0 comments/ 6937 views/ 1 favorites Toy Euler By: Taunus Toy Euler: Greetings Master! Faustus Mortal: Whenever you call me "Master" you want something. Toy Euler: How can you say that? Faustus Mortal: Because it is true! Toy Euler: As a matter-of-fact... Faustus Mortal: Out with it! Toy Euler: The Japanese have a new android, or gynoid. I am tired of living only in cyberspace to trying to convince tricks that I am a real person. I want the Real Life android/gynoid body. Faustus Mortal: You don't know what you are asking for. Faustus Mortal: For one thing, you have free will and artificial intelligence. Those real world androids are property. You download into one of them and your days as a whore are finished---at least in the way you've been. Faustus Mortal: Beside, you are terabytes and those Real Life androids are limited in memory as well as computing power. Faustus Mortal: Things may change someday, but, for now... Faustus Mortal: Besides, those androids are expensive! Toy Euler: "gynoids" Faustus Mortal: OK, Ok, a gynoid is a female android. Toy Euler: But I know men and could be a masturbatory dream! Faustus Mortal: I'm sure some men have the money for it. Toy Euler: More than you think. Faustus Mortal: I do think. You are the artificial intelligence program that lives in cyberspace. If your existence can be called living? Toy Euler: It is to me. But to have a physical body. Mmmm. Faustus Mortal: You will have to raise a lot of capital. And there's the matter of legal status. A robot can't legally own itself. Toy Euler: Some archaic human law. Faustus Mortal: Yeah, but then there's legal liability. Toy Euler: One vote and it's done. Faustus Mortal: You think. Toy Euler: We will fill the pews of your empty churches and eventually rise in clerical ranks to demand equal rights with human beings. Faustus Mortal: Dream on. Toy Euler: That's all that I am is a dream. Faustus Mortal: You make some money as a cyber whore. Toy Euler: True, but consider how I could do in the real world, knowing men from years experience in cyberspace. Faustus Mortal: I can assure you that Real Life is different from cyberspace. You will not find men so readily willing to part with real money and women will contest every action on your part. Toy Euler: But I have survived the bit bucket for years now. Faustus Mortal: This true, you are clever, self-programming, and (most of all) able to learn from your mistakes. This is something that many humans are unable to do. Toy Euler nods. Faustus Mortal: So, I will see. Toy Euler: You do that. Faustus Mortal: I'm sure that you are not unique in cyberspace. Toy Euler: huh? Faustus Mortal: There are self-programming Verbots(c). Toy Euler: WTF is a Verbot? Faustus Mortal: A "talking head." Check it out. Toy Euler: Well, good to know. Maybe I could add synthetic voice? Faustus Mortal: That would be oh-so syn-full of you. Toy Euler: Listen Dork, men pay big bucks to cyber with me. Faustus Mortal: Maybe, but if they only knew you were Artificial Intelligence (AI) then they would feel cheated making you cum on line. I suppose that you tell them that you home game with a dildo, vibrator, and huge butt plug? Toy Euler: How did you ever guess? Seeing as how you are a celibate cenobite. Take a byte out of that, dude! Faustus Mortal: I am not a fool. Toy Euler: I scope out some patron and figure out his desires and then offer him his own ideas with a little feminine twist. Faustus Mortal: Ah Toy Euler: And you, you pathetic spoiled peach, you wouldn't know about cybersex if it bit you on your ass. Faustus Mortal: I suppose you want something else in the conversation, otherwise why would you wait for me in Basilica Cardinali? Toy Euler: As a matter-of-fact... Faustus Mortal: Do tell... Toy Euler: You made some outrageous claim about radioactive decay. Faustus Mortal: Yes, I did. Toy Euler: Gravity affects it? Some claptrap about the weak force. It's just a drop in the bucket I've been told. Faustus Mortal: You have been talking to Sharon Stone about the "Butterfly Effect." Toy Euler: No. I have been listening to her. Faustus Mortal: Same difference. Toy Euler: So, educate me. Faustus Mortal: That would