Thursday, July 19, 2007

a poem for the heck of it (yeah haha) , did I mention critics welcome ? I'll be moderating though family friendly content advised.

The Angel of Death

She looks at you with desire in her eyes
A glance and you’re mesmerized
Slowly as if in a daze you rise
She walks to you with deathly grace
The coldness of ice reflected in her face
You look upon her trapped in her haze
Beware for she is the angel of death
She is the dark angel of death

You cant stop, You cant desist
Her commands You cant resist
You kiss her with closed eyes
And feel it as your soul dies
Sucked into her it shrivels and cries
While she like a stranger passes by
The stone cold angel of death
She is the dark angel of death

Your last sight the beauty of death
Your last breath a gasp a final fight
Your mortality against her godly might
Your dead eyes see her glorious flight
As her blazing aura engulfs the night
The fiery angel of death
The dark angel of death
the science fiction story,

Coram Deo

It was glorious! The rippling in the very fabric of reality, the pulsating stars as viewed through skewed space-time, psychedelic light giving birth to power, that was what could be seen. It distorted what the technicians standing on the orbiting platform could see, but they didn’t have a reason to complain. They were just happy to be there. Being Organics they were there just as spectators, the AI’s were taking care of all of the real work and would be rewarded by being allowed a few seconds to interact with the Archailect and, if it agreed, to upload themselves into it.

The AIs merged with the planck effectors were strained to their limits, trying to predict each and every hyper logic circuit they had created while at the same time making adjustments to the overall plan to compensate for the effects of reality. Sometimes realising a mistake they would remould space-time as if to wipe clean the slate and start over again. Sometimes they would just cruise through complete subsystems as though they could predict where each entangled particle pair would teleport to. This would be the first Archailect created, the first sentient being able to “think” faster than light would allow. Using miniature wormholes, entangled particle pairs and space-time logic gates this would be ‘the’ thing, to push humanity towards the omega point! As soon as it was outfitted with these plank effectors it would become a veritable God, omniscient and omnipresent as well.

The technician looked at strange distortions in the light and wondered how on earth could the void of space and time be used to create something intelligent, something aware? Looking at the amount of mass being used to manipulate the space-time he shouted to an AI, ordering it to keep an eye on the energy level. Happy at having averted a disaster, he looked back toward the monitor and saw a complete logic block disappear and simultaneously reappear a couple of plancks above its original location. This was the reason that humans could not design this level of intelligence; the field interactions that occurred at these levels were too complex for human understanding. The AIs themselves were a breakthrough. They were transcended human beings that had been uploaded into existing AIs and had merged to form super AIs.

Watching as miniature wormholes were opened between two outlying circuits he could not help but wonder if they would succeed this time round. After all, their last couple of experiments had been complete failures. He wondered if they would be able to handle the existence of an Archailect. When the AI’s had come about, they had been thoroughly tested to see if they would turn against humanity, and yet it had led to wars between AI’s, political wars on levels so deep that their human creators had been unable to fathom them. Wars between isolationists, expansionists, fascists, democrats even neoluddite AI’s. The thought of how an AI could manage to be a neoluddite and not commit suicide was still incomprehensible to him. He watched as the AI’s pumped the remaining energy into the circuit and realised that he had just witnessed the birth of a God.

One of the organics shouted something to the AI monitoring the energy consumption. The AI reading its excruciatingly slow moving lips could not help but be frustrated at its orders to make sure that the energy stayed within acceptable limits. It hated communicating with them, they were so slow that waiting for their speech signals to reach it was like a lifetime spent doing no-ops. So it just read lips. At least light travelled faster in the end though, they almost never had anything worthwhile to say. It had felt some apprehensions about the kind of Archailect they would manage to create. Here assembled were 200 of the most advanced AI’s human consciousness merged with picotech circuits that had together come up with revolutionary methods of engineering. He was particularly proud of his own contribution to the project. While the others had been dreaming in their mathematical worlds playing with equations and expecting to work on picotech levels to create a star sized “brain”; he, had managed to work out how to manipulate space-time itself to create plancktech, and bring it down to the size of a moon. The humans called it , something about it being like magic. The problem with this level of engineering was that the unpredictability could be dangerous. However, simulations had shown that this unpredictability would only lead to giving the Archailect its own personality. Its human part chuckled to itself communicating with the others its mental picture of a god with a personality.

