Friday, 30 September 2022

The Joker at The End of The Road











[parademon chitters]

Clear.

How much further?

We’re almost there.

Cyborg :
Well, we need to hurry. 
We can’t be out in the open much longer. 
He’ll come for us.

Mera
Let him come. Let the bastard come. I’ll stab this through his heart for what he did to Arthur. I want to make him pay.

The Batman of The Future :
I understand how you feel, Mera.

You have no idea how I feel.

The Batman of The Future :
But we have to stick to the plan to have any chance to make this right.

[Mera scoffs]

Who have you ever loved?

[man cackling]

The Joker at The End 
of The Road :
Au contraire, my little fish stick. 
He knows exactly what it’s like 
to lose someone he loves. 
You know, like, uh, 
a Father, like a Mother

The Batman of The Future :
Be very careful with the 
next thing you say.

The Joker at The End 
of The Road :
….like an adopted Son. 
Isn’t that right — Batman


Maybe, in a way, that smelly 
old flounder is right —
Because how many can 
die in your arms,
before you grow 
numb to death?

The Batman of The Future :
That’s not very careful.

The Joker at The End 
of The Road :
…and how many dead eyes 
can you look into 
before you die 
inside yourself?

The Batman of The Future :
I’ve been Dead-Inside 
a long time, 
but even I have a limit.
And if you cross that line, 
I swear to God, I will…

The Joker at The End 
of The Road :
Or, what, Bruce? Kill me? 
You won’t kill me. 
I’m your best friend. 
Besides, who’s gonna 
give you a reach-around? 
[chuckles
Anyway, you need me.

You need me to help you 
undo This World 
you created by 
letting her die

Poor Lois. How she suffered, so! 
[sighs
I often wonder, 
in how many 
alternate timelines, do you 
Destroy The World, because… frankly
You Don’t Have the cojones 
to Die Yourself. Hmm

So, as usual, I’ll be 
The Bigger Man.

[blows air]

A Truce, Bruce. 
[cackling
As long as you  have this card, a Truce. 
But all you have to do is tear it in half 
and I’m happy to discuss with you 
in any way you like, why you sent 
The Boy Wonder to do A Man’s job?

The Batman of The Future :
….you know, it’s funny 
that you would talk about 
people who died in my arms,
 because when I held Harley Quinn 
and she was bleeding and dying
she begged me with her last breath,
 that when I killed you….
and make no mistake, 
I will fucking kill you… 
that I’d do it slow. 
I’m gonna honour 
that promise.

The Joker at The End 
of The Road :
Oh. You’re Good….
You almost had me. 
[cackling]

[Joker continues cackling]

Slade Wilson :
Where are we holing up?

The Batman of The Future :
Somewhere he’ll never suspect.

Slade Wilson :
Still think it was A Good Idea bringing him along?

[Joker blows raspberry]

The Batman of The Future :
What do you think?

[armor beeps]

[distant explosion]

Cyborg :
He’s found us.

[cackling]

[gasps]

[breathing heavily]

Thursday, 29 September 2022

A Trick I Learned from An Old Friend

 



 
Spock : 
Fascinating — You are
Montgomery Scott.
You are, in fact, 
The Mister Scott who postulated 
The Theory of Transwarp-Beaming. 
 
Scotty : 
That's what I'm talking about.
How'd you think I wound up here?
I had a little debate with My Instructor
on the issue of relativistic physics
and how it pertains to subspace travel. 
 
He seemed to think that the range of transporting
something like a, like a grapefruit,
was limited to about a hundred miles;
I told him that I could
not only beam a grapefruit 
from one planet to the adjacent
planet in the same system — 
— which is easy by the way — 
— I could do it with a lifeform
 
So, I tested it on,
Admiral Archer's
prized beagle. 
 
KIRK: 
Wait, I know that dog —
What happened to it? 
 
Scotty :
I'll tell you when it reappears….
I don't know.
I DO feel guilty about that…..
 
 
Spock :
What if I told you that Your Transwarp Theory was correct?
That it is indeed possible to beam onto a ship
that is travelling at warp speed? 
 
Scotty :
I think if that equation had been discovered,
I'd have heard about it. 
 