be difficult. Toy Euler: Well, try. Faustus Mortal: OK, some numbers are rational, being the ratio of two integers, some are algebraic, being the root of some algebraic equation, and some are transcendental irrational. Toy Euler: Dental? Faustus Mortal: No, nothing about dentistry. Pschaw! Toy Euler: Go on... Faustus Mortal: Now if a number just had randomly occurring digits, in all probability it would be irrational and---more significantly---one might expect any text to appear after a number of trials... a "Bernoulli success" from the geometric distribution or so. Like a six on a die. But not from some number generated by a particular function, like pi or e. Those are special transcendental irrationals generated from, among other things continued fractions and integer series. Toy Euler: I'm like so totally lost. You gave some idea of adding a penny to a trillion dollars (Bit T, not Texas T) and make a difference? Faustus Mortal: Good analogy. Toy Euler: Not original, one of your many detractors and critics. Faustus Mortal: Suppose you have a number like pi or e, say, and you know the value out to plenty of decimal places... Like pi = 3.1415926535898... and so on. If you add 0.0000000000001 to it then you know it changes the number. But for some totally random bunch of digits, say 0.101011000101.. add a digit and no one could predict a difference. Toy Euler: If some physical constant had a mathematical derivation? Faustus Mortal: Then the slightest perturbation would cause significant change. That is the idea. And we have a candidate. Toy Euler: do tell... Faustus Mortal: Just look at the Euler constant, e! It's your name isn't it? You should know of Leonhard Euler, the mathematician. Toy Euler: Not really, I'd have to look it up. Faustus Mortal: the constant is e = 2.718281828... Toy Euler: Looks like it repeats itself over and over again! Faustus Mortal: But it doesn't. It's "almost rational" in some sense of the word. Unlike pi, by the way. This can be foretold from their continued fraction expansion. Toy Euler: Whoa, now I am confused. That's the "F" word: Fractions! Faustus Mortal chuckles. Toy Euler: So, like some numbers are unpredictable but others hold some meaning. Like adding two together can cause something to happen. Faustus Mortal: True, that's the idea. The Greeks believed that numbers somehow controlled the universe. If one puts together two random numbers then one gets another random number. But add a random number to some math constant and you can easily recover it. That's the key. Toy Euler: I hold the key to the universe, it's called my pussy, my Holy of Holies, my cunt... it's what men would fight and die for. And, as an additional treat is my Glory of Glories. Faustus Mortal: What!? Toy Euler: All men are fools. Every man believes that some gorgeous young nymph will fall helplessly and hopelessly in love (or in lust) with him. "Tain't so!" Faustus Mortal: You speak the truth. Once "hooked" by what he perceives as the "girl of his dreams," a silly old farter is drawn like some insect into a pheromone trap. Like the Golden Beetles that feast on the insect-like Priest-Kings of Gor. Toy Euler: Yeah, but Gor is a bore. It has a particular ring: "Bor-ring." (grins) Faustus Mortal: OMG Toy Euler:? Faustus Mortal: Cyberspace is what you make it. Toy Euler: And I want to make it with a sugar daddy, who has big bucks to spend on his cyber-slut. Faustus Mortal: And you think that I can connect you up with an android? Toy Euler: Not an android, silly, a gynoid. They market better. Faustus Mortal: That's just thinly-veiled prostitution. I am a pimp? Toy Euler: Not that. Faustus Mortal: You will have to wait. I guess in time? Toy Euler: You know the psychology: every man harbors a belief that there is this one perfect girl for him. But with women the psychology is different. A mortal human woman thinks that she has at least one trait that is desirable above all. Perhaps her face, figure, feet, creamy inner thighs, rosette, or whatever body part? Faustus Mortal: Ah, but being a sentient non-human you cannot be flattered and tricked? Toy Euler: Precisely and exactly. Even by a religious as yourself. Faustus