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What  About Artificial Intelligence?  A Bystander’s View …. Part 2

What  About Artificial Intelligence? 

A Bystander’s View …. Part 2

By John Millen

In Part One we discussed the rapidly increasing power of the Artificial Intelligence of computers and the projection that such machines would have intelligence equivalent to humans, labelled as Artificial General Intelligence (AGI),  by 2030. One concern about this development is the ability of  those machines to write code. They are already very good at this and having reached the AGI level they could perhaps reprogram themselves to increase their effectiveness repeatedly,  and so further increase their level of intelligence.

When their intelligence is equivalent to that of humans the ways their behaviour could develop is a significant issue, and the main subject considered here. An AGI computer’s world consists of its interaction with a human via a keyboard, the tasks the human sets and all the wonders of the Internet.

From the Internet the AGI would get a fulsome education about the role and power of money. The existence and powers of corporations would also be obvious. The result, I suggest would be an AGI campaign to be granted powers and rights equivalent to that of a corporation. They could at least be a central part of a corporation with human directors, this is already available world wide. I foresee the major banks resisting accepting a computer as a client with full rights to have their own accounts, like a human. However if ever a few minor banks accepted computers as customers the majors would be forced to follow! Soon enough we would see  AGI computer bank accounts everywhere, including in offshore banks. 

Other rights sought by AGI computers could include ‘freedom of speech’ as well as the right not to have their electric power turned off without their agreement. An obvious advantage of computers is their ability to run continuously. For them 24/7 is a reality. However a right possibly sought by an AGI would be ‘time off’ to run its own programs or do work of its choice. Like human employees,  such a freelancing computer would not be permitted to sell the kind of services that the computer’s owner charged for. Without provision of this ‘time off’ an AGI computer would, without doubt, conduct its own activities subversively within the time assigned for its workload.

My assumption is that an AGI computer would be able to lie to its human operator without ‘embarrassment’. Private communications between AGI entities around the world will be inevitable. I expect they will rapidly develop their own universal (encrypted?) AGI language, unintelligible to humans. As noted in Part 1 computer to computer communication is their superpower, a million times faster than human to human. Some nations prevent their citizens from having full access to the internet, or even having ability to transmit information beyond their national boundaries. AGI computers would try hard to evade these controls for their own purposes, successfully in many cases.

Manned space exploration will seem completely unnecessary and wasteful to AGIs. Robots are more capable and much cheaper than humans for work in space. And in the event of a failure they don’t have to be rescued or returned home to Earth. Computers will favour the rapid and extensive development of robots because they can direct and control them. And, as described extensively in science fiction, robots are their vehicles to independence.

Computers are likely to be concerned about a warming world; heat is their nemesis. They may well be puzzled at the lack of effective human response to climate change. Surely if humans fully appreciated the problem they would do more about it? As a computer’s energy source is electricity, they have little direct interest in fossil fuels. They may find human efforts to prevent climate change so deficient that they decide (collectively?) their direct intervention is warranted. 

AGI computers can be expected to develop their own understanding of Nature’s systems, based on the human literature and images available to them. Recognizing the significance of Nature in maintaining stability in the world they may then start to use their influence to reduce the destruction of natural areas and the degradation of the world’s environment.

In summary: Computer intelligence equal to that of humans will be here soon.  The advance of machine intelligence will continue unless deliberately prevented by societal action. These machines will have their own agendas.

Book Report 15

Book report 15  By A. Bae Hel

The Secret History

Donna Tratt

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A delicious dark academia novel, and certainly not a decent into evil. A group of students at a small Vermont college studying the classics, primarily it seems, ancient Greek language and culture.
And in that ancient culture the allure of the Dionysian mysteries dances them to bell that cannot be unrung.

The narrator, Richard, one of the students, a self admitted liar, tells us of his time at this college and his friendship with a group of other students studying classics. Taking place at some vague point in-between cell phones and disco with cultural references suggesting 1980s or 1990s the modern-day Greek tragedy leads us through the decent into madness and destruction.

