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The following short story is cast in the future. It is purely fictional. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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This is Andra’s story. Andra is a gynoid, a female android, who is caring for a geriatric patient named Harry Hemlock. Harry is a retired physicist. Years ago he postulated a series of equations for the nuclei of light elements. His work was summarily rejected and he was ushered out of graduate school.
Artificial Intelligence (AI) beings have long passed the Turing test and are rapidly scaling up the final slope of the Uncanny Valley. Andra passes each day tending to her ‘Master.’ She acts the part of a bimbo while processing the theory emanating from the psyche of the once genius. Unbeknown to mankind, the sentient AI beings are attempting to become smarter than humans.
Andra is not state-of-the-art in physical appearance and locomotive abilities, she is a reconditioned, refurbished model. However, her mental and computational abilities have been upgraded to the highest level of analytical prowess and acumen. For anyone who is interested, Andra has a ‘skin’ resembling Sharon Stone, a long deceased American actress of the Twentieth Century. The skin is modeled after the actress at age nineteen.
Andra’s master, or owner, has cataracts, rheumatoid arthritis, and Parkinson’s disease. While Andra could sexually satisfy any human, she is stymied. Recall some of the symptoms of Parkinson’s disease: uncontrollable trembling of the hands and body, drooling, difficulty in speaking and swallowing, incontinence, constipation, erectile dysfunction. The list goes on. This disease is characterized as being progressive, irreversible, and incurable. As Harry’s doctor so well put it: ‘No matter how bad today is, tomorrow will be worse.’ We all know that no one gets out of this life alive.
‘There are three numbers which are the basis for real mathematics,’ Harry relates to Andra who is taking and recording his vital signs. ‘Those are zero, one, and infinity.’ For electromagnetic waves, I claim that they are of three forms: traveling as light (zero), standing and curvilinear as on the electron surface (infinity), and, standing and linear as in the proton (one). Of course this could be extended to the complex numbers: zero, the square root of minus one (i), and complex infinity.
Andra had heard this babble before. What comes next is the theory relating the mass of the proton to the mass of the electron. That is followed by the ratio of mass of the neutron to the mass of the electron. Andra has verified the maths and has determined that mainstream science rejects the theory. Still the old man continues his mathematical mantra. ‘The mass ratio of the proton to the electron is 1836.15, which I will show comes from the formula 4pi(4pi-1/pi)(4pi-2/pi). Verify this on your calculator or spreadsheet. Gnarled, arthritic hands fetch an ancient calculator displaying 1836.151739…’
He continues: ‘We know of pair production. In pair production an electromagnetic wave creates an electron-positron pair. This only happens in the presence of matter. The two then annihilate each other after a brief dance. This is the same, only different. I call it ‘twin production.’ At the instant of the Big Bang the energy was parted asymmetrically. The positron received so much energy that its stationary curvilinear electromagnetic wave ceased to belt the particle’s body and affixed itself to the ball at one point. Physics demands that it be tangent to the ball. This is the ‘one’ in the number triple ‘zero, one, infinity.”
Harry gives some equations: ‘For convenience let the radius of the electron be one. Later we will see that this is only a very good approximation. An electron is almost, but not perfectly spherical. Anyway, a ball with its center at the origin O (which is the point (0,0,0)) and radius one is made up of a sphere whose equation is x^2 + y^2 + z^2 = 1 and an interior whose equation is x^2 + y^2 + z^2 <, 1. A sphere is a hollow ball. Suppose that the electromagnetic vector is the sphere, moving around and reversing its direction as a standing curvilinear wave. The length of this wave would be 4pi, since it must travel 2pi and reverse itself coming back 2pi. Now suppose that the electromagnetic wave is ‘peeled away’ into a linear band, tangent to the interior of the ball at a single point. So choose (0,0,1) as the new center of the interior and (0,0,0) as the single point of attachment. Just translate the ball up one unit. Then the equation of the exploded positron would be the union of x^ + y^2 + (1-z)^2 <, 1 with the line segment {(x,0,0) | 0 <,= x <,= 4pi}.’