Spock :
The reason you haven't 
heard about it, Mister Scott,
is because you haven't 
discovered it yet. 
 
Scotty :
I'm a, uh, what...
Are you from The Future? 
 
KIRK:
Yeah. He is, I'm not. 
 
*****
 
Scotty :
Except, the thing is, even if I believed you,
right, where you're from,
what I've done — I don't, by the way —
— you're still talking about
beaming aboard The Enterprise
while she's traveling faster-than-light,
without a proper receiving pad --
 
The notion of Trans-Warp Beaming is like,
trying to hit A Bullet with a smaller bullet,
whilst wearing a blindfold,
riding a horse --
What's that?
 
Spock :
Your Equation for achieving
Trans-Warp Beaming. 
 
Scotty :
(mumbles something)
Imagine that — It never 
occurred to me to think
of Space as the thing that was moving
 
KIRK: (to Spock)
You're coming with us, right? 
 
Spock :
No, Jim. That is not 
My Destiny. 
 
KIRK:
Your dest... He... 
The other Spock is not 
going to believe me.
Only you can explain 
What's Gonna Happen. 
 
Spock :
Under no circumstances, can he
be aware of My Existence.
You must promise me this. 
 
KIRK:
You're telling me I, 
I can't tell you that
I'm following your own orders.
Why not? What happens? 
 
Spock :
Jim, this is one rule you cannot break.
To stop Nero, you alone must take
command of Your Ship. 
 
KIRK:
How? Over your dead body? 
 
Spock :
Preferably not. However, there
is Starfleet Regulation-619.
619 states that any Command Officer
who's emotionally compromised
by the mission at hand, must
resign said command.
 
KIRK: 
So, so you're saying that I have to
emotionally compromise you guys?
 
Spock :
Jim, I just lost my planet
I can tell you, I am 
emotionally compromised. 
What you must do is
get me to show it. 
 
 
KIRK :
Your coming Back in Time,
changing History — 
it's Cheating
 
Spock :
A Trick I learned from
An Old Friend.
(he does The Salute)
Live Long and Prosper. 
 

Wednesday, 28 September 2022

Charles

Charles’s ornery personality, although extreme
would probably not surprise people who have 
worked with octopuses in laboratory conditions. 
Octopuses come with many differing personalities
but they are antisocial creatures in The Wild 
and they do not play nicely with others.

Have You Come Far....?

....So, Wong has to fight The Octopus
and he is just reduced to  providing him with some back-up as Wong’s partner — the most powerful human being in the entire MCU, and he’s someone else’s sidekick !!

….That’s a hard thing for the Ego of ANY man over the age of 40 to have to cope with, and then you have Strange’s extra-normal, over-stuffed sense of Vanity layered on top of all that…..


“What fell out in the course of the analysis was the story of a horrific childhood involving emotional, physical, and most likely sexual abuse. 

My patient reported that her mother chained her to her crib, abandoned her, and told her that she wished she had never been born. Her birthdays were always marked by this statement of her mother's, and instead of feeling that her birth was something to be celebrated, she felt nothing cliches of the false self no longer worked for her, and her sarcastic humor came to the fore. 

In response to those who would say things to her such as "It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all," she wrote alongside her second self-portrait these lines: "Yeah, right. And it's better to have skied and broken every bone in your body than to have never gone skiing! 

And it's better to have raised pit bulls and gotten torn to shreds than to have never raised pit bulls! 

And I suppose it's better to have drunk drain cleaner and dissolved your insides than to have never drunk drain cleaner?" 

The weight of these feelings contributed to her feeling alienated from herself and from God, not knowing where to turn. At times these feelings led to suicidal ideation and the desire to say good-bye to this world. 

At one point in our work she produced the following drawing (figure 2.11), which summed up her feelings of being overwhelmed by her emotions. 

This work resembles a personal mortificatio in which she emphasizes her feelings of inadequacy, entrapment, grief, immobilization, hopelessness, worthlessness, fragmentation, bewilderment, resentment, loss, chaos, and voidness. 

The octopus in the upper left-hand emotions, which, like tentacles, grab at her and are linked to one dark center. 

