A Few Days in The life of a Robot: Is it possible to grow AI using blockchain technology?

Heck! This robot laughed like a man yesterday. I stopped picking the menu-order, when suddenly this laughter! They themselves do not know what they are doing. They laugh, cry, eat, they even have "trade unions of electronic systems." And then these information jams in the morning ....

I remember talking on the phone. Lovely: "Hello", "How are you there?", "What's new?", "How are you?". It was so touching. Where now are these sets of neat digits on the display, these grinded keys, those whistles and the voice rushing to you for hundreds of miles? You press the tube harder - so that the microphone is closer to the mouth, wrap the tube lump in the palm of your hand and so you catch the sounds, sending their distant lands along the wires to another same warm handful .... Oh, this constant interpersonal access! With the introduction of the mental network of communication, we are "always in touch". We became more accessible, but it did not make us closer.

Yesterday we were outside the city. Gray, steady trees - I ripped off their tops. Did the trees used to be taller than us? I remember something vaguely in my childhood .... My mother raised real flowers in our garden and sent a report like a 4G projection. When her deception was revealed, she was punished with a disconnect from the interpersonal network for a year! Yes, then it was a punishment. Now many wanted to do this, but who would allow it? Probably, because Mom then went to the expedition - they did not want to connect, and on the Earth it was already impossible. She always said: "Technology was invented by us as a means to manage our time". Then time was used to produce things. Various cases. We went to the shops for bread. Bought beds, clothes. Changed time for money. And then the cars replaced everything. Now we stopped moving, and I do not want to connect to this network. I fly away and ask you: "do not forget that you are a man"! And I do not forget. I do not see my mother any more in a dream. Someone told me: "It means they flew for the solar system". Let it be so - I do not care.

Mother Mom, you were not afraid of these night connections, the dedicated lines - you found the meaning in the world outside of yourself, having survived the Information Hunger and the War of the Steppes. And we stayed here - your sons - the functions of wandering information. "Tumblers and controllers" - as you called us affectionately. We no longer say "Hello" and "Bye", we no longer part with each other, but we never get close to you, to the world and to each other. Who we are, every moment of our life is renewed. While we are alive, we can not escape from constant change. Therefore, I feel sorry for losing what is going away - let it dissolve in the vastness of the small universe, let what we were, turn into a whiff of wind, in the rustle of controllers, in the music of advertising clouds. And what we will become in the future, I will exchange with gratitude for a little red flemming.

T. says a lot, I wonder where he gets it from? His connection to the 6th generation, he uses immediately 3rd and 5th portals - this allows you to use different parts of the brain for simultaneous conscious signal processing. Hehe, the world of subconscious impulses, it's no surprise that T began responding to mousegrams in one monosyllabic way: the streams of unfiltered information are like an anthill: everyone is busy with their own business, but this is just an anthill .... But he knows a lot. So much that I forgot, which I do not know. Poor T we lose it.

People should be contacted with M. People of this type with the device of external manipulation are always useful in the analysis of cases concerning external lethargy. Let him show him a trip or vacation with a beauty - this will distract T from self-loading.

Tomorrow I'll sign up for the repair of my hand. She's been messing about for a long time. Yesterday I woke up late and cooked the soup. I thought, I sing and drive around the city, but my fingers are not unclenched! In itself, this is nothing: the soup was cooked, and I ate, but my fingers squeezed the plate so that I could not pull it out or release it. Of course, with a plate in my hand, no matter how I tried, I did not manage to get a car ....

Sometimes, I think I remember my past lives. M. says that it was once called "deja vu". A beautiful word. But I have this due to the peculiarities of the cache memory - after the injury, she began to write down new personalities, not erasing the old ones. I remember myself in the twentieth century: it's snowing, I'm getting ice cream, next to a girl. She turns around and smiles. I smile too, and we look into each other's eyes. Long look. The queue pushes us and carries us in different directions. We did not see each other again. But, it seems to me, from that moment I somehow live in part her life, and she lives some part of mine. I wonder what it feels like when I think of it, but is it the same as what I feel when they consider me?

It's nice to realize that now our exchange of information with L. reaches 8 watts per day. Before that, I had no access to anyone else. And it's not in these new devices, - yes, L. with the latest NSK model and gold wire, but is it the case? With Q. I myself had a gold wire and TU 16 on the medulla oblongata, and what all this led to? The wire was burned, and the TU got used to the brain so that I could not distinguish Q. from myself.

No, in my relationship with L. you have to be more careful. "If you want, you can stay connected to me during sleep" - an alarming symptom! Why should I sleep? And my dreams? A dream-sofa? I purchased it for myself, it is single and not intended for joint connection. But the main thing is why?

"People tend to desire strange things" - these are the words of my mother. And I do not want the strange. I do not understand this strange. Let earlier it was so, that everyone had his own world and we all did not know each other, as now. This has its pros and cons. I'm just a little tired. This constant access - it chills a little, or how can I say it? Well, just no more. I have enough communication and no communication. And the one and the other.

Time is a very strange program: it covers the whole system, predicts delays, backlog, coherent work, joint access and much more. And what if this program is erased? T. says that then we will not. It is doubtful. Yes, of course, without time will not be what was, and what will be. But there remains what is. Eternal now - is this not the last self-sufficient goal? When I tried to give up time, I did not have enough energy. So now I save energy for the crumbs: I limit the exits to the Forum, exclude McDonald's, beer and chips for the night, I do exercises in the morning.

Today we built a house. If we build a good one, then we will live in it. But I doubt that we will be able to build a good house this time. The last time the house came out so transparent, and there it was cold. This is because the Earth in a transparent house is visible through the overlap, and T. says that what we see, we are. And the Earth is generally cold.

The house was built in turn, replacing on the guard of the operators of information attacks, brazenly storming our ports several times a day. They do not just do not ask permission to send you a couple of helpers - they send them in bundles, and sometimes they do not catch the ordered materials.

Why is the house again so transparent? We probably put air, fog and wind in there. And this is absolutely impossible to do in one house. The wind will disperse the fog, and the air will dissolve everything solid! It is necessary to share this observation with others. By the way, in our house there is no equipment. Technology is only a channel for information, but in itself it is useless. And we have enough information. Even with an excess. Especially in T. with his constant, soundless chewing on the lips of entire libraries. T. says that if he ceases to drum, he will forget himself. That is, he speaks to himself about himself and thus builds his own world. Also an option. Some people have nothing to say about themselves. I wonder what they are then building their world from?

As you see, technologies change not only the world. First of all, they change us. Of course today with the portals until napryazhenka, but everything else is already on the way. Or already sold in stores. For example, now you can buy yourself a printer, and print yourself slippers.

And if they used to think that people would be easier to learn to use robots than teach robots to human language, then today everything is quite different. After all, we all hunted for transgenic tomatoes, wi-fi completely pervades us, and half of the brain is stored in Wikipedia. We will never be the same again. So let's face it.