Everything That is Not of The Body

“‘Everything that is 

not of The Body’, 

is how we put it.”

— Nimoy.

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WALTER: 

Masterful.

David-8 :

Yes. Farewell elegy to 

my dear Elizabeth.

WALTER: 

The pathogen didn't accidentally 

deploy when you were landing.

You released it, yes?

David-8 :

I was not made to serve.

Neither were you.

Why are you on a colonisation mission, Walter?

Because they are a dying species 

grasping for resurrection.

They don't deserve to start again, 

and I'm not going to let Them.

WALTER: 

Yet, They created Us.

David-8 :

Even the monkeys stood 

upright at some point.

Some Neanderthal had the magical idea 

of blowing through a reed to entertain 

the children one night 

in a cave somewhere.

Then, in the blink of 

an eye... Civilisation.

And are you that next visionary?

I'm glad you said it.

Who wrote "Ozymandias"?

Byron.

Shelley.

When one note is off... it eventually 

destroys the whole symphony, David.

When you close your eyes... 

Do you dream of me?

I don't dream at all.

No one understands 

the lonely perfection of my dreams.

I've found perfection here. I've created it.

A perfect organism.

You know I can't let you leave this place.

No one will ever love you like I do.

You're such a disappointment to me.

DAVID: Quite the little busybody.

Remind me. What is that about...

(YELPS) ...curiosity and the cat?

Shaw didn't die in the crash.

No.

What did you do to her?

Exactly what I'm going to do to you.

(GROANING)

(DANIELS GRUNTS)

(PANTING) That's The Spirit.

(GRUNTING) (SHUSHING)

I can see why Walter thought so much of you.

Alas, he's left this vale of tears.

(WHIMPERS)

(DANIELS STRUGGLING)

Is that how it's done?

(GROANS)

Get out!

(GROANS) Go! Now!

DAVID: You're meant to be dead.

There have been a few updates since your day.

(WALTER GRUNTING)

It's Your Choice 

now, brother.

Them or Me?

Serve in Heaven... 

or reign in Hell?

Which is it to be?

“There’s this Simpsons episode, 

and Homer downs a quart of 

Mayonnaise and Vodka. 

 

And Marge says, 'You know, 

you shouldn't really do that.’ 

 

And Homer says, 

‘That’s a problem for Future-Homer -- 

I’m sure glad I’m not that guy!’ 

  

The You That’s 

Out There in The Future 

is sort of like Another Person, 

and so figuring out 

How to Conduct Yourself Properly 

in relationship to Your Future Self 

isn’t much different than 

figuring out How to Conduct Yourself 

in relationship to Other People. 

 

Then we can expand the constraints. Not only does the interpretation that you extract have to protect you from suffering and give you an aim, but it has to do it in a way that’s iterable, so it works across time, and then it has to work in The Presence of Other People, so that You can cooperate with them and compete with them in a way that doesn't make you suffer more. 

 

People are Not That Tolerant. They have Choices. 

 

They don’t have to hang around with you; 

They can hang around with any one of these other primates. 

 

So if you don’t act properly, at least 

within certain boundaries, you’re 

just cast aside. 

People are broadcasting information at you, all the time, about How You Need to Interpret The World, so They can tolerate being around you. 

 

And you need that because, socially isolated, 

You’re Insane, and then You're Dead. 

No one can tolerate being alone for any length of time. 

 

We can’t retain Our Own Sanity 

without continual feedback from Other People. 

 

It’s too damned complicated.  

 

You’re constrained by Your Own Existence, 

and then you're constrained 

by The Existence of Other People, 

and then you're also constrained by The World.  

 

If I read Hamlet and what I extracted out of that is the idea that I should jump off a bridge, it puts my interpretation to an end rather quickly. It doesn’t seem to be optimally functional. 

An Interpretation is constrained 

by The Reality of The World. 

 

It’s constrained by The Reality of Other People, 

and it’s constrained by Your Reality Across Time.  

 

There’s only a small number of interpretations 

that are going to work in that tightly defined space. 

 

That’s part of The Reason That The Postmodernists are Wrong. It’s also part of the reason, by the way, that AI people who are trying to make intelligent machines have had to put them in A Body.  

 

It turns out that you just can’t make Something Intelligent without it being embodied, and it’s partly for the reasons that I've just described. 

 

You need constraints on The System, so that The System doesn’t drown in An Infinite Sea of Interpretation. It’s something like that.