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UCHRONIC MAGAZINE OF THE SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY OF TOMORROW
"In the past is the history of the future"  JOSÉ DONOSO CORTÉS

OPINION: LET'S CONVERT INTO SALT: LOOK TO THE PAST

 

By Rodolfo Machena Abad*. Mail: adjuntos@tiemposfuturos.es (SUBJECT: CONTACT RODOLFO)

 
 
 

 
 

 



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HYDROGEN, FROM “CREATOR OF WATER” TO CREATOR OF ENERGY
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By Rodolfo Machena Abad*. Mail: adjuntos@tiemposfuturos.es (SUBJECT: CONTACT RODOLFO)

Atomo Hidrogeno

 On one hand, Greek etymology reminds us that the element that changed our lives was always there, in us, in our little ice cubes, in the turquoise sea, around us, in the rain on our windows, but we need quite a few millenniums in order to decode its’ energetic secret. On the other hand, remembering that during the Renaissance, the concept of the labyrinth exponentially complicated with respect to what the Greco-Romans held true: trap doors, another dimension, false hallways that finally brought you to a new no mythological labyrinth. I may be exaggerating when affirming that after placing ourselves as the modern Theseus and killing the Petroliferous Minotaur, we introduce ourselves, without noticing, into another humanist labyrinth and a damn hard one at that, although of a different nature.


  An example from that lawyer on the Devil’s payroll: Last night, to take an obvious example, I stopped my aerovan in a station to discharge my energetic surplus, which like Cinderella should be transferred before 12:00 midnight, before my carriage turned into a defenseless pumpkin. The new order in council 878/2025, of January 12th, talks about, like shysters talk about, with that neutral but sharp wording, communicating vessels and obligatory energetic re-equilibrium, about grave sanctions for the offenders, starting with the automatic immobilization of the vehicle, what they know how to do best. Since my Hydrogen battery generates ten times more energy than what I consume, I should return to Cesar what is rightfully his. I see a free plug that the young driver of a mastodontic trailer friendlily shows me. After doing the right thing for the Empire, society,...
 
At least now the price of an apple or an airline ticket or a facelift doesn’t depend on what side of the bed an oil megalomaniac wakes up on. If he has hemorrhoids or last nights sushi gave him heartburn and his water tastes like petroleum. Goodbye, infamous pathetic little king.
 

...and my conscience, to my surprise, many kilometers away from the station, I hear the fateful alarm reserved for the delinquents of the worst kind. How could this be possible? Some quantum computer had erred from a fly getting into its pure mechanism, like in the famous Brazil? The explanation is less unexpected and I found it flat out when I returned…on foot! after two hours walking, emulating memorable exploits from former centuries. Well, really, the explanation… I didn’t find it! The station where I had let out a bazillion watts through a plug, insufflating life to all the electrical mechanisms in the orb…had disappeared! After pinching myself and discarding an oniric ambush, virtual and/or psychotropic delirium, the night troop brought me back to reality, making me feel like the idiot that I was:      


-Traveling illegal paraphernalia. I’m talking about a gang of rich and bored teenagers.
-It’s just that…I’m a townie, agent. Subject, Verb, Predicate, if you could be so kind.
-Yeah, in a big transport vehicle they load and unload it in just a few minutes, like the fairground guys from the old days did with the tigers and the walruses. The false station flaunts, it seems, the commercial symbols and other fixtures with an amazing likeness.
-But there was another one of those 32 wheel monsters also letting out its extra energy through a cable...
-Well, it didn’t really let it out Sir. 

Anyway. I almost deserve it, for having an Ursuline vision, candid, of reality. Every advance carries new implicit challenges and inconveniences with it. I know that all of this is an insignificant scrap in the Energetic Revolution that is happening. I know that its been more than three years since there has been even one crash like the ones in the beginning, they have been happily eradicated, when the ululating beeps were incorporated, raising the first transportation prototypes to 55 decibels, a daily soundtrack. I know that there haven’t been any more deaths by inhalation of sulfur or carbon monoxide after substituting these catalytic poisons from batteries for other less lethal ones, more efficient ones, undervaluing, fortunately, the substantive in question. But, something worries me, to be honest: I worry about the geo-strategic world re-equilibrium. But today I am optimistic, putting myself in front of the sword before my demoniac boss, who pays me precisely for not being so. If I backtrack to other times, I smile serenely and bless, in spite of its’ inconveniences, the new situation: At least now the price of an apple or an airline ticket or a facelift doesn’t depend on what side of the bed an oil megalomaniac wakes up on. If he has hemorrhoids or last nights sushi gave him heartburn and his water tastes like petroleum. Goodbye, infamous pathetic little king. Today the water tastes like an energetic source, but for other reasons.      