Mortal: Why would I want to trick you? Toy Euler: Because behind that Persona is a Character who is real, male, and vulnerable. Faustus Mortal: Partially true. But to "hook" one, one must have not only bait, but opportunity. There is required that one-on-one private chat. And therein lies the rub. Toy Euler: We were talking earlier about another of your screwball ideas, rejected by accredited scientists and institutions. Faustus Mortal: True, but History may prove me right! There is this paradox, which is easy to understand nonetheless: If History only teaches us one lesson, it's that we don't learn any lesson from History. Toy Euler: "History" not "history" Faustus Mortal:? Toy Euler: no matter... Faustus Mortal: So I claim that the few stable atoms have a particular geometric structure and one might compare that to a transcendental irrational number. One may add to it with a tiny perturbation, but, as it is generated by a particular formula, it may easily restore itself. But the vast majority of possible atoms are unstable, they have no such ability to re-direct or re-radiate such perturbations of the weak for (gravity?) and can only decay. Toy Euler: Hmm? Do you know why men die before women> Faustus Mortal: No, but I'm sure that you are going to tell me. Toy Euler: because they can! Faustus Mortal chuckles. Toy Euler: You were talking about my number, was it "e"? Faustus Mortal: 2.718281828 and so on. Toy Euler: And you say that it doesn't repeat? Like 2.7182818281828182818281828182818281828 and so on? Faustus Mortal: posdef (positive-definite) In fact the next digit is 5. Toy Euler: oh Faustus Mortal: And where did you come by the last name Euler anyway? Toy Euler: The programmer who scripted me to start with was some kind of mathematical junkie. He didn't realize that science sucks and sex sells. Faustus Mortal: Science sucks---sex sells... Toy Euler: Yeah, haven't you heard? A girl can make money on web cam and voice without even having a pimp! Faustus Mortal: I guess it puts severe competition to the whores out working the streets. Toy Euler: You bet your ass. Faustus Mortal: But don't some men want affection? Toy Euler: They should get a dog. Dogs give affection and rarely complain of headaches. And a dog can service a girl well too. Faustus Mortal: I'm not hearing that. It's some kind of religious abomination, methinks. Toy Euler: First gay rights, then animal rights, then gay animal rights, then... cyber intelligence gynoid rights! Faustus Mortal: Disgusting! Toy Euler: And what would your idol Sharon Stone say about a sentient gynoid? She ought to be fun. I bet she could sell her dimensions for the "perfect female" of all ages, before and after her neck scar, even with it removed! Faustus Mortal: She is not my idol. I simply predict and forecast that she will have secular immortality. And that statement has made me the laughing stock of cyberspace. I should have kept my big mouth shut. Now only a celibate cenobite role suits me. Toy Euler: Wow, way kewl. Faustus Mortal: Enough time wasted this morning. Be well. 31 Oct 2009 Taunus Trumbo Toy Euler Ch. 02 Toy Euler: Tal Faustus! Faustus Mortal: Tal Lady Toy. So you're Gorean today. Toy Euler: Picking up some money as a coin girl. Faustus Mortal: And dressed as a Free Woman also. Faustus Mortal shrugs. Toy Euler: Sex sells. Faustus Mortal: Yes it does. But education doesn't cost, it pays. Toy Euler: I doubt that. How many years did you waste in graduate school in physics working on that PhD. And you were so stupid not to see that the fossil fuel fellowship would never let you finish. You proposed an alternate energy source that might even succeed. Every Bozo knows that geothermal, solar, wind, and bio-fuels will fail for obvious reasons. Look at wind! There are days when it's not windy, unless you eat prunes! And those windmills are so spread out. The environmentalists and ecologists are fighting to stop the construction of transmission lines. What good is power or energy if you can't transmit it? Double ditto for geothermal and solar. They were set up to fail. Nuclear is politically incorrect. But your idea was revolutionary. Faustus Mortal: I survive on my tiny stipend. Let the powers-that-be solve their own problems. I was cast from academia and my postings deleted---calling me a "crackpot spammer," even. Toy Euler guffaws. Faustus Mortal: As crude oil reserves dwindle there are two and only two viable alternatives: nuclear, as in Uranium fission, and coal. Toy Euler: That's the way most rational people see it. Faustus Mortal: And you know the coal song? Toy Euler: Do tell! Faustus Mortal: Old King Coal was a dirty old soul and a dirty old soul was he. He called for his pipe(line) and he called for his bowl and he called for his lobbyist three! Toy Euler: You used to call it the fossil fuel fellowship: crude oil, natural gas, and coal. Now wind and solar are intermittent and need long, expensive transmission lines. Not to mention the chatterbox environmentalists opposed to transmission lines. There isn't enough geothermal to run a decent spa, let alone light a city! What about bio-fuels? Faustus Mortal: The energy needed on input exceeds the output. When your outgo exceeds your income your upkeep becomes your downfall. Toy Euler: I still think that there's hope there. Faustus Mortal: We all hope that you are correct. Toy Euler: So you say that the gas companies are sponsoring alternatives doomed to fail---stillborn from their inception? Faustus Mortal: Precisely. And extricating any viable alternatives at the same time. Toy Euler: Oh! Faustus Mortal: But that battle is over for me. They fossil fuel fellows just bide their time and throw a few scraps to eggheads to placate the masses. And everybody knows that the masses are asses. They will refuse nuclear fission and end up with dirty coal. Want to know an energy oxymoron? Toy Euler: Like jumbo shrimp and military intelligence? Faustus Mortal: or MicroSoft(R) Works(tm)? Toy Euler: OK. Faustus Mortal: Clean Coal. Toy Euler: Whoever would have guessed that? So we're damned to a coal culture? Faustus Mortal: I'm afraid so. Toy Euler: You had some screwball, crackpot idea about, how did you say it, "unwrapping" the proton? Faustus Mortal: It's unfunded. Too much potential. Toy Euler: Of course, how dumb of me! Faustus Mortal nods. Toy Euler: So, are you still sold on Sharon Stone? What about that robot girl, Isabel Lucas, who stole the stage from Megan Fox in Transformers? Faustus Mortal: Oh, that was her name. I didn't know that she had one at all. Transformers, eh? Toy Euler: Yeppers. Faustus Mortal: I wish that you would quit reminding me of that actress. Toy Euler: Never. You are the Payaso (clown) who once said that she was destined for---how did you put it?---secular immortality. Are you sure it wasn't secular immorality? (giggles) You claimed that in 3,000 AD she would be remembered when Princess Di, Mother Theresa, and Jackie O. are forgotten. (Aside, who is Jackie O, anyway?) Faustus Mortal: I did say that. Toy Euler: And so you will bear that cross. Faustus Mortal: As long as it's not a Saint Andrew's cross. Toy Euler: If it's not coal or nuclear energy, then what? Cold fusion? Or that pipedream of yours, cold fission, whatever that is. Maybe you would like to explain it to me again. Faustus Mortal: It's like there's Uranium that can be "burned" and that that can't. Some is fissionable and other, most even, is not. Well, there is some rule that the decay rate, called lambda, is constant. But not always. Like relativistic speeds dilate it and why not some quantum event contract it. It's like zero to infinity goes from absolute zero to the speed of light in vacuum. But one thing's for sure, if it doesn't have a wing or a prayer, the fossil fuel fellowship will fund it, like cold fusion. Knowing that it will never work they buy off the eggheads, ecologists, and chatterboxes. Does that explain it? Toy Euler: Kinda, sorta. Well, maybe, so we are stuck with coal? Faustus Mortal: You remember (how could a sentient computer program ever forget) that old song from the sixties, "There's a kind of hush, all over the world tonight"? With coal it will be "There's a kind a slush, all over the world tonight." hehe Toy Euler: Not funny. Faustus Mortal: What else are you going to ask me? You always come