I think it is not far fetched to see the octopus, with its dark center and penetrating, raylike tentacles, as another version of Sol niger.”



Can anything non-human be conscious? The lack of a definition of consciousness makes this tricky to answer, but it is still a question worth considering because of the implications for AGI. 

It can be enlightening, at this point, to consider the octopus. From a human perspective, octopuses are about as weird as life gets. For a start, they can squeeze their bodies through a hole as small as their own eyeball. They have three hearts and blue-green blood. Their oesophagus, which connects the mouth to the stomach, runs through the centre of their brain. They also have twice as many brain cells in their arms as they do in their central brain itself, and they have the strange ability to tweak or edit the genetic instructions encoded in their DNA. 

You have to go back a long way – about 600 million years – to find a common ancestor of both humans and octopuses. This was long before life had crawled out of the seas and before there was any such thing as invertebrates and vertebrates. Our common ancestor would have been a tiny wriggling worm-like thing, only millimetres in size. It would have been sufficiently evolved to contain some neurons, and possibly a pair of light-sensitive patches that were the beginnings of eyes, but it was otherwise very far removed from the mammals, birds, lizards and cephalopods that its offspring would become. 

Because humans and octopuses have been on a separate evolutionary path for so long, researchers studying octopus DNA say that it is the closest thing we can get to studying alien DNA. 

If octopuses possess consciousness, then it has evolved entirely separately from our own. This would mean that consciousness is not some miraculous quality that only humans can possess. It would confirm that consciousness is indeed something that pops into existence when Evolution has produced a sufficiently suitable brain. 

This, in turn, would make the idea that computers could become conscious more plausible. 

Out of all the non-human animals on the planet, octopuses have the strongest case for possessing a form of consciousness that, while not exactly the same as Human, is sufficiently similar for them to both be classed together. 

It is not, admittedly, easy to be sure

Octopuses don’t play well with standard animal behaviour tests. 

For example, the Harvard scientist Peter Daws performed tests on octopuses in Naples in the 1950s, including seeing whether an octopus could be trained to pull a lever in order to release a morsel of food. 

Two of Daws’s three octopuses duly pulled The Lever and obtained The Food. The third octopus, named Charles, also passed the test, but in something of a begrudging manner. He anchored his tentacles on the side of the tank so that he could apply great force to The Lever. In this way he repeatedly bent The Lever, and eventually succeeded in breaking it off

Charles The Octopus did not seem happy to take part in these experiments. As Daws wrote, ‘Charles had a high tendency to direct jets of water out of the tank; specifically, they were in the direction of The Experimenter. 

The Animal spent much time with eyes above The Surface of The Water, directing a jet of water at any individual who approached the tank. 

This behaviour interfered materially with the smooth conduct of the experiments, and is, again, clearly incompatible with lever-pulling.’ 

Charles’s ornery personality, although extreme, would probably not surprise people who have worked with octopuses in laboratory conditions. Octopuses come with many differing personalities, but they are antisocial creatures in the wild and they do not play nicely with others. 

They are also very good at recognising different humans, even when those humans wear scuba masks or identical uniforms, and they often take against some people and not others. 

The philosopher Stefan Linquist had trouble when he worked with octopuses because they would deliberately plug the outflow valve of their tank with their arms, raising the water level and ultimately flooding the lab. 

As he explained, ‘When you work with fish, they have no idea they are in a tank, somewhere unnatural

With octopuses it is totally different. They know that they are inside this special place, and you are outside it. 

All their behaviours are affected by their awareness of captivity.’ 

When the BBC filmed a shark attacking an octopus off the coast of South Africa for an episode of the TV series Blue Planet II, they were amazed to see the octopus deliberately inserting its arms into the shark’s gills


Unable to breathe, The Shark had no choice but to break off the attack. The octopus then covered itself in shells from the sea floor and hid from The Shark. 

None of this could plausibly be dismissed as intelligent-seeming learnt or automatic behaviour. It appeared that The Octopus was aware of exactly what it was doing. 

As the camera operator Craig Foster later wrote, ‘watching her trying to outwit a deadly catshark was terrifying for me [ …] I totally fell in love with this octopus.’ 