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WITH A GALAXY ON OUR BACKS
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By Rodolfo Machena Abad*. Mail: adjuntos@tiemposfuturos.es (SUBJECT: CONTACT RODOLFO)
NEW: Japanese Scientists successfully achieve the transfer of
information from a human brain to an external computer support

Niñogalaxia

 Our brain looks like an enormous galaxy with 100 billion nerve cells, or neurons, as many as half the stars that our Milky Way contains. Our human crafts have shyly scratched its structure, barely penetrating its infinite abysms. The Voyager I and II probes are the human objects that have gone the farthest and they are only found a little farther away than 13 light hours from Earth, in a galaxy of 100,000 light years diameter, which appears before us as opaque, mysterious, defiant. We are no one. Poetry and philosophy seem to be the only possible tools to define something so overwhelmingly massive. Our brain is something as insurmountable as a galaxy, in which we have also penetrated insignificantly. This is to say that our universe fractalizes itself in such uncontainable sub-universes like a matrix. We propose a trip to a remote place although very near, a trip through a galaxy that we carry on our backs, our minds, with the only known devices faster than light: our memory, our imagination. I speak about time trip, yes, in time, but also in space. Close your eyes, decide on a concrete episode in your life, re-create it in great detail: Submerge yourselves for a few instants in that precise event in your existence. Remember people, smells, sounds, places, and above all, sensations…

 So, how did it go? Now imagine that this whole unfolding of the memory and sense was perfectly registered in an external computer support. Up until now, it all seems too close to the cinematographic plot of movies like “Brainstorm” (1983) or “Strange Days” (1995) but there is a substantial difference: Today it is a reality thanks to the successful experiment carried out by the Japanese neuro-physiologist, Matsuo Ashikaga. What really happened there has opened more interrogation than consolidated truths. Matthew Sizemoore…   
The philosopher and Italian writer Umberto Eco already pre-thought it, with high doses of sarcasm: “The computerized brain is far superior to the human one just because it only needs to push a key to forget”.
 

…a visionary or a crazy man,… in October of 2017 he insisted that a USB 8.0 port be implanted in his cranium in order to spill all of his memories into a very old blue-ray DVD before dying. I guess its like as if Oliver Cromwell had shouted himself hoarse begging for an accelerator and an escape tube for his steed, so it could run faster. Sizemoore, either clairvoyant or mad, ended up in the State Psychiatric Center of Queensland, in Brisbane, Australia, petting a rubber ducky. 


That man,
enlightened or nuts, asked, screaming, that someone freeze his memories, his experiences, his life, in one word. But he ended up in a straight jacket for being ahead of his time. That’s what they almost did to Galileo Galilei for deciphering, along with Johannes Kepler, the laws of the cosmos. We don’t know yet how many lives it will take to rescue the memories stored in an individual and “re-implant” them in him or in other humans. Maybe it will be like the deep frozen or hibernated ones in the Alcor Foundation, that for now just have a one way ticket to immortality, waiting for science to advance enough to be able to un-hibernate them without risk. It might be that in the year 2991, in the morning, a man finds an ancient quantum support and rescues some canned up memories from one of our contemporaries. It may be that these old memories become valued as marvelous works of art and people end up bidding for memories by weight in some galactic auction. 


