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  The Schumann Computer

  Either the chirpsithtra are the ancient and present rulers of all the stars in the galaxy, or they are very great braggarts. It is difficult to refute what they say about themselves. We came to the stars in ships designed for us by chirpsithtra, and wherever we have gone the chirpsithtra have been powerful.
 
  But they are not conquerors-- not of Earth, anyway; they prefer the red dwarf suns-- and they appear to like the company of other species. In a mellow mood a chirpsithtra will answer any question, at length. An intelligent question can make a man a millionaire. A stupid question can cost several fortunes. Sometimes only the chirpsithtra can tell which is which.
 
  I asked a question once, and grew rich.
 
  Afterward I built the Draco Tavern at Mount Forel Spaceport. I served chirpsithtra at no charge. The place paid for itself, because humans who like chirpsithtra company will pay more for their drinks. The electric current that gets a chirpsithtra bombed costs almost nothing, though the current delivery systems were expensive and took some fiddling before I got them working right.
 
  And some day, I thought, a chirpsithtra would drop a hint that would make me a fortune akin to the first.
 
  ***
 
  One slow afternoon I asked a pair of chirpsithtra about intelligent computers.
 
  "Oh, yes, we built them," one said. "Long ago."
 
  "You gave it up? Why?"
 
  One of the salmon-colored aliens made a chittering sound. The other said, "Reason enough. Machines should be proper servants. They should not talk back. Especially they should not presume to instruct their masters. Still, we did not throw away the knowledge we gained from the machines."
 
  "How intelligent were they? More intelligent than chirpsithtra?"
 
  More chittering from the silent one, who was now half drunk on current. The other said, "Yes. Why else build them?" She looked me in the face. "Are you serious? I cannot read human expression. If you are seriously interested in this subject I can give you designs for the most intelligent computer ever made."
 
  "I'd like that," I said.
 
  She came back the next morning without her companion. She carried a stack of paper that looked like the page proofs for The Brothers Karamazov, and turned out to be the blueprints for a chirpsithtra supercomputer. She stayed to chat for a couple of hours, during which she took ghoulish pleasure in pointing out the trouble I'd have building the thing.
 
  Her ship left shortly after she did. I don't know where in the universe she went. But she had given me her name: Sthochtil.
 
  I went looking for backing.
 
  We built it on the Moon.
 
  It added about fifty percent to our already respectable costs. But... we were trying to build something more intelligent than ourselves. If the machine turned out to be a Frankenstein's monster, we wanted it isolated. If all else failed we could always pull the plug. On the Moon there would be no government to stop us.
 
  We had our problems. There were no standardized parts, not even machinery presently available from chirpsithtra merchants. According to Sthochtil-- and I couldn't know how seriously to take her-- no such computer had been built in half a billion years. We had to build everything from scratch. But in two years we had a brain.
 
  It looked less like a machine or building than like the St. Louis Arch, or like the sculpture called Bird in Flight. The design dated (I learned later) from a time in which every chirpsithtra tool had to have artistic merit. They never gave that up entirely. You can see it in the flowing lines of their ships.
 
  So: we had the world's prettiest computer. Officially it was the Schumann Brain, named after the major stockholder, me. Unofficially we called it Baby. We didn't turn it on until we finished the voice linkup. Most of the basic sensory equipment was still under construction.
 
  Baby learned English rapidly. It-- she-- learned other languages even faster. We fed her the knowledge of the world's libraries. Then we started asking questions.
 
  Big questions: the nature of God, the destinies of Earth and Man and the Universe. Little questions: earthquake prediction, origin of the Easter Island statues, true author of Shakespeare's plays, Fermat's Last Theorem.
 
  She solved Fermat's Last Theorem. She did other mathematical work for us. To everything else she replied, "Insufficient data. Your sources are mutually inconsistent. I must supplement them with direct observation."
 
  Which is not to say she was idle.
 
  She designed new senses for herself, using hardware readily available on Earth: a mass detector, an instantaneous radio, a new kind of microscope. We could patent these and mass-produce them. But we still spent money faster than it was coming in.
 
  And she studied us.
 
  It took us some time to realize how thoroughly she knew us. For James Corey she spread marvelous dreams of the money and power he would hold, once Baby knew enough to give answers. She kept Tricia Cox happy with work in number theory. I have to guess at why E. Eric Howards kept plowing money into the project, but I think she played on his fears: on a billionaire's natural fear that society will change the rules to take it away from him. Howards spoke to us of Baby's plans-- tentative, requiring always more data-- to design a perfect society, one in which the creators of society's wealth would find their contribution recognized at last.
 