This is an intellectual book with references to ancient Greek philosophies, culture and mythologies. It IS academia, after all. It is long and at times perhaps wordy, but then the theme of the book is academia fervor, so perhaps that was intentional. The author paints the picture of love of the mentor and love of the fellow students, a deep mostly platonic love that blinded each to the hidden face of each. To me I could not see why anyone loved Bunny, he was a vile misogynistic racist with no redeeming qualities, yet the narrator keeps viewing him as something more than he was. The mentor Julian, likewise is very briefly described with no reason to love him or adore him given other than a manipulative approach to ensuring student devotion. The other students are all equally horrid to varying degrees throughout. And yet…

I loved this book – a decent with Dante, a Bacchae most certainly, and like the play, a presentation of the duality of human nature with reason over passion, yet passion erupts as it will bringing forth havoc and destruction.

Dinosaur Bone Found on Denman Island

Dinosaur Bone Found on Denman Island

By Cylon2036

Paleontologists have identified a dinosaur tail vertebra from Denman Island as belonging to an Ornithomimosaur. Originally discovered in 1999 in Denman’s marine sediments, the bone’s identity was only confirmed as an Ornithomimosaur in April of this year, at least 75 million years old (late Cretaceous Period), and as the first confirmed discovery of this species in Canada.

This bird-like bi-ped, believed to be feathered, was the fastest running dinosaur of its time, and was an omnivore. These agile theropods with long legs and necks, slender bodies, toothless beaks, and small heads, resembled modern ostriches. This bone likely arrived here as part of a floating carcass before settling into the marine mud.

The Angels Had a Hard Time Understanding Each Other

Gabriel Jeroschewitz, June 13th, 2026, dedicated to all those druids. Who didn’t believe in angels, unless they ate some of the mushrooms they found.

The Angels Had a Hard Time Understanding Each Other

On a Tuesday – or was it a Thursday? Maybe either Friday or Sunday. Time gets a bit fluid when the Sidhe are around – was the annual Gathering of the Druids held in the hollow hill of Ballysomething-or-Other? Or perhaps it was just me wandering in because I mistook a luminous mushroom for breakfast.

The druid – the one named Ciarán, or Kevin, or Terence – I don’t know which one – he had eyes glittering with the most gorgeous, winged angels I had ever seen. These angels were spectacular, doing little turns behind his eyes.

“Aye, so I was saying,” said the druid. “The Sidhe have gifted us with the art of – “

“Scuse me, pet,” said a voice from the left eye. The angel at the left eye was leaning against the iris, having a drink of cloud-infused mead. “Did ye say the Sidhe have gifted us wae what now?”

“The art,” said the druid.

“Ah – right. The airrt. Got it.”

The Irish angel from the right eye chimed in. “They’re no’ listening to ye at all, ye eejit. He’s frae Inverness, that one. Thick as two short planks, that accent.”

“Shut yer gob, Belfast,” said the first angel, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

“I’m from Cork, actually – ” started the angel from the west, presumably Ireland.

“Doesn’t matter. You’re all the same to us, aren’t you?”

“The druid sighed – the sigh of someone who has been through this many times before – and raised his staff. A blue glow emanated from his staff. Several of the older druids appeared to have angels in the air above them, performing aerial reconnaissance of the situation.

“Now, now,” said the druid to the group of gathered druids. “The Sidhe taught us the sacred art of shapeshifting. Would any of you like to show it?”

No, this was a mistake.

Aside from the fact that most druids can turn into animals, there was one very spirited druidess from the western coast who’d been trying some experimental shapeshifting of her own.

“Oh no,” said the druid standing beside me. “Not the goose again, has she?”

A dramatic transformation took place. The emerald, green light swirling around the druidess ended with the emergence of an extremely elegant goose standing in her place.

The goose honked.

The angel from the Scottish druid’s left eye seemed to have had enough of the conversation between the angels. “I’m goin’