The unknown galaxy that we carry on our backs, inside our heads, makes us pose questions of this sort, which affect its own nature. Can the most complex piece of matter in the cosmos (known) understand itself? Maybe never. Other infinitely more advanced beings might wind up helping us, before eyes (?) that have the complexity of a smart-ish amoeba. We may construct intelligent machines that evolve in a geometric progression and that surpass us by compassionately helping us to understand ourselves. The philosopher and Italian writer Umberto Eco already pre-thought it, with high doses of sarcasm: “The computerized brain is far superior to the human one just because it only needs to push a key to forget”. Now we long to push another key to conserve our memories, like someone saving a file. But, will we be selective? Why should we save the episodes of our pasts if they made us suffer? In order not to repeat them? There is no need to worry about that: They are saved with burning letters in our subconscious and, despite that, we will err one and a million times again. This last one is also saved with indelible letters in the premises that define the human condition. In any case, apart from the masochists, people will store their sublime memories on CD’s that will be ordered with tags and put on shelves. I conclude with another quote that makes the journey that we travel a river. Today this column gave honor to its name more than ever, looking behind like Lot’s wife in the Bible: Upon contradicting God’s order she instantly converted into a pillar of salt. I conclude, as I said, with a thought from a Gallic moralist from the eighteenth century, who knew how to define that dichotomy that makes us look to the past with exactness-now with the help of technology-or let the waves of time rock us, softly or fiercely: “Through memory we overcome time; through forgetting we abandon its’ course”.  Joseph Joubert.
      

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OTHER BEINGS WITH WHOM TO DEBATE ABOUT THE HUMAN AND THE DIVINE
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By Rodolfo Machena Abad*. Mail: adjuntos@tiemposfuturos.es (SUBJECT: CONTACT RODOLFO)
 Noticia Breve: Probado con éxito el primer traductor de "lenguaje delfinido"
a través de un ordenador cuántico conectado a un sintetizador.

Delfines

Halfway through the nineteenth century the almighty Charles Robert Darwin emphasized the capital importance of communication in animal survival. The link between the categorical affirmation and the famous Theory of Natural Selection is made and both amalgamate precisely: Do specimens with a higher communicative capacity survive? It is evident that information is another factor that insures survival. If an elephant is capable of warning the rest of the herd that poachers are near by stomping in such a way that the seismic waves he generates are transmitted kilometers away, such a singular medium of communication must have saved their life.    


Halfway through the twentieth century the human species began to fabricate intelligent machines, paralleled by inventing the way to communicate with them. The computer revolution changed the world and made us evolve, not on an individual level, but as a species. Paradoxically the Darwinian genetic evolution, even though poor Charles didn’t have a clue as to what a chromosome was, slowed down with this revolution, the machines being those that...

 
Charles Darwin’s ghost came out of his stone grave and gravitates restlessly around Westminster Abbey, swarming around nervously between the gothic columns...
 

...“fought the battle” for us in hostile environments. No inter-digital membranes or feathers to “optimize ourselves” in aquatic or air environments. And the machines silently kept getting closer to our intelligence until HALL 9000 warned us from fiction that we should be careful with them, that the technological axe had two sharp edges.    


Halfway through the twenty first century
humans found a new little animal in the forest, with whom to debate whether or not life exists in other worlds, about if matter condensed itself before the Big-Bang in a teaspoon or in a soup spoon, or if God uses this or that brand of hydrating facial cream. Dolphins appeared on stage, although they were always behind the scenes. A technological translator was the defender of the miracle. The “bottlenose” cetaceans were our new speakers. The forest of our lives’ population keeps getting bigger and the little squirrels (intelligent robots) that we are, should add little fish to the stream, so like in childhood tales, we can chat about diverse topics.   

What happened in the marine reserve in Taiwan implicates a point of inflection of cosmic importance. For the first time in history we are communicating with another intelligent species, terrestrial for the unfortunate millions of radio telescopes that are pointing to the stars. Today they are sad, although they shouldn’t be: we will learn a lot of things from dolphins, among them, new outlines of intelligence that will smooth out the way in order to communicate with extraterrestrial life forms, when the moment comes.

Charles Darwin’s ghost came out of his stone grave and gravitates restlessly around Westminster Abbey, swarming around nervously between the gothic columns because he knows that we are before a historical opportunity: Communicating with dolphins will allow us to evolve as a species. Both of us. Why do I have a feeling that, contrary to appearances, they will have a lot more to teach us, then us them?

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