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The weighting game
Can moths and butterflies remember what they learned as caterpillars?
There is a movement afoot on the net to pretend that the coronavirus isn't real, people running out to take pictures of hospitals that aren't besieged yet and posting that as proof that Italy and Spain are just trying fool everyone and take control of all the cheese. My expectations in regards to the actions of others will likely not change a lot in the wake of this crisis, there will continue to be those who buy nodes, the Associates will always have business, there will always be readers who remember, I do hope you are well. The "at some point" is still some distance in the future and I look forward to that day with some anticipation. In between then and now there will be a lot more learned about how the hard black grit of suffering used by this new enemy affects the global health machinery and the body politic and where the body will end up on the battlefield and with what wounds. Where you actually are on this planet will affect your view of this battlefield a lot but we are all going to be changed as the fight erupts in our own bailiwick. This battle is far from over and the aftermath has not arrived for most. How do we remember this forever? Waiting is.
Are we going through a metamorphosis, is it a new game, have we entered a new level? Could we actually come out this crisis changed into something new? Is it really possible to create Jane and Dick, Costello and Abbot? We might need some new gear to take care of this type of cross over virus pandemic problem. An AI sounded the first alarm on the pandemic so perhaps creating a new organization directed by an AI would be a good idea, maybe we could call it Skynet or something catchy like that. The computer would have to be a real Colossus to take over the duties of monitoring the globe for threats. It is possible that we really don't know how memories are really stored or that a global mind doesn't really exist? We will have to wait and see. William Gibson coined the word cyberspace in 1982 in the novel Burning Chrome. From the word cyberspace we derived the word cybersphere but those have always been just words, there really never has been a sphere. Now the shaping of the cybersphere begins, it is in some ways a lot like glass blowing isn't it? The furnace turns on and the process begins. No one is yet discussing the massive transfer of wealth and influence that will follow this human tragedy and how those who suffered the greatest losses will act afterwards. I think that this change could be greater than people imagine, the loss here is costly. We are like the Romans encountering cavalry for the first time, we need to adapt our attitudes or we are all kodak. Waiting is.