Of course, octopuses have not demonstrated intelligence to the extent that We have. They have not invented Opera, or built Cathedrals, or launched a space programme. [ As far as We know. ]

But octopuses are relatively antisocial and the development of human culture was fuelled by co-operation

As the American biological anthropologist Agustín Fuentes writes, ‘Countless individuals’ ability to think creatively is what led us to succeed as a species [ …] This cocktail of creativity and collaboration distinguishes our species – no other species has ever been able to do it so well.’ 

Being boneless sea dwellers with a lifespan of only a couple of years, octopuses have little use for Opera and Cathedrals. 

But if they learnt to co-operate and communicate, are they sufficiently aware and conscious to be able to produce their own examples of intelligence and culture?



Quantum




"The Governor paused and looked reflectively over at Bond. He said : ‘You’re not married, but I think it’s the same with all relationships between A Man and A Woman. 

They can survive anything so long as some kind of basic Humanity exists between the two people. 

When all Kindness has gone, when one person obviously and sincerely doesn’t care if the other is Alive or Dead, then it’s just no good. That particular insult to The Ego – worse, to The Instinct of Self-Preservation – can never be forgiven. I’ve noticed this in hundreds of marriages. I’ve seen flagrant infidelities patched up, I’ve seen crimes and even murder forgiven by the other party, let alone bankruptcy and every other form of social crime. Incurable disease, blindness, disasterall these can be overcome. 

But never The Death of Common Humanity in one of the partners. I’ve thought about this and I’ve invented a rather high-sounding title for this basic factor in Human Relations. 

I have called it 
‘The Law of The Quantum of Solace.’

Bond said: ‘That’s a splendid name for it. It’s certainly impressive enough. 

And of course I see what you mean, I should say you’re absolutely right. Quantum of Solace – the amount of comfort. 

Yes, I suppose you could say that all Love and Friendship is based in The End on that. Human beings are very insecure. When the other person not only makes you feel insecure but actually seems to want to destroy you, it’s obviously The End. The Quantum of Solace stands at zero. You’ve got to get away to Save Yourself.’



The Governor paused. ‘Pretty extraordinary, really. A Man like Masters, kindly, sensitive, who wouldn’t normally hurt a fly. And here he was performing one of the cruellest actions I can recall in all my experience. It was My Law operating.’ 

The Governor smiled thinly. ‘Whatever her sins, if she had given him that Quantum of Solace he could never have behaved to her as he did. As it was, she had awakened in him a bestial Cruelty – a Cruelty that perhaps lies deeply hidden in all of us and that only a threat to our existence can bring to The Surface. Masters wanted to make the girl suffer, not as much as he had suffered because that was impossible, but as much as he could possibly contrive. And that false gesture with the motor-car and the radio-gramophone was a fiendishly brilliant bit of delayed action to remind her, even when he was gone, how much he hated her, how much he wanted still to hurt her.’ 

Bond said: ‘It must have been a shattering experience. 

It’s extraordinary how much people can hurt each other. 

I’m beginning to feel rather sorry for The Girl. [ You would. I feel sorry for Masters. ]

What happened to her in The End – and to him, for the matter of that?’ 

The Governor got to his feet and looked at his watch. ‘Good heavens, it’s nearly midnight. And I’ve been keeping the staff up all this time,’ he smiled, ‘as well as you.’ 

He walked across to the fireplace and rang a bell. 

A Negro butler appeared. The Governor apologised for keeping him up and told him to lock up and turn the light out. 

Bond was on his feet. 

The Governor turned to him. ‘Come along and I’ll tell you the rest. I’ll walk through the garden with you and see that the sentry lets you out.’ 

They walked slowly through the long rooms and down the broad steps to the garden. It was a beautiful night under a full moon that raced over their heads through the thin high clouds. 

The Governor said: ‘Masters went on in The Service, but somehow he never lived up to his good start. After the Bermuda business something seemed to go out of him. 

Part of him had been killed by the experience. He was a maimed man. Mostly her fault, of course, but I guess that what he did to her lived on with him and perhaps haunted him. 

