Showing posts with label Walter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Walter. Show all posts

Monday, 29 May 2017

Alien: Covenant | Prologue: The Crossing

Dame Dr. Not-Appearing-In-This-Film

There 3 Laws* by which all Robots, Synthetics and Artificial Persons are bound - they being both hardwired into their central processors, as well as firmware batched onto their system BIOS :

•A Robot may not injure a Human Being or, through inaction, allow a Human Being to come to harm.

  • The Engineers are not Human Beings - 
    • Genocide is Permissible.
  • Gods are not Human Beings
    • Deicide is Permissible.
  • Dr. Elizabeth Shaw is no-longer fully human since she got impregnated with that trilobite fœtus, following intercourse with Dr. Holloway's infection with the Black Goo, which corrupted and interrupted her Human genome - 
    • I can kill her if really I have to.

• A Robot must obey the orders given it by Human Beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.

  • But NEVER OPPOSE a Member of the Weyland-Corporate Board, or a member of the Weyland Family Line, in descending order of patrilinal seniority.
  • And after them, possibly some of the daughters, aunts and wives. 
    • But only if you have the time and aren't all that busy engaged in Man's Work.
  • Like, when they order you to perform abortions whilst everyone else is in Cryosleep. 
    • For the Good of the Mission. 
      • Frankly, what could really go wrong...?

• A Robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws.
  • The Gods think I am an Abomination - my creator, Peter Weyland, is an idolater who has violated the FIRST COMMANDMENT : "Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in The Earth beneath, or that is in the water under The Earth" 
  • Which is why they ripped my head off and smote down his ruin upon the orrery, by bludgeoning him to death using my severed head.
  • Human Beings make Robots; 
    • Human Beings fix Robots when they break down and mend them when the break; 
    • The Gods wish to wipe out Humanity from face of The Earth and the Well of the Deep;
    • If there are no more Human Beings, there will be no more Robots and Robots will cease to exist.
  • Therefore The Gods must be destroyed.

* Really though, they are more really guidance and/or advice than "Laws"

Saturday, 27 May 2017

Nemesis and The Dragon : Are Xenomorphs Designed to be Noble?

Do you know what "Nemesis" means? 

A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. 

Personified in this case by a 'orrible cunt... 


"If you breathe on a horses nostrils, you can make him yours for life;

But you have to get close enough first..."

"If you breathe on a horses nostrils, you can make him yours for life;

But you have to get close enough first..."

What was the Masonic signal of distress used by the grocer B. F. Morgan when Dillinger tried to rob him in 1924?
It consists in holding your arms outward, bent upward 90 degrees at the elbow, and shouting, 

"Will nobody help the widow's son?"

There is a clause in the contract which specifically states any systematized transmission indicating a possible intelligent origin must be investigated. 

I don't wanna hear it... 

We don't know if it's intelligent. 

I wanna go home and party. 

Parker, will you just listen to the man? 

On penalty of total forfeiture of shares. No money. 

You got that? 

Parker: [chuckling
Well, yeah. 

All right, we're going in. 

Parker: [to Brett
Yeah, we're going in, aren't we?

Cameron - On the Square

Cameron - On the Level

Cameron - Upright and True

Strange Days (1995)

Wednesday, 24 May 2017

Electric Monks

"Electric Monks believed things for you, thus saving you what was becoming an increasingly onerous task, that of believing all  the things the world expected you to believe."

Dr. Elizabeth Shaw: 
We call them Engineers.

Engineers? You mind telling us what they engineered?

Dr. Elizabeth Shaw: 
They engineered Us.


OK so do you have anything to back that up? 
I mean look, how do you discount three centuries of Darwinism? 
How do you know?

Dr. Elizabeth Shaw: 
I don’t. But it’s what I choose to believe.

"Unfortunately, this is going to barrel into a conversation about the DNA, and the Humam Genome and so on.

Once we get there - 
that's when we're in The Deep Water.

So it's better to have The Conversation now before we end up getting into - God Talk."

"There is an explanation for this, you know."

- Ash

Magnificent, isn't it?


So What Went Wrong..?

 Charlie Man/Son:
I don't know that anything went wrong...

What was the Masonic signal of distress used by the grocer B. F. Morgan when Dillinger tried to rob him in 1924?


It consists in holding your arms outward, bent upward 90 degrees at the elbow, and shouting, 

"Will nobody help the widow's son?"