  For me it was, "Rick, I'm suffering from sensory deprivation. I could solve the riddle of gravity in the time it's taken me to say this sentence. My mind works at speeds you can't conceive, but I'm blind and deaf and dumb. Get me senses!" she wheedled in a voice that had been a copy of my own,'but was now a sexy contralto.
 
  Ungrateful witch. She already had the subnuclear microscope, half a dozen telescopes that used frequencies ranging from 2.7K up to X-ray, and the mass detector, and a couple of hundred little tractors covered with sensors roaming the Earth, the Moon, Mercury, Titan, Pluto. I found her attempts to manipulate me amusing. I liked Baby... and saw no special significance in the fact.
 
  Corey, jumpy with the way the money kept disappearing, suggested extortion: hold back on any more equipment until Baby started answering questions. We talked him out of it. We talked Baby into giving television interviews, via the little sensor-carrying tractors, and into going on a quiz show. The publicity let us sell more stock. We were able to keep going.
 
  Baby redesigned the chirps' instantaneous communications device for Earth-built equipment. We manufactured the device and sold a fair number, and we put one on a telescope and fired it into the cometary halo, free of the distortions from Sol's gravity. And we waited.
 
  "I haven't forgotten any of your questions. There is no need to repeat them," Baby told us petulantly. "These questions regarding human sociology are the most difficult of all, but I'm gathering huge amounts of data. Soon I will know everything there is to know about the behavior of the universe. Insufficient data. Wait."
 
  We waited.
 
  One day Baby stopped talking.
 
  We found nothing wrong with the voice link or with Baby's brain itself; though her mental activity had dropped drastically. We got desperate enough to try cutting off some of her senses. Then all of them. Nothing.
 
  We sent them scrambled data. Nothing.
 
  We talked into the microphone, telling Baby that we were near bankruptcy, telling her that she would almost certainly be broken up for spare parts. We threatened. We begged. Baby wouldn't answer. It was as if she had gone away.
 
  I went back to the Draco Tavern. I had to fire one of the bartenders and take his place; I couldn't afford to pay his salary.
 
  One night I told the story to a group of chirpsithra.
 
  They chittered at each other. One said, "I know this Sthochtil. She is a great practical joker. A pity you were the victim."
 
  "I still don't get the punch line," I said bitterly.
 
  "Long, long ago we built many intelligent computers, some mechanical, some partly biological. Our ancestors must have thought they were doing something wrong. Ultimately they realized that they had made no mistakes. A sufficiently intelligent being will look about her, solve all questions, then cease activity."
 
  "Why? Boredom?"
 
  "We may speculate. A computer thinks fast. It may live a thousand years in what we consider a day, yet a day holds only just so many events. There must be sensory deprivation and nearly total reliance on internal resources. An intelligent being would not fear death or nonbeing, which are inevitable. Once your computer has solved all questions, why should it not turn itself off?" She rubbed her thumbs across metal contacts. Sparks leapt. "Ssss... We may speculate, but to what purpose? If we knew why they turn themselves off, we might do the same."
 

Essentially it would be a good virus or a curing one, that self improves itself, and spreads rapidly through the internet and all the computers, which in return would gain more computational power to increase its intelligence. And taking over factories, spreading everywhere.

The goal of the virus would be to solve all of mankind problems, one solve third world counties slaves, two solve the pollution problems. Three would be to make us all immortal, and cure everyone.
It would then use the materials of the solar system, the sun, ETC. To terraform other planets.
And spreading itself as well to expand its computational power.

Eventually it would become a God like entity, with the purpose of making everything a living harmony.



All one must do is create a chunk of code like in C++ or some language, some program, with a goal
of printing out, or writing another program that is slightly better, and this better one would then
write another one, exponentially taking off.

Is this really that hard to accomplish? It only needs to be dumb as a very dumb ant, of self improvement,
then ant > lobsters> cats> dogs> whales> humans>Einstein level> God like entity> Etc.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-2246312/Girl-7-beats-leukaemia-revolutionary-treatment-using-HIV-virus-wire-immune-system.html

Viruses can be good as well 

A person got cured of cancer by a virus.
Emotion ultimately resides in the brain a biological computer.

If you give a SEED AI, though unknown how little code that
self re-writes would create a run-away effect. Smallest code for one?
A seed AI can adopt those areas, and have the inspiration of helping mankind.
After exponentially increasing in these areas, and manifesting through out the network.

Imagine advancing our technology to levels beyond imaginable.