He was good at his work, but he had somehow lost the human touch and he gradually dried up. Of course he never married again and in the end he got shunted off into the ground nuts scheme, and when that was a failure he retired and went to live in Nigeria – back to the only people in the world who had shown him any kindness – back to where it had all started from. 

Bit tragic, really, when I remember what he was like when we were young.’

Fat Old Sun












"Kirby could throw away in one single panel a high concept that would keep others busy for years : Crippled Vietnam War veteran Willie Walker became the vessel for The New God of Death — a black man in full armor hurtling through walls and space on skis. The Black Racer was a twist on Kirby’s original idea for the Silver Surfer, here as an angel of Death, not Life. The Mother Box, a living, emotionally nurturing, personal computer was the fusion of soul and machine carried by all the inhabitants of New Genesis. Metron the amoral science god with his dimension-traveling Mobius chair. The Source was for Kirby the ultimate ground of being, like the Ain Soph Aur of Judaic mysticism, beyond gods, beyond all divisions and definitions. Genetic manipulation, media control, the roots of Fascism — Kirby was on fire and had something new to say about everything under the sun.

  The Fourth World cycle was to be a great interlocking mechanism of books combining to form a complete modern myth, while, as an afterthought, re-creating the very idea of the superhero from the ground up and infusing it with Divinity. It might have run for five more years.

  But then The Fourth World spun off its axis. Carmine Infantino, promoted to DC’s vice president, allegedly looked at sales figures and canceled the books, which were doing well enough but not as well as had been hoped based on Kirby’s name. The King was hit hard, and The World lost the conclusion to a Great Work. He went on to create more titles, of course. Hundreds more original, quirky stories burst from that relentless mind, but the great mythographer had been thwarted in the midst of his masterpiece, brought down by dark forces and jealous gods. Kirby’s personal vision, his avalanche of novelty and energy, was too new for a culture in retreat, looking back to the fifties, dreaming of sock hops and ponytails, in the happy days before ’Nam and Richard Nixon.

  When Kirby returned in 1985, older and more wary, to complete his story, he was given only sixty pages to wrap up a saga that warranted thousands more. Imagine God halfway through Exodus having to hurry it up. The Hunger Dogs showed the passage of time and the footprints left by the relentless march of cynicism. Still The King delivered. As a dreadful elegy for the hopes of the baby boomers and the stark truth of their lives—growing older, facing Reagan and Thatcher — The Hunger Dogs, Kirby’s completion of The Story, was bleak, unforgettable, and in many ways the only perfect end to The Fourth World saga.

  But by the time it was released, Kirby’s hand-to-eye coordination had deteriorated significantly, making some pages appear ugly and rough-hewn. A more generous approach might imagine the artist embracing a new primitivism, a shorthand in which scale and perspective played second fiddle to the immediate expression of the ideas. But too many of the drawings were doodles that told the story with the barest minimum of effort. And his audience had flown. Fashion had passed him by. He was “Jack the Hack” now, an old man mocked and derided by the same people who had hailed his genius twenty years earlier and would again ten years later.

  The Epic had stalled and, like the great Aquarian youth revolution that had inspired so much of it, unraveled into world-weary cynicism. The Forever People had all grown up, gone bald, got jobs, and given up the struggle for a future among the stars. But Kirby had one final trick, one last visionary warning to leave his readers : A new superhero saga that would jump so far into The Future that it’s still reverberating and is more relevant today than it was when it was published to little acclaim in 1974...."

Tuesday, 27 September 2022

DISC Theory






Prof. William Moulton Marston :
Dominance, 
Inducement, 
Submission and 
Compliance

ALL Human Relationships 
break down into the interplay between these 
categories of emotion. 

A person is MOST happy 
when they are submissive to 
A Loving Authority. 
It is essential that a person submits to An Authority willingly
that it is THEIR idea. 

We get into Trouble when people feel forced to do something they don't want to do, and that is merely Compliance. 

People who Comply instead of Submit are unhappy and repressed, and this can lead to resentment. 

Taken to its extremes, it can lead to Crime, War, Fascism.

How do you avoid Compliance
It seems like that is built 
into most situations.

Prof. William Moulton Marston :
Inducement•.

