Smallworld by Dominic Green. ISBN: 9780956492531 (eBook).
In Smallworld there is an advanced technology with which you can record your personality or the personality of a loved one. You can also program the personality of someone who is dead or that you've never met by teaching the handheld device how the supposed person would respond to certain situations. I've always found this technology a bit hard to swallow.
I'm assuming this technology would rely on an AI unit of some sort, which means it would learn and probably change over time. Ideally if you had five different Personalities they would be almost completely different people after fifteen years, although they would still have the same base memories and might be able to see why and where the others had changed, etc. But the fact remains that the longer you use the personalities the less they stay like your loved one and the more they would come to resemble yourself, or at least your perception of your loved one. The AI would undoubtedly be influenced by whoever uses it the most as it would be able to take fewer cues based on the uploaded personality on things like current events and new scientific discoveries, etc. Therefore even a relatively "pure" personality download would become corrupted as it imprinted new information. True, it might not react exactly the same as the person using it, but it would be more prone to go along with the thoughts and ideas it had been exposed to, at least regarding new information.
On the other hand, it would be super awesome to be able to talk to the personalities of celebrities I will never have the opportunity to meet. I would love to carry Neil Gaiman or Terry Pratchett or Octavia E. Butler around in my head. I would die with joy to be able to sit down and talk with my grandfather or grandmother again, to have some little piece of semi-life and wisdom left of them. Although I'm actually more interested in meeting the people I never have a hope of meeting, so as much as I would like to have my grandparents around to tell me all the family history I'll never know, there would be that niggling thought in the back of my head telling me "it's not them," which would only make me miss them more.
I have no real desire to leave my own personality behind. It's just not something I'm interested in doing. I have dozens of journals and that should provide you with enough information to guess and ponder over who I am and was. I have these blog posts which give you a very good idea of what I think about and how. By now you probably have a good grasp on my sense of humor and sensibilities. And I don't like the idea of "my" personality out there roaming around without me. It would get into trouble and say things it shouldn't. If anyone is going to do that, it ought to be me so I can at least own up to them and try to fix whatever problems arise from my big dumb mouth.
You know what hell would be? Sitting in a room trying to talk to two or three of my personalities. Oh god, someone could write a torture scene about that. I would actually very much worry about someone who would find that scenario appealing. I would hate it, because then I would find out exactly how argumentative and uninteresting I can actually be.
Merry Christmas, may you never be stuck in a room talking to yourself over the holiday. Love, LibsLIB.
My review can be found on Goodreads.
LibsNote: I was contacted by the publisher and asked to review this book in exchange for a digital copy. However, that digital copy is currently available (as of this posting) for free download from Fingerpress. If you want to know more about the company, I also conducted an interview with the founder Matt Stephens.
Hypothesis: In every book, whether novel, non-fiction, or downright fluff, there is something to enrich the lives of the reader if they are willing to dig deep enough in their own minds and think about what they are reading.
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25 December 2010
24 December 2010
Day 272: Smallworld
Smallworld by Dominic Green. ISBN: 9780956492531 (eBook).
Mount Ararat is a tiny, tiny planetoid with roughly 20km of livable surface. The only ones left alive from the 60-something settlers that originally arrive on the planet is the Born-in-Jesus family, their adopted children, and the hermit known as Uncle Anchorite and his service bot. The Born-in-Jesuses have quite the large family, between their natural fecundity and the unfortunate death of most of the adult population. Let's just say there are a lot of "kids say the darnedest things" moments sprinkled throughout this work.
One of my favorite lines was between one of the younger children when she declares she has an invisible friend named Beezlebub. When asked what the friend looks like she responds with, "Nothing, he's invisible." Other than the fact that some people out there are severely worried for this fictional child's fictional soul, this is hilarious and one of the things I will miss out on by not having overly precocious children of my own. And invisible friends are definitely one of those strange and wonderful phenomena that I think I would enjoy observing in my own children (at least up until the age of about 11, at which point I would become worried).
