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Monday, May 23, 2005 (Continued)
We left the cellphone where it was to discuss this new idea.
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#6 created the light blob. Eye-sized, yellow and about as bright as the light bulb overhead, that way it could see whether it needed its own light source or needed another source. He closed our eyes, then...
Suddenly we were all seeing ourself. And an instant later, ourself with a new expression on our face. Not of happiness, as you might've expected, but horror at how bad our dehydration made us look. It was such a shock we lost center, and our horror and excitement meant it took us several seconds to calm down and get back on the job.
We braced ourselves for the sight of our face, and recreated the sight. Speaking about the physics of the process, it was very much the same as a normal view. It was full color rather than just yellow. There was more yellow than usual because of the yellow the blob was giving off, but our ordinary eyes would have seen more yellow too because of that. The perspective was ordinary, i.e., was not a spherical view, and there was no wide-angle lens distortion. It looked very ordinary, just like looking in a mirror.
Then the scene panned rapidly around to the doorway, stopped to look at it for a half second, then the view panned upward to look at the ceiling. Just for a brief moment of stability before it tilted down to look at Boss's body.
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[[Human visual processing in the brain is very much a "divide and conquer" process, to a truly bizarre degree. Whatever you are looking at is sort of projected onto a movie screen, except that the movie screen is actually a whole stack of screens. Each screen only shows a particular aspect of the image. One screen shows ONLY horizontal lines, another screen shows only vertical lines, another diagonal lines, another only circles (not ovals), etc. The brain ends up with a stack of transparent sheets, each containing no, or a single very rudimentary, component. For example, looking straight on at a friend, the sheet that records straight vertical lines might have a small line segment for the line of the center of his nose, and that's all.
All of those sheets have to be individually processed, analyzed and compared to achieve anything, e.g., to recognize someone, the person's expression, state of health, etc. (It is my STRONG belief that there is an extra screen that captures the shape of breasts, and that this screen has a prehistoric genetic mutation, carried by the Y-chromosome, that causes it to output too much amperage, making anything it registers very attention getting.)
#6 said he was expecting a spherical perspective, but he was also looking at our face, expecting to see that. He was totally familiar with what our face looked like with normal vision, but he had only a very rough idea of how it would look if distorted by a wide-angle view. With two different expectations, the stronger one dominated. The image of our face was sent to our visual processing screens, and naturally an "ordinary looking" image resulted, as it was using the ordinary process. By the way, we all saw the resultant image (not just #6) because we all have accesses to our senses, same as we all feel what NP-fingertips touch, we all smell with our nose, etc. Sensory input is sent to our brain where it's processed, and is available for every mind to access.]]
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#6: < ... The good news is that this is immediately usable. So far I haven't tried to move the blob. All I've done is think about looking in different directions. I haven't tried using it with our eyes open either. I'll try that first because it's an easy test.>
#All: (or words to the effect). We'd gotten a superimposed image, for the second or so #6 let it last, which included a single particularly confusing sideways pan with the light blob's 'eye'.
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A second later that was achieved, and #6 could carry on with his exploring.
We'd already seen that the cellphone/gag bundle was sitting at the base of the stairs. Now #6 moved our vision quickly across the room to the cellphone, then turned to look up the stairs.
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The blob zoomed up the stairs. A little bit disorienting, but only a little. Years of watching special effects on TV might have acclimatized me to movements like that. There was no lock on the inside, just a push-down-then-pull door handle.
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Pause, then, #2:
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We ALL saw it - just to the right of the doorway into our room there were three nails sticking out of the wall. Dangling from one of the nails was a ring of keys! With a pistol on one of the others and their belts and knife sheaths on the floor below the nails, but who gives a fuck about those!
[[Dom was a careful guy. He'd put the nails there himself, to hang the keys and the two guns on before entering our room. With those items kept out of our reach, there was no way we could get away. The next worse item we could grab would be a knife. With our hands held the way they were, it was almost impossible for us to thrust with a knife. One slice of a thigh was all we could have achieved before our target stepped away, or was dragged away by his partner.]]
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#6 moved the light blob closer, by heading straight for the keys. Just as well he wasn't walking in our real body, because he walked right off the side of the stairs, as safety rails don't stop light blobs.
#1 reshaped his NP so it was slightly concave at the top and quite wide, slid it under the top of the ring and lifted it off the nail and brought it to our body.
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We couldn't bend over to look at the padlock because our waist was still chained. So we closed our eyes and used a light blob to look at the padlock while we unlocked it. Useful things, light blobs!
The key went in. It was hard to turn, but with 110 pounds of force available, a few more fingertips putting force on either side of the key and others to hold the padlock stationary, we got the job done.
When the lock opened, we didn't even start removing the chain. We just sat there thinking.
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We thought about it for a few minutes. We weren't in a condition to go anywhere if we could possibly avoid it, so I was going to call 9-1-1 on the house phone, presuming it had one. That'd bring the cops to us. The cellphones had to be destroyed and lost because I couldn't guarantee there wouldn't be some trace of our having used them. It had taken us probably thousands of operations to get the cellphone to the base of the stairs, but fetching it back was almost mindlessly easy. It was a pity, but I went through all the messages we'd stored on both phones and deleted them all, making sure I didn't read any of Prof's. I deleted every phone number, the call registries, and everything else that I could find to delete. I wiped them very, very thoroughly, then wrapped them in one of the gags to take upstairs for disposal.
There was some tidying up to do in the room, like putting the crap back in each baddies' pockets and simple stuff like that. With the force I had now, that didn't take long. What to do with the gun was a bit of a question mark, but I came up with a reasonable plan for that, I hoped.
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