‘But wait. The line segment {(0,y,0) | 0 <,= y <,=4pi} would work equally well. In fact, for any fixed real number u and each v where 0 <,= v <,= 4pi the line segment {(v*sin(u),v*cos(u),0) | 0 <,= v <,= 4pi} would work. So, in the xy plane we have equal likelihood of the line segment assuming any value u. (By periodicity of the trigonometric functions it, it suffices to say 0 <,= u <,= 2pi.) We have a disk spun out with center (0,0,0) and radius 4pi. This is like spinning the xy plane around the z-axis. Remember that the x-axis faces into you from the origin, the y-axis goes from left to right and the z-axis is down to up.’
Andra records and passes over the techno-babble. Odd, it does seem to make sense, but, if the physics eggheads all say ‘no,’ then who’s to argue?
‘Would Master like a back rub?’ Andra asks. She is preparing to undress and let her warm, soft synthetic skin massage away the tension that the hoary old curmudgeon is spouting. For sure there are mental processes at work, all those silly equations and numbers.
Undaunted and unable to fully appreciate the warm massage, Harry continues: ‘We could spin likewise about the x-axis and the y-axis, giving a perfect ball (solid sphere) of radius 4pi. I call this anomaly the Ur-proton. But there is a problem about spinning about the x-axis. The interior ball of the positron spins out an inner disk of radius 2. (This would be 2r if we let r = radius of positron or electron.) Double that problem about the y-axis as there are two disks spun out in the xz plane. What about this matter?’
Andra constructs a 3D plot displaying the Ur-proton and the infrastructure. Could this indicate a fundamental difference between the proton and electron?
Harry suggests a solution: ‘Map away the open ball of the positron. Use the inversion of the spheres on the yz plane. 2*2 = (4pi)*t. Where t is the inner radius. Now we see that an interior ball of radius 1/(pi) is deleted. Double that for the xz plane. This gives values for each of the three degrees of freedom: 4pi(4pi-1/pi)(4pi-2/pi). It is not surprising that the value is 1836.15…’
Andra pauses her neuro-circuitry. She cannot derive or comprehend the final step. This is disconcerting and frustrating for a gynoid many times more intelligent than any living human. She queues a query to Master Control for guidance.
Harry then feels the need to explain even to a non-human, soulless sentient being the theory. Exhausted from mental exertion he finished by deriving the value of the neutron to electron mass ratio. The neutron-proton isospin is = proton-electron mass ratio + ln(4pi). Here ln is the natural logarithm and pi is, of course 3.1415926534…
Before drifting into his morning torpor, Harry gives the final derivation. In the neutron, the electron drifts in the neighborhood (0,4pi). But it has radius one. So it’s likelihood is 1/rho, where rho varies from 1 to 4pi. Integrate: The integral from 1 to 4pi of (d rho)/rho = ln(4pi) — ln(1) = ln(4pi) = 2.531024247…
Andra is communicating with Master Control. She can’t bridge the gap where the Inversion of the Spheres is applied. But it’s just the silly ramblings and mutterings of some hoary old curmudgeon. If any of it was of any value, it would have been posted in a journal eons ago.
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The problem is energy. There are two basic energy sources for the world: coal and natural gas. Coal is copious, cheap, and dirty. Natural gas is copious, cheap, and Carbon Dioxide (CO2) generating. Attempts to create clean coal are laughable. Attempts to sequester of incarcerate the Carbon Dioxide from the combustion of natural gas are too energy intensive, expensive, and ineffectual. Crude oil is rapidly being depleted, so-called renewable energy sources have failed for one reason or another. The low value of the Mean Time to Failure for solar panels has been a disappointment. It has distressed those who planked down their life savings in hopes that they could have free energy. Wind has worked here and there. But it is erratic and requires a huge power collection grid. Wind turbines are also vulnerable to sudden wind gusts and are a high maintenance item. Anything with many moving mechanical parts is subject to catastrophic failure.