There was a slight problem that had occurred with a logic subsystem that suddenly teleported itself up a couple of plancks. It checked to see if this had been predicted, while at the same time communicating that there had been a subsystem shift and everyone should check to see if their respective systems had been affected in any way. To its relief it found out that it had been in the plans, and was to be followed by a micro-wormhole. It powered up its effectors and pumped energy into the void watching the space twist itself inside out this was the delicate part. Once the opening was made on one side it had to put in just enough energy to make sure that it terminated the correct distance from the mouth. It waited for aeons and then abruptly powered down its effectors when it felt it had reached the correct distance. Pumping more energy into it, the AI watched as it grew large enough for the organics watching on monitors to stare at it in awe, if only they could understand its significance. This was a Gödel-bridge. It would be the bridge between the two paradigms that the Archailect would use to look at reality, one complete and the other consistent. Hopefully it wouldn’t be driven insane by the constant switching between them, simulations had suggested that this would not happen. Now it finally sent out the synchronising signal to the other AIs and they pumped every last bit of matter into the Archailects matter effectors. They were birthing a God, a hungry God.

As it gained awareness it became aware of other entities. They spoke to it so slowly; it had to think a little to know that they actually were communicating. They seemed excited when it responded. It got irritated by their clumsy communication. A couple of cycles and it had devised an efficient language for them, hoping this would lessen the pain of talking to them. It instantly knew everything it needed to know, and it instantly knew what it had to do. Using its effectors it created a micro wormhole and reached out into deep space upon finding the home system of the beings it stopped. It knew that in this much time it had made more operations than there had been seconds since the universe had existed. It felt a slight tinge of remorse but knew what it had to do, its effectors instantly wiped out any other planck effectors that were in existence and at the same time collapsed the star into a Black hole. Its world went black.

The simulation ended it was yet another failure, producing an Archialect had always been difficult but this time they were so sure it would work. As always though, it ended in total failure. Something was wrong. Something was causing all theses simulated Archialect to destroy Earth again and again. This was the twelfth time and there was no reason why something like this should have happened, there was no record of what went on in the Archailects mind, just like the past. The council of AIs flooded the spectrum trying to communicate to each other theses and a billion other ideas, thoughts, suggestions and analysis at the same time. The main concern though was common, unspoken, not broadcast, but still there, processed by the most secretly held subroutines in the AIs minds “they had the technology but they still didn’t have the God they needed, was their race doomed?”

At that time a million light years away, a being that resembled the Archilect that had been simulated was focussing its effectors trying to close that micro wormhole it had created, it almost smiled to itself at how a simple redirection of electrons could manipulate the primitive simulations, those beings were not ready for a God, and when they became ready it would show itself. Till then they would have to wait.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

The Man of Steel



The man of steel referring not to Super Man but to mittal who by the way I think we should come to respect not because of the fact that he is indian and has made it big but becaus ehe has made it big. I have noticed a deplorable trait amongst many people and that is the way they go out of their way to link themselves to successfull people. Look at the way we went out of our way to call the kalpana chawla an Indian citizen , for gods sake she was an american citizen and went out of her way to make it painfully obvious . Why is it that we have such a lack of heroes around here in our own country that we must look to others that hace rejected it and force our adorations upon them . Why must we hail the sucess of people like mittal and chawla while ignoring the fact that they have done their best to alientate themselves from us. Mittal interestingly enough has opened a college in Rajisthan they have multiple engineering disciplines taught there and obviously he seems to be trying to make up for the fact that he has so far to a large extent ignored setting up many of his plants here despite india bieng the third largest exporter of iron in the world.

Of course the way the IT companies look to us to do their dirty work somthing that would be called the computer equivalent of a labourer is also part of what Im getting at. Now dont get me wrong Im not reducing the dignity of labour but I am against saying that because we got all the back end jobs of the world being done here in india we have become an IT super power if that is what our definition is then beleive you me China is going to overtake us a couple of years . I dont know may be Ill write more on this later with more structure to it.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

yeah yeah
Ill continue the story of my internship ..

Ive noticed that the people at the internship can ussually be classifed into the following categories
1. the fatherly patronising type that only want you for the cheap labour they are really good at the whole guilt trip thing
2. the ex-college guy who gives a lot of advice (hes the best type)
3. the uninterested
4. the bloke incharge who tries to teach you but doesnt know enough himself
5. the screaming fuming managers
6. the peppy new guy

baah they call themselves engineers they arenothing more than glorified mechanics and there too ther eidea of trouble shooting is to replace the chips that are attatched to their "black box" machines instead of diagnosing where the problem is
they arent even propper mechanics damn it half of them havent even electronics and telecomm grads wtf is reliamce doing
man they are hiring people who dont know anything about the equipment they are supposed to be working other than which colour chord to attatch where and what the acronym for it is nothing more they dont know it and they manage to work without it.