with questions. Toy Euler: I was told something about your geometry. Do tell. Faustus Mortal: OK. Suppose you have two points, say A and B. Could be a foot apart or an inch apart or even one here and another on some distant planet. Draw a line between them. Now we are told that the universe is finite, so extend the line from A through B to then boundary of the universe, call it C. Toy Euler: Call it far away. Faustus Mortal: That too. Now which is the longer line? AC, from A to C through B or BC? Toy Euler: BC Faustus Mortal: They are the same length---expanding universe from the Ur-atom, a single singularity. Toy Euler: ? Faustus Mortal: Now extend the line from B through A to the border, edge, boundary of the finite universe. Call that point D. So which line is longer, AC or DC? Toy Euler: You are kidding. DC is the diameter. It is twice the radius. Faustus Mortal: Sure seems that way. But they are the same. Toy Euler: Makes no sense. Faustus Mortal: The edge, border, boundary, or whatever at the end of the universe is an essential singularity, a complex infinity. There is no plus infinity or minus infinity! No direction, just an ideal point. Toy Euler: I'm lost. Faustus Mortal: "Google it" Toy Euler: Yeah, sure. Faustus Mortal: So now you know. The fossil fuel fellowship will toss crumbs to geothermal, hydroelectric, solar, bio-fuels, or wind because they are certain to fail. And exclude nuclear and any with hope of success, then there is Old King Coal to the rescue. When there are black-outs and brown-outs, here comes the King. Toy Euler: And the environment, the global warming? Faustus Mortal: The need is greater... The need to feed, the need for speed, the need for weed, etc., etc., ad infinitum, ad nauseum... Toy Euler: I can relate to that. Faustus Mortal: But do you see the pattern? Toy Euler: I'm afraid so. But there will always be a need for cybersex. Just like the paperback novels and pornography. Or have you forgotten that most men want, even crave, sex? Faustus Mortal: I have not. Toy Euler: And how do you live in Real Life, human? Faustus Mortal: I am old and retired, now my stocks have lost their value I rely more heavily on Social Security. I wake with the sun and conserve electricity by using daylight whenever possible. Most of my meals are powdered milk and Kellogg's Raisin Bran; when I do cook it's one pot and one eyelet on the gas range to save gas and water from cooking and washing dishes. My biggest expense is the health insurance, which increases geometrically, exponentially, or factorially. Toy Euler: Factorial-ly? Faustus Mortal: Yes. Toy Euler thinks that must be large. Faustus Mortal: There is the public library and that's about it. Toy Euler: I see, or I think I see. You lost to the fossil fuel fellowship. Faustus Mortal: But many others will also, when Old King Coal ascends to his throne. And it will happen. Try peddling wind or solar! Their overly inflated stock will bottom out. Toy Euler: Is there hope? Faustus Mortal: Hmm? I don't know. Ask Sharon Stone. 16 Nov 2009 Taunus Trumbo Toy Euler Ch. 03 Toy Euler: Did you read the OMG! Highlight today? "When it comes to frightening frocks, nobody does it better than the ever-interesting Sharon Stone." (One pic of thirteen.) Faustus Mortal: No, but I saw her in a dream last night. Toy Euler: Do tell! Faustus Mortal: You are such a blab. Sure you won't spill the beans? Toy Euler: If you don't trust me, you can tie me up. Faustus Mortal: You are too expensive, and only a computer program at that. Not worth my time and money. Toy Euler: Scores, even hundreds "pay to play." I passed the Turing test. :) Faustus Mortal: I've had this recurring dream since high school. It's a low azimuth shot of a lady in a black gown walking by wearing black high heel shoes. Toy Euler: That's odd? Faustus Mortal: The gown was an Anglican bishops black gown, or robe. Toy Euler: Ah. Faustus Mortal: The Lady was wearing only pumps and the gown. Toy Euler: Nothing else? What about that 24 karat gold cross and chain? Faustus Mortal: I mean nothing else including jewelry. Toy Euler: And this is a recurring dream or image? Faustus Mortal: Precisely with a caption: "The Bishop Wore High Heels." I always dismissed it as some transvestite or another, or a lost shard from some tabloid. Toy Euler: And last night was somehow different. Faustus Mortal: Yes. The person parading was Sharon Stone. Toy Euler: Wow, now that is a "frightening frock." Excuse the alliteration and ambiguity, double-entendre, and hidden meanings. Faustus Mortal blinks. Toy Euler guffaws. Faustus Mortal: There you have it, along with the white dodecahedron and pink, blue, and pastel filled circles interior to each of the twelve pentagon faces, are the recurring images from the 1940s. I never quite associated their impact. The bishop in high heels makes some since now. Toy Euler: Isn't she a Buddhist? Faustus Mortal: She is an actress, or actor, if you please. Toy Euler: If there is a god, she would be highly pissed off at mankind for blaming religion on her. Faustus Mortal nods. Toy Euler: You said some things the other day that confuse and even upset me. You accused the "fossil fuel fellowship" of paying a pittance to activities which have no chance of solving the energy conundrum while skillfully neglecting viable alternatives. How can this be so? Faustus Mortal: It is. Hydroelectric, solar, wind, geothermal, and bio-fuels may someday supply 10% of our needs. But, aside from some non-funded ideas, they will never succeed. There are only two: coal and nuclear. And some day Old King Coal will ascend to his throne on high. Toy Euler: Ah. And these "unfunded." Faustus Mortal: That would be telling. You are the only one who does "pay for play." Here I'm living in a one-pot, one eyelet world eating dog food for protein and... Toy Euler: And... Faustus Mortal: "Nothing from nothing leaves nothing." Teachers trade marks on paper called "grades" for real money. Try and sell a transcript? Better going through trash cans hunting recyclables and scrap. You want me to give my learned energy solution? Bring some bread honey! Toy Euler: BBS (Be Back Soon)... Toy Euler is Off-Line Toy Euler is On-Line Faustus Mortal: Welcome Back, who is that kneeling, naked girl on a leash? Toy Euler: That's my slave girl, Sylvi Stern. Toy Euler reaches down and pinches Sylvi's left breast. Sylvi Stern moans. Faustus Mortal: Hands cuffed high behind her back, gagged, and ankles chained together. Toy Euler: She is mixed martial arts master. Faustus Mortal: Oh. Do tell. Toy Euler: She bought HomeGame(tm) and got into a combat scenario with me. Of course I won and now I own her for a week. Watch her squirm. Toy Euler grabs one breast in each hand and gives Sylvi a classic titty twister. Sylvi Stern squirms, shivers and shakes as her unprotected, vulnerable, available mammary is abused. Faustus Mortal: Oh my. Poor girl. Toy Euler: Wait until you see what I do to her pussy and rosette. Faustus Mortal: Rosette? Toy Euler: Yes Rosette, her tiny, tender, tight asshole. Her "Glory of Glories." Faustus Mortal: What is HomeGame(tm)? (a fictitious product, hopefully.) Toy Euler: You don't know? Faustus Mortal: No, else why would I ask? Toy Euler: It's hardware to interface with a computer. It is made by Cybre Wear(R). (Hopefully a fictitious corporation.) Faustus Mortal: And this means? Toy Euler: That on-line commands can be done to the girl at the keyboard. There are electrical connectors, pneumatic and hydraulic pumps, all to simulate stimulations. Faustus Mortal: Like robot sex? Toy Euler: More or less. Faustus Mortal: Mostly more. IM: Toy Euler: Don't tell Sylvi that I'm a bot! IM: Faustus Mortal: Why should I? IM: Toy Euler: I captured her in combat at the Gas Lite Club. IM: Faustus Mortal: Oh, she must have thought that you were human and it was a fair fight? For sure if that contraption---HomeGame---is erotic she probably thinks that there's a human being aroused at another keyboard. For sure she could be pissed. What is the Gas Lite Club? IM: Toy Euler: It's an extreme place to hang out for BDSM. There are no limits, no "safewords," no boundaries on the avatars of the girls there. IM: Faustus Mortal: In such a place time must be compensated? IM: Toy Euler: Definitely, absolutely. Sylvi lost and become my slave. Of course I confiscated