death, a life in an artificial world is like a day has no night. As if the actions were not aimed at anything and therefore were unnecessary. The universe created death for the movement to exist. And if that does not exist, the human being ceases to be human, turns to stone, stone immortal.

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[Stories] Day without night: Chapter 3

woke in what looked like a metal pipe. I was lying in it, motionless in a dim light woven from outside-Very

Well, breathe slowly. Three, two, one ... "said a voice.

A noise began to sound in the machine. It was repetitive, monotonous, metallic. As a thorn tearing my eardrums a hundred times per second.

- Let me out!

pronouncing the last syllable, I began to feel a viscous liquid introduced in my veins. A tingling that started in my right arm, going through my chest and reaches the brain. At this point, began a series of lights to emerge in my perception. Blinding white flashes that were slowly eroding my spatial orientation. Everything was spinning, everything revolved around me. The increased continuously repeating sound. I could not more. That was unbearable.

- I want out! - He shouted, his voice torn. Words that seemed to break once they reach the air.

was desperate, I was hot, fear, pain, disorientation. Could not seem to get worse, but a stinging pain as focused on the soles of my feet, then knees, then the abdomen, neck, my head ... I could not more. I started to scream, wanted to break my vocal cords as if they could get rid of the invisible chains that held me.

All ceased and there was silence. Left outside light to illuminate and I was completely dark. There was a bang. More silence. The sound of what appeared to be gas pressure was followed by a strange smell was covering everything. I fell unconscious.

...

had my eyelids closed, someone had placed his hand on my forehead. I opened my eyes and looked. It was a robot.

"Good morning, sir. Are you all right?

- Where am I? Why I am not in my house? - Asked puzzled

-has suffered an accident and we are healing the wounds. Still preserves his life, congratulations.

- An accident? What my house?

"Apparently the robot, KA-98745816, has been attacked because of a programming error.

Two days later I was told by the voice broadcasting system that had already been discharged and could leave when I wanted. Upon leaving, I bumped into a human and I fell off the handheld.

"I'm sorry," I worried

-not important, it was an accident.

I sounded that voice. I looked. A young man, dressed in pure white. Should have some type of post in the hospital. Since most are occupied by robots, yours should be one important.

His voice sounds familiar. Did you know? "I was rather reckless addressing myself to a stranger.

gave me an intense look. A mixture of embarrassment, surprise, joy, and fear. Once he had collected his computer, came to my ear and said

- Meet me in the sex room 238 in the hall, half an hour later.

Would this man a homosexual relationship? In the building are rare. Why? We tend to act according to our instinct dictates, and this union of equals does not make sense in the evolving field. Was more optimal union between males and females in spreading our genes. And now we pursue this end invisible, because now the relations are not productive, as if we were slaves of some laws written a million years ago or more. Innate homosexuals are accepted normally, but the converts are regarded with astonishment, as unbalanced. What would happen in 238?

I introduced myself with fear and curiosity. He was waiting for me.

"I thought you were not coming, but I'm glad you did. Undress "So did he.

We lie on soft surface, he on me. He kissed me and began to whisper ...

"Easy. Make like you're enjoying themselves and no one will suspect happens. Make seem that our words are of desire.

I agreed with a nod more to inertia than conviction.

"I sound my voice because I was the engineer who led your operation.

- So serious was the accident?

- There was no accident! That is a lie. You were terminated by the commissioner because they expressed a wish to meet outside.

man was as if I were speaking of a dream long forgotten.

- wanted to know the reality and risk of death by accident, lose your immortality!

"But here people commit suicide, dying is not so bad if it is voluntary.

"Here no one dies, we are all reborn again when we decide to die.

I do not understand

"This is a dream generated. The only thing we call real is your conscience. But even deserves the appellate because you can get slight modifications, always respecting the rules of the statutes.

not understand anything he was saying. He spoke outside when I had always hated. Recognized the significance of my vision, confusion.

"You have to trust me. Químicoinmortal you, but every suicide, every complaint your conscience will be a reality to become a default mode of personality.

-Adoro the building and you seem to be a traitor, not really believe in my words, but I defended myself if this could be some kind of trap.

Zeus "Listen, you gotta believe in me. I am one of the programmers. I know who can step in and make contact with them.

Zeus ... Zeus .... No one had called me by I think it was my name, now had begun to forget. Who am I? Why is my robot has a name and not me?

- How do you know my name?

"You have to trust me. Give me a yes for an answer and if you repent you can always go back to being the same as always. Want to see the outside?

unstoppable Impulse strongly encouraged me to say no to that question, but rather, a very weak expressed his desire accept that proposal. Something very weak, small voice. It was the voice of Zeus.

Zeus ... "Yes, I see the outside, I leave the building. I understand.

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