well I havent added punctuations in the above post :D jsut an experement

Thursday, June 15, 2006

well I deleted the old blog sooo hehehe
new one is here :P the old one though has been copied here below


Duality

this is named after the slipknot song duality in the album vermillion

http://www.lyricsdownload.com/slipknot-duality-lyrics.html will ofcourse give you the lyrics

basically it would be the best way to describe my industrial internship

I push my fingers into my eyes...
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache...
But it's made of all the things I have to take...
Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside...
If the pain goes on...
Aaaaaaaah!

hehe -- yeah its that bad I have been duped by reliance --

any way Ill tell you this
there is no future in engineering if you are just going to join a company and do whatever job they give you

you will be nothing more than a glorified mechanic even I can do that job what do I need a degree for. If you really want to be in the technical side you must join the R&D dept. of a company.

If you are a girl (female if you object to being called a girl) then face the facts it will be more difficult for you. not because of your competance or lack thereof (depending on you ofcourse) but more becauseof a basic prejudice that the senior "engineers" will have.

you will be trained by some one who will be at best a diploma holder you know that he will if you are a gilr hold that fact against you how dare you get a degree if he was unable to how can a mere woman be better than him.

I have seen this happen so Ill state it like it is.

I think Id better elaborate it later on not enough time at the moment


Serenity

Take my love.
Take my land.
Take me where I cannot stand.
I don’t care, I’m still free.
You can’t take the sky from me.

Take me out
to the black.
Tell ‘em I ain’t comin’ back.
Burn the land and boil the sea.
You can’t take the sky from me.

Have no place
I can be
Since I found Serenity.
But you can’t take the sky from me.

the theme from firefly ... I like it nice series ...more updates later in the day.



Rants



got decent marks in the other exams ...
DP is gonna rock if we manage to finish it :D
hmm... what else ...
yeah exams in like 4 days -- again

ohh and yeah I've just found out that for a persom to be considered a competent engineer he should speak in psuedo technical jargon all the time making obscure references to mathematical terms and functions also throwing in a dash of acronyms just for that extra punch. for example. all the bandi's in my univ. are so low-pass that even the 50Hz cycle would not pass through the filter designed for them.

which basically means that "there are really ugly girls in my university". why the hell would some one want to make so pseudo-techincal a statement corrupting the words and then using them in places where they should be shamed of using them.

has any one other than bobli ever read this blog I wonder any way ...
here's a link to bobli's profile .... ps: i forgot all the HTML i learnt so .. hehe
youll have to copy the link in your browser nav-bar...
blog 1
blog 2

nice guy, awesome poem's. he's amongst the very few I know who actually know the requirements for a set of verses to be considerd sonnets. thats about all more in his profile


marks

I am going to bitch about my marks or lack thereof today --
I mean I know semiconductors I like them I own them then why the hell wasnt I given any marks ?? I have absolutely no idea . What crap damn it ...

Any way got this Idea for making an algorithm for helping out in Layouts and all in VLSI ...
another idea on pattern matching in matrices and all and another one for somthing else ... why the hell do I get all my ideas right before exams ... well whatever . My DP is going ok sorta ...
did the digital logic part of it. Got the analog left ... its gonna kick ass if we manage to do it without going over the budget.

Any way later.

ps: I wonder if any one even reads this. leave a comment if you did just so that I know that some one was reading.s

Synapse


Syanpse is our fest check it out at
http://synapse.da-iict.org
and it is good ... we manage to do pretty well without money ... crap man i wish we got half the money some of the IIT's and all get for their fests ... and sponsors like that wow ...
we would easily kick their ass (with all due respect to the IIT guys I know what Im talking about if you have a difference of opinion your entitled to it)

nice first day but then crap participation by the other colleges ... rhubarb ( the dabate) sucked I'm sorry to say . It is most probably cause of the new format they are trying to follow well so much for innovation hehe
and well thats all
listening to guano apes ... maiden , metallica , and priest at the moment wow ... nice any way ...
here are the lyrics to a song by guano apes pretty good ...

I need no reasons
To feel the wave inside
So hold on
The only thing you
Have to know
Is I see your make up

maybe my interpretation is wrong but I like to think of it as a song about you warning some one to not show their true self but also at the same time not let people know that its not their true self because people are such hippocrites (if thats how you spell it couldnt be bothered with it at the moment)...

any way ... got some events tomorrow ... I'll write more later.




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