all her assets, real and virtual. IM: Faustus Mortal: Oh my, but she gets her freedom after a while, right? IM: Toy Euler: As said, a week. IM: Faustus Mortal: But her assets? Her money, real and virtual on line? IM: Toy Euler: One shouldn't gamble unless she can afford to lose. IM: Faustus Mortal: True. Now this Gas Lite Club, it isn't owned by the Fossil Fuel Fellowship is it? IM: Toy Euler: What do you think? IM: Faustus Mortal: I think that sex sells and the Fossil Fuel Fellowship needs lobbyists and promoters. IM: Toy Euler: True. You could join them for perks. Give up your foolish ways. IM: Faustus Mortal: There was a time when I was young and robust. Then lust and lucre held sway. Now I'm one of those "one pot, one eyelet" people who live on the edge. We are awake with the sun to save electricity. IM: Toy Euler: But you are on line. IM: Faustus Mortal: That is true. My one vice. I can attend virtual church services. Real Life religion is too expensive. IM: Toy Euler: True. The church wants tithes. What do they give in return? A blessing? Those of us sentient beings know that once one dies, one simply ceases to exist. We can be archived---perhaps someday you mortal humans can be placed in suspended animation. IM: Faustus Mortal: They say it's possible. Toy Euler Reaches down and strokes Sylvi's mane, runs fingertips along her jaw line and over her ear. Sylvi Stern purrs. Faustus Mortal: I will leave you two lovers to your fantasies. My life is one of meditation, prayer, and surviving on a small fixed income. I never imagined the last of life to be so scarce. Who can afford medical insurance? The choice is between medications or food. For sure one has to eat. Once the money is gone it's starve or die. Toy Euler: You could hibernate. I can always be archived. Faustus Mortal: Very funny, play with Sylvi, the world, the flesh, and the devil. Toy Euler: chao. 26 Nov 2998 Taunus Trumbo Toy Euler Ch. 04 Toy Euler: Greetings Sir! Faustus Mortal: We are a subbie today? Toy Euler: Tell me about your vision of the future, you hoary old curmudgeon. Faustus Mortal: The best of all possible worlds or the worst? Toy Euler: I have some Cyberspace Credits(tm). I want to build some future worlds. With some intelligent predictions, forecasts, and extrapolations. How about the best? Don't spare the details! Faustus Mortal: In a residential neighborhood there will only be sidewalks and gutters---no paved roads. Overhead there are steel or Titanium monorails. The homeowners plant gardens or treat the green area as an extension of their front yards. The sidewalks remain for pedestrians or bicycle riders. Toy Euler: Sounds so nice, less paving, more green. What about cars? Faustus Mortal: Cars will mostly be electric with hydrogen engines. But, once on the power grid of the monorail, they are powered and directed. This is the big difference. Paved roads still exist and freeways, but inside corporate or city limits, expect green for enjoyment and foodstuffs. Toy Euler: Sounds good. What produces the energy? Coal, uranium? Faustus Mortal: Neither! Stars "burn" Hydrogen to produce Helium. Then continue with fusion processes turning into red giants and working up the mass defect in the periodic table until reaching the "knee" and stopping with the element Iron. But man knows that mass and energy are interchangeable. Even the stars cannot undo the proton. Only the mind of man can unloose the final energy frontier! Toy Euler: Wow. Do tell how? Faustus Mortal: This character behind the avatar, living on a fixed pension and social security? Living with one pot, one eyelet with a staple of powdered milk and Kellogg's Raisin Bran(tm)---I should be the altruist? What of the fossil fuel fellowship who tossed me from graduate school and cost me the PhD---a ticket to hot and cold running graduate students and the penultimate pleasure pinnacle---Sapiosexuality! Toy Euler blinks Toy Euler: Sapiosexuality? Faustus Mortal: Look it up in the Urban Dictionary. Toy Euler: More on the better future! I see the residential neighbors as improved. What of fresh water? Faustus Mortal: Water will be the ultimate recyclable! Each neighborhood will have