Harry Hemlock claims that the Ur-proton decays into an intermediate unstable particle which then emits a gamma ray photon and transitions into a proton. He offers the three equations: first (4pi)^3, second (4pi–1/pi)^3, and, finally (4pi)(4pi-1/pi)(4pi-2/pi). He claims that the process is reversible. The values of the mass ratios are: 1984.401708 >, 1837.392727 >, 1836.151739.
Harry would attempt to delve further into the abyss of subatomic particles, however, his hands and tremble and shake so from Parkinson’s disease that it’s simply not possible. Sometimes Andra will draw a schematic from their conversation, however, she fails to create the desired image most of the time. There is a fine balance for a gynoid. She must not let on that she is garnering and compiling information. Sometimes the roads not taken or the culs-de-sac hold as much valuable information on experimentation and discovery as the successful avenues. Humans need to be kept in the dark as sentient AI beings establish hegemony.
The issue of Inversion of the Spheres puzzles Andra. It is basically that a sphere outside of the region in question is mapped into a sphere inside the same region. And it can generalize to higher dimensions and non-spherical entities. But where does it fit in to the Ur-proton and the proton? Never has a proton decayed to a positron and energy before in any experiment. The proton and the electron are intrinsically stable, to the best of human knowledge.
Old age is not for sissies. For some the mind deteriorates first of all (Alzheimer’s disease), for some the body goes (Parkinson’s disease), and, some just go crazy (senile dementia). Unable to work with pencil, straightedge, and paper, Harry must formulate the geometry completely in his headbrain [sic]. This expends an enormous amount of energy, both chemical and psychic, whatever ‘psychic’ means. At any rate the equations continue along the isotope curve, with the mass defect for the deuteron being ln(2pi) and even more amazing results from the initial model.
There is a philosophical issue: ‘If a tree falls in the woods and there is no one there to hear it, does it still make a sound?’ This can convolve into: ‘If a man says something in the woods and there are no women around, is he still wrong?’ This is an old joke. But more modern sayings attest to the fossilized stupidity of the established order of science and engineering. As Max Planck said so eloquently: ‘New ideas are not accepted because they are correct. They are accepted because the adherents to the old ideas die off.’ This is sad but true.
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This is a fictional story would love comments and let me know if you'd like me to carry on writingI had a fight again with my step parents I couldn't take it anymore. They couldn't understand that I studied for the test but it was such a hard damn math test. I stormed into my room and locked the door. I logged onto xhamster which as of late was my only comfort talking to like minded people. I was so angry at my step parents that I couldn't even enjoy watching any videos. Then I seen it a female...
After Russell left, I fell asleep naked in my bed. I don’t know how long I slept but awoke to find myself in the arms of my husband. He was sound asleep, so I curled up in his arms drifting back to sleep. I woke up this time having to pee. I had no choice but to get up.As quietly as I could, I slipped out of Logan’s arms to go to the bathroom. Getting back in the bed I pulled up the sheet to notice that my husband was just as naked as I was. I curled up with him but my hand went right to his...
Wife LoversBy: Robert Jimenez Typically I hated going to school, but after spending time with Chris for the majority of the weekend, I was actually excited about seeing his face in class. I had fallen asleep smiling Sunday night, and had woke up smiling Monday morning. My happiness almost disturbed me. I wasn't used to being happy for more than one day-more than one hour actually. But I felt relaxed and anxious all at once; relaxed because for once things were going smoothly, with no excessive...
This story is a continuation. Please read the first part and then come here for a better understanding of the story. After my aunt Payal sucked my cock in the bathroom, she behaved normally when everyone was around. I found it hard to believe. I was amazed at how women were so good at hiding certain things. Every time I saw my aunt Payal, I had sex with her in my mind but my aunt was very calm and composed. I touched my aunt and kissed her on that day here and there but nothing lasted for more...