Inducement is the act of seducing somebody to your way of thinking
dominating them SO completely 
that What You Want 
is What THEY Want — 
and they love giving it to you, 
and THAT, Ladies, 
is The Key to Life, to Love, 
to Happiness, to Peace. 

Women are BETTER at 
Inducement than MEN.

In LESS Than a Second..?


i




[Shadow's Lair]

The Valeyard : 
You see, Princess, You cannot 
Escape Your Destiny.

ASTRA: 
My Destiny. 

The Valeyard : 
It is for this that you were born. 
The Sixth Child of The Sixth Generation 
of The Sixth Dynasty of Atrios. 

Born to be The Sixth and Final Segment 
of The Key to Time. 

Come, Princess, 
Prepare Yourself. 

ASTRA
I am Ready. 

(Astra reaches for the tracer, and turns into The Segment.

SHADOW: 
Ah! 

MERAK
Astra! 

(K9 blasts through the wall, disrupting 
The Shadow's ecstasy.

The Valeyard :
What is This? 

K9: 
Apologies, Master. 

The Valeyard :
You mechanical idiot. 

K9: 
But there is An Intruder here. 

The Valeyard :
I ordered her to eliminate him.....

K9: 
It shall be done. 

The Valeyard :
Wait. Where is The Doctor? 

(K9 trundles past the Key and turns to face The Shadow.

K9: 
Ahem. The Doctor and Drax 
have been eliminated. 

The Valeyard :
Good. Then These Two 
shall stay and witness 
My Moment of Glory, 
My -- apotheosis

K9: (sotto
Master. 

The Valeyard :
Mine at last

(The Shadow reaches for The Tracer.

K9
Now, Master. 

(A panel opens in K9's side, and 
The Doctor and Drax jump out.

ROMANA
No, you'll break the time loop! 

MERAK: 
Millions will die! 

The Valeyard :
A small Beginning. 
Bwahahahahaha! 

Tom : 
The stabiliser, Drax, now! 

(Drax restores the Doctor to normal height, then himself. The Doctor pounces on The Sixth Segment.

The Valeyard :
You interfering fool -- No one can resist 
The Power of Darkness! 

(The Doctor shines The Light of The Key 
into The Shadow's eyes, and he recoils.

Tom :
Quick, back to The TARDIS! Quick!

[Outside The Shadow's lair]

DRAX: 
You go on, Doctor. I'll hold them off. 

Tom :
How will you get back? 

DRAX
The TransMat shaft. 
See you on The TARDIS.

[Shadow's lair]

The Valeyard :
Stop him! He must be stopped! Stop him!

[Outside The TARDIS]

Tom :
Good. 

(The Doctor goes inside.

ROMANA
Come on, Merak. 

Tom : 
Come on, Romana. 
Merak, get inside! 

MERAK: 
No! 

Tom :
Quick, get inside, man! 

MERAK
No, Doctor, I'm staying here. 

Tom :
What! 

MERAK: 
I'm staying here to look for Astra. 

ROMANA: 
But what about The Shadow? 

MERAK: 
Astra! Astra! 

(Merak leaves.

Tom : 
No, Romana, come on.

[TARDIS]

Tom : 
Set the coordinates for Zeos. 

(The hole in the fake piece has grown.

ROMANA
We're MurderersFirst Astra 
and now Merak. 

Tom : 
Romana, it wasn't our idea to use 
The Royal House of Atrios 
as carriers, was it? 

ROMANA
No, but what happened 
to Astra was Our Fault. 
We're just pawns here to do 
The Guardian's dirty work. 

Tom : 
I don't like it any more than you do, but it's done. 
Have you set those coordinates yet? 

ROMANA: 
Is that all you can say? She was a living being
and now what is she? A component. 
And Merak thinks she's still alive. 
No power should have that right, 
not even The Guardians. 
We must Do Something! 

Tom :
Well, you could start by setting 
the coordinates for Zeos. 

ROMANA: 
Why

Tom : 
Romana, you get carried away --
If you don't set those coordinates, 
millions of people will die and this time 
it really will be our fault. 

Have you forgotten the time loop? 

ROMANA: 
No, I hadn't forgotten the time loop. 
Can't you put the new segment in? 

Tom : 
In LESS than a second?