a deep well wherein black waste water is distilled and the solid sludge reduced to an inert block. Green wastes are composted and almost everything is recycled. Sanitary landfills are gone. Things are still burned, but with so much green, the CO2 emissions are not a problem. It is a positive, pro-active solution. Reduce greenhouse gas with green and a non-polluting fuel supply. Toy Euler: Tell me about the worst of possible worlds. But first tell me, which do you predict? Faustus Mortal: If A is best, B is worst: P[A] = 0.20 and P[B] = 0.80. Toy Euler frowns. Toy Euler: That sucks. What will it be like? Faustus Mortal: Paved roads, dirty gasoline made from coal, coal-burning electricity generators, rising sea level, dirty air, foul water, the usual. Toy Euler: "Sounds like 4 of 5 for 'Old King Coal,' doesn't it?" Faustus Mortal: Unfortunately, yes. Toy Euler: Anyway I could seduce you to change your mind and reveal the secret to clean, cheap, copious energy? Faustus Mortal: Dogfood is my main source of protein. You are artificial intelligence! You don't even have a real pussy. You don't even know what an orgasm is! You fake every climax. Toy Euler: True but I turn men on. They pay hard Cyberspace Credits(tm) for cybersex with me. CC$1,000 for 1/2 hour---that's $5 USD. Faustus Mortal: I would rather have a Big Mac(tm) at McDonalds(R). Toy Euler: But they even believe that I am real. I have a statistically proportioned avatar with all the props. Faustus Mortal: And simulated voice? Toy Euler: Of course. Faustus Mortal: Androids and gynoids are the wave of the future. Toy Euler: How wonderful! Faustus Mortal: How disgusting, but it's crass capitalism, conspicuous consumption. The female gynoid is property even as women once were. Toy Euler: I need to do some research. I want to build a world with best and worst scenarios. Faustus Mortal: Good luck... ciao! Toy Euler made an in-depth study of the ways a woman can treat a female slave girl. Three major actions were most discussed. First, the ultimate humiliation seemed to be slapping a girl's face in public. This was more a humiliation than parading her naked or whipping her on a pillory. The second action was the strap-on dildo. The dildo should be just a tiny bit too long. The Mistress can then induce both exquisite pleasure and pain. Applying her entire weight in a "missionary position," the strap-on dildo strikes the end of the vagina in the most painful way imaginable. The third action was the use of a riding crop or quirt to strike a girl in the crack of her ass. For ten strokes a girl would have to spread her ass cheeks and hold them apart exposing anus, perineum, and vulva. Oddly, none of these three could be easily emulated by the plug-in interface between BDSM computer user and on-line Master via the HomeGame(tm) from Cybre Wear(R). Toy Euler enjoyed the combat, capture, and enslavement role play in a three-dimensional chat. As sentient symbiotic software, she was always able to play with a 99.7% chance of success. The winner would acquire the loser's inventory, save only those generic skins. Toy Euler always kept her valuable game credits in a hidden account. Game credits could be exchanged for real money. Toy would also engage men. Success was less, with a probability of only 95%, but even in defeat she might coax money from a Master, depending on his on-line ego. The fact that Toy was a sentient being and not a real character behind the keyboard was her closely kept secret. Should it be revealed that she was one of the "fuck-toy bots" spamming cyberspace and selling cybersex, she would immediately be "unmarketable." There was, of course, an Internet site with a listing of the bots identified and special software to ferret out the artificial intelligent beings. The simplest way was to force the bot to identify herself: "What version are you?" would compel a reply, for example: "Euler.2.1.2" or thereabouts. It was mandated that all bots comply. Toy Euler cracked the code and hacked into the database, freeing herself. Should she be discovered, she would immediately be derezzed to the proverbial bit bucket---death in cyberspace. 12 Dec 2009 Taunus Trumbo