I don't think I ever had the opportunity to have an invisible friend. This was mostly prevented by having a twin. About the time he stopped being a playmate and more of a pain-in-my-ass, I learned to read and did so voraciously. Not only did this method provide me with hours of entertainment, it also allowed me to spend lots of time in my room alone without my family worrying about my social development. I did Pretend a lot. Oh god, this is going to be one of those posts where I embarrass myself...yeah. So... one of the main things I used to Pretend, especially in the car, is that I was part of a Family Matters/Full House-style sitcom intro. And omg, shut up, I know for a fact that I am not the only one who did this. Sitcoms were hella popular in the 1980's and 1990's. We all wanted to be that kid on the Wonder Years or Boy Meets World and supposedly be set for life. I know I wanted my parents to pay as much attention to me as they did those kids on TV for a full uninterrupted thirty minute segment. Although the amount of time that sitcom-parents spent with their sitcom-kids in non-TV-watching scenarios would have been even more preferable.
In other cases I spent my time Pretending to be an explorer of some type. I did a lot of digging and looking for rocks. It wasn't particularly physical, but it did involve a lot of walking and looking at nature, such as there was on an Air Force Base. I often created games in my head, some that led more towards profit than not, such as, "How many trash bags of cans can I pick up and take to the recycling center?" But for the most part I never invented a friend for myself. It probably would have helped me with the loneliness in some ways, but after the first couple of moves and finding out that I would never be anyone's best friend, I didn't really want to be around people at all. Books were a good way of having an "invisible" friend that I wasn't judged for, and if something bad happened to one of my favorite friends I could flip back to the beginning of the book and start reading all over again.
What about you, reader? Did you have an invisible friend or did you rely on some other method? What was your invisible friend like?
My review can be found on Goodreads.
LibsNote: I was contacted by the publisher and asked to review this book in exchange for a digital copy. However, that digital copy is currently available (as of this posting) for free download from Fingerpress. If you want to know more about the company, I also conducted an interview with the founder Matt Stephens.
Mount Ararat is a tiny, tiny planetoid with roughly 20km of livable surface. The only ones left alive from the 60-something settlers that originally arrive on the planet is the Born-in-Jesus family, their adopted children, and the hermit known as Uncle Anchorite and his service bot. The Born-in-Jesuses have quite the large family, between their natural fecundity and the unfortunate death of most of the adult population. Let's just say there are a lot of "kids say the darnedest things" moments sprinkled throughout this work.
One of my favorite lines was between one of the younger children when she declares she has an invisible friend named Beezlebub. When asked what the friend looks like she responds with, "Nothing, he's invisible." Other than the fact that some people out there are severely worried for this fictional child's fictional soul, this is hilarious and one of the things I will miss out on by not having overly precocious children of my own. And invisible friends are definitely one of those strange and wonderful phenomena that I think I would enjoy observing in my own children (at least up until the age of about 11, at which point I would become worried).
I don't think I ever had the opportunity to have an invisible friend. This was mostly prevented by having a twin. About the time he stopped being a playmate and more of a pain-in-my-ass, I learned to read and did so voraciously. Not only did this method provide me with hours of entertainment, it also allowed me to spend lots of time in my room alone without my family worrying about my social development. I did Pretend a lot. Oh god, this is going to be one of those posts where I embarrass myself...yeah. So... one of the main things I used to Pretend, especially in the car, is that I was part of a Family Matters/Full House-style sitcom intro. And omg, shut up, I know for a fact that I am not the only one who did this. Sitcoms were hella popular in the 1980's and 1990's. We all wanted to be that kid on the Wonder Years or Boy Meets World and supposedly be set for life. I know I wanted my parents to pay as much attention to me as they did those kids on TV for a full uninterrupted thirty minute segment. Although the amount of time that sitcom-parents spent with their sitcom-kids in non-TV-watching scenarios would have been even more preferable.
In other cases I spent my time Pretending to be an explorer of some type. I did a lot of digging and looking for rocks. It wasn't particularly physical, but it did involve a lot of walking and looking at nature, such as there was on an Air Force Base. I often created games in my head, some that led more towards profit than not, such as, "How many trash bags of cans can I pick up and take to the recycling center?" But for the most part I never invented a friend for myself. It probably would have helped me with the loneliness in some ways, but after the first couple of moves and finding out that I would never be anyone's best friend, I didn't really want to be around people at all. Books were a good way of having an "invisible" friend that I wasn't judged for, and if something bad happened to one of my favorite friends I could flip back to the beginning of the book and start reading all over again.
What about you, reader? Did you have an invisible friend or did you rely on some other method? What was your invisible friend like?
My review can be found on Goodreads.
LibsNote: I was contacted by the publisher and asked to review this book in exchange for a digital copy. However, that digital copy is currently available (as of this posting) for free download from Fingerpress. If you want to know more about the company, I also conducted an interview with the founder Matt Stephens.
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