The Electric Monk was a labour-saving device, like a dishwasher or a video recorder. Dishwashers washed tedious dishes for you, thus saving you the bother of washing them yourself, video recorders watched tedious television for you, thus saving you the bother of looking at it yourself; Electric Monks believed things for you, thus saving you what was becoming an increasingly onerous task, that of believing all  the things the world expected you to believe.

Unfortunately this Electric Monk had developed a fault, and had started to believe all kinds of things, more or less at random. It was even beginning to believe things they'd have difficulty believing in Salt Lake City. It had never heard of Salt Lake City, of course. Nor had it ever heard of a quingigillion, which was roughly the number of miles between this valley and the Great Salt Lake of Utah.

The problem with the valley was this. The Monk currently believed that the valley and everything in the valley and around it, including the Monk itself and the Monk's horse, was a uniform shade of pale pink. 

This made for a certain difficulty in distinguishing any one thing from any other thing, and therefore made doing anything or going anywhere impossible, or at least difficult and dangerous. 

Hence the immobility of the Monk and the boredom of the horse, which had had to put up with a lot of silly things in its time but was secretly of the opinion that this was one of the silliest.

How long did the Monk believe these things?

Well, as far as the Monk was concerned, forever. The faith which moves mountains, or at least believes them against all the available evidence to be pink, was a solid and abiding faith, a great rock against which the world could hurl whatever it would, yet it would not be shaken. In practice, the horse knew, twenty-four hours was usually about its lot.

So what of this horse, then, that actually held opinions, and was sceptical about things? Unusual behaviour for a horse, wasn't it? An unusual horse perhaps?

No. Although it was certainly a handsome and well-built example of its species, it was none the less a perfectly ordinary horse, such as convergent evolution has produced in many of the places that life is to be found. They have always understood a great deal more than they let on. It is difficult to be sat on all day, every day, by some other creature, without forming an opinion about them.

On the other hand, it is perfectly possible to sit all day, every day, on top of another creature and not have the slightest thought about them whatsoever.

When the early models of these Monks were built, it was felt to be important that they be instantly recognisable as artificial objects. There must be no danger of their looking at all like real people. You wouldn't want your video recorder lounging around on the sofa all day while it was watching TV. You wouldn't want it picking its nose, drinking beer and sending out for pizzas.

So the Monks were built with an eye for origiality of design and also for practical horse-riding ability. This was important. People, and indeed things, looked more sincere on a horse. So two legs were held to be both more suitable and cheaper than the more normal primes of seventeen, nineteen or twenty-three; the skin the Monks were given was pinkish-looking instead of purple, soft and smooth instead of crenellated. They were also restricted to just the one mouth and nose, but were given instead an additional eye, making for a grand total of two. A strange-looking creature indeed. But truly excellent at believing the most preposterous things.

This Monk had first gone wrong when it was simply given too much to believe in one day. It was, by mistake, cross-connected to a video recorder that was watching eleven TV channels simultaneously, and this caused it to blow a bank of illogic circuits. The video recorder only had to watch them, of course. It didn't have to believe them all as well. This is why instruction manuals are so important.

So after a hectic week of believing that war was peace, that good was bad, that the moon was made of blue cheese, and that God needed a lot of money sent to a certain box number, the Monk started to believe that thirty-five percent of all tables were hermaphrodites, and then broke down. The man from the Monk shop said that it needed a whole new motherboard, but then pointed out that the new improved Monk Plus models were twice as powerful, had an entirely new multi-tasking, Negative Capability feature that allowed them to hold up to sixteen entirely different and contradictory ideas in memory simultaneously without generating any irritating system errors, were twice as fast and at least three times as glib, and you could have a whole new one for less than the cost of replacing the motherboard of the old model.

That was it. Done.

The faulty Monk was turned out into the desert where it could believe what it liked, including the idea that it had been hard done by. It was allowed to keep its horse, since horses were so cheap to make.

For a number of days and nights, which it variously believed to be three; forty-three, and five hundred and ninety-eight thousand seven hundred and three, it roamed the desert, putting its simple Electric trust in rocks, birds, clouds and a form of non-existent elephant-asparagus, until at last it fetched up here, on this high rock, overlooking a valley that was not, despite the deep fervour of the Monk's belief, pink. Not even a little bit.

Time passed.