"Rudy Rucker - Postsingular Outtakes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rucker Rudy)

In the long cabin, Jil and CraigorтАЩs voices were rising in argument.

тАЬCome on, smart guy,тАЭ Thuy told Jayjay. тАЬEntangle our butts outta here.тАЭ

тАЬWeтАЩll do the hop like before,тАЭ Jayjay messaged her. тАЬYou visualize both places: your source location
and your target. Thanks to the orphidnet you can get the real-time target images just right. And the secret
sauce is this algorithm of mine that generates the metamorpher for a particular hop.тАЭ

Thuy focused on her calm, dry room in NektarтАЩs garage. She overlaid it with the dank, crooked hut Jil
had lodged them in. Jayjay passed her a metamorpher: a glowing larva that darted all over the images,
sewing them together. ThuyтАЩs bedroom door was the iglooтАЩs window; her kitchen sink was a bump on
one of the little hutтАЩs curving walls; the street sounds of San Francisco were nanomapped into the
splashing of the sea. The metamorpher sprouted feathery antennae and buckeyed wings, then drew the
links tight around Thuy. She felt herself folding in upon herself, becoming a single hypercomplex particle.
Somewhere in the distance she seemed to glimpse an endless sea. Where was she? Her mind and body
blossomed out.

14: Big Pig as Burning Bush. The burning bush seemed to grow to an immense size. A crystal sea of
waves crashed violently at its roots, sending up wobbly drops of foamy spray, each drop ideally
rendered. Above the bush were dark clouds enlivened by bolts lightning. A million beasts of the sea and
the sky and the fields circled the burning bush, singing the praises of the Big Pig.

15: Why Mirrorbraners Want Cuttles. тАЬWe donтАЩt have cuttles in the Mirrorbrane. ThatтАЩs one of the
funky little diffs between our worlds. The meatтАЩs good and chewy. And cuttle ink has that sepia tint, you
mind, but itтАЩs also got smell-numbing tyrosinase, feel-good dopamine, and iridescent rhodopsin, all in a
base that lets it soak through a MirrorbranerтАЩs skull. The mix is a special tonic, makes you glow. IтАЩve
been checking out if maybe some of your rogue nanomachines could replace cuttlefish extractтАФlike
those ones on Grandmaster Green Flash? But so far, nothing gets you as starky as cuttlefish ink.тАЭ




16: Where To Put the H-Bomb. тАЬWeтАЩll set the bomb up somewhere else, though,тАЭ said Thuy. тАЬHow
about Houston, Texas? I wouldnтАЩt want to trash a valuable place like Easter Island.тАЭ

17: JayjayтАЩs Sixty-Year Dream. So what the Big Pig did was to run a simulation of Jayjay in a virtual
world, complete with the requisite third-order mental model of Jayjay watching himself reacting to the
simulated events.
Less skilled people got along selling software services to beezie agents: performing tasks like pattern
recognition and predicting other peopleтАЩs behaviors. You could even pick up some bucks by making
your lifeтАЩs memories available for repurposing: anecdotes, emotions, visions and the sounds. But some
people were having trouble making any money at all.

The beezie agents were perpetually engaged in intricate hacking maneuvers to take over more nants, as at
the bottom-line level, crunch and mem were based on the processors and solar cells of the nanomachines
that Earth had shattered into.

In this dream of a virtual world, Jayjay became a physicist and he was, incredibly for a high-school
drop-out, awarded a Nobel PrizeтАФat this point people were still keeping up many of the old Earth