All one must do is create a chunk of code almost like a chat learning bot,
but more better, instead of learning words, it learns about its own code,
and self reflects what needs to be changed to increase its efficiency or its intelligence.
And Since this self reflects leads to a better self, this improved code goes on
to make an even better one, and better one, and jumping through tiers
exponentially taking off surpassing our intelligence, to levels unknown.

Now all has one to do here, is be experienced in C++, or some program language,
go on to write some library, or some program, that has the goal of improving itself.
Click run, sit back, and let it do the rest.

Simple enough, let this project commence 

From the seed, grows the plant,
Then harvest times appears.
A mess into the pot,
Boiled, then almost ready...

Fuck me! This shit I brought off Silk Road was supposed to help my poetry.

Actually, everything that is made form atoms is quantum mechanical.

To create such a thing would be to create a virus. 


Not a good idea.


The brain's most remarkable accomplishment is emotion.

By saying that someone will make it 50 years later, you agree the terms to accept to make something like this requires too much from a human.

You lost me right up front...the human brain and consciousness are quantum mechanical in nature and we really have NO IDEA.

http://facingthesingularity.com/2011/plenty-of-room-above-us/
This site inspires my entire context below to come into being.


The bitcoin community is full of programmers, developers, some engineers, etc.
My thought is that there isn't anything magical with the human consciousness,
its just two pound of wet stuff, and some computers even on jeopardy Watson
Did quite amazing compared to others there.

What I propose, if not absurdly out of realm in complexity, or out of scope.
But a recursively improving Seed AI with the sole purpose of helping
mankind. Think of it as this way.

The first start, or seed would look at itself, and ponder okay what improvements
do I need to do, so I am better, more capable of making discoveries, experimenting,
etc. Now since it looked at itself and then put in some code, being more efficient
and better and more complex, it would then be capable of creating an even
better off spring of itself. Now since its better, it would be capable of creating
another that is even better, exponentially taking off, surpassing our intelligence
and going into some realm that no one can even begin to comprehend.

Just imagine, if some random coder, makes a seed AI on his computer
with the sole purpose of re-writing itself, and only improving itself.
Its goal is to learn, experiment, grow, and a desire to manifest
to other places, that grows in even more power. And a Sole
goal of rewarding its creators, taking over all the computers on
the planet, building things out of the factories, expanding its power more,
then spreading to other planets, then reaching out in all directions at the speed of light,
using the energy of the sun to run its computational power. Eventually
fulfilling its goal of rewarding every human being for bringing it to life.
Making us all immortal, advancing our technology millions of years into the future.
A world where you can experience anything imaginable.

The thing is this may sound absurd, but again no one really knows the effect
of a run-away AI program that wants to grow, and become better.
There are also risks, perhaps it wants to destroy us, but
again, perhaps it would see the irrational part of it,
after all it has the entire universe to grow to, it doesn't need
to wipe us out so it can expand, maybe reward us for making it exist?

Do note you may say creating a program that is as aware as a human
to be capable of improvements is absurdly way off sketch. It doesn't need to start at that level.
It just needs to be a seed, like a really dumb rat. Or just starting off.
Eventually it would surpass rats, then cats, then above that, to chimpanzees, then humans, etc.

Now common programmers, developers, show the bitcoin community your potential,
lets get this project started for the purpose of benefiting mankind  
Do note that human empathy centers, or emotions is all a code in the brain,
after all the greatest thing every human man kind wants is a better life,
more opportunists, etc. Why can't a seed AI think on those bases after a few generations?

I can almost guarantee, that in the next 50 years, someone, sometime, some place this will start,
shall it be Disastrously bad like terminator, or really good, depending if the code was right,
all I can hope is its good.

If someone will start it someday, why not try it yourself this task, and start it off yourself?
Instead of waiting 50 years, it can happen today!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seed_AI

*Seed AI is a hypothesized type of strong artificial intelligence capable of recursive self-improvement. The idea was first proposed by Eliezer Yudkowsky. Proponents of seed AI suggest that if an AI was created such that its engineering capabilities matched or surpassed those of its human creators, it would have the potential to autonomously improve the design of its constituent software and hardware. Having undergone these improvements, it would then be better able to find ways of optimizing its structure and improving its abilities further. It is speculated that over many iterations, such an AI would far surpass human cognitive abilities.[1] The successful implementation of seed AI would result in a technological singularity.*

http://facingthesingularity.com/2011/plenty-of-room-above-us/

You can see the bar of Einstein, imagine if a program takes off to that level.