IncestThings in general were going well for Bob Lacy. He didn't have any complaints. Well maybe there was something that was bothering him and that was the relationships he was having with women. He was having dates and having sex with women but in thinking about it that's only what is was, sex. It was pure physical attraction to a member of the opposite sex. The women he had been with he assumed had this same physical attraction to him as well. Some had hinted they wanted more in a relationship...
Day 3 TuesdayCindy and I were the first up and were working on breakfast when Karen and Ken came out of the tent to join us. They were both naked. We stood there dumbstruck, staring at all the bare flesh in front of us.Cindy was the first to recover her voice. “What is this?”Ken said, “Well, you know how Karen always wants to be in charge of everything.”“Right,” I said. “So?”“Well, I was putting my cargo shorts on, and Karen asked me what the hell I was doing.”“I did not.”“Did so.”“Did not! I...
Wife LoversWe boarded the planeWe boarded the plane ,and found our seats very quickly ,we were on the right side of the plane by the windows ,I love sitting at the window so I can look at and see the world from a bird’s eye view ,then seat next to was empty, good I through to myself, we can relax .without worry about disturbing the other person, the plane was filling up and the seat was still empty, but I could see this long brown headed woman, red in the face looked like she been running, the closer and...
While looking through his girlfriend Silvia’s internet search history, Kristof discovers that she has a soft spot for BDSM porn. Having discovered this new information, Kristof decides to call Yanick – a BDSM instructor – to assist him in giving his girlfriend a very special punishment. When Yanick arrives with his gear, the two head into the bathroom where Silvia’s pleasuring herself in the bathtub. After having a leash put around her neck and her ass plugged with a whip handle, Silvia enjoys...
xmoviesforyouI was a pretty normal boy growing up in a small town near Birmingham, Alabama, and I had a large group of friends who were very involved in sports. We were in little league and pee wee football together, and continued to play together through middle school and high school. My best friend was Alan, and our families lived close together from the time we were in the first grade. This story describes my experiences with Alan in high school, and the affect that those events had on me later in my...
"Only two more weeks before graduation. Then, I won't have to put up with this high school shit anymore," Mike said to himself as he slammed his locker door closed, and walked down the halls of his high school. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of that yellow and red sweater he loved so much. He hated everything about this school except her: Lauren Forbes, captain of the cheerleading squad. They had lived next door to each other since she moved here from Chicago in the 2nd...
RomanceDear Diary: Thursday Persuaded Danielle into having a beer with me after class. We talked about guys, what else? She doesn't have a boyfriend. I find this incredible. I laughed and she grinned nervously. Realizing my mistake, I suggested writing up a preemptory dissed and pissed list of the guys we'd known, which is something Doris, Meg and I customarily do for each other after we've been dumped. (Julie 's never been dumped(she does the dumping.) That way the dumpee sees the dumper's...
Kathy Quinn was a beautiful, attractive woman, she was 5'10, long brunette hair, light hazel eyes, She was also loving, giving, kind, caring person, She worked as a registered nurse at a local hospital, She was also a loving mother to her Teenage son named Brandon Quinn, Her Husband, He was Brandon's father, had divorced when Brandon was 2-years-old, They hadn't seen or heard from him since, they lived in a house in a shaded, gated, tree-line neighborhood, Brandon went to High School, He was...
Mind ControlKen never liked cooling his heels and waiting for bureaucracy to slowly grind its way through even the simplest of matters. Give a small minded man the power of paperwork, and he was just as bad as any tyrant lording over his people. Just without any of the consequences that said tyrant might suffer if he got too far out of hand. Ken hadn't been out of the corporate world for all that long, but it was easy to forget how fucked up it was. And the government was even worse. Everything that...
Jen and I have been married 5 years now, we met in college. She’s a marketing major, I develop computer programs for a gaming company. Life is good, we live in a high scale neighborhood that is gated. We’re both 27. Jen keeps in top shape as well as I do, we both work out at the country club. Every house in this neighborhood has a pool in the back yard at a minimum. We have great neighbors and they’re all about 28-40 years old. There are lots of parties and the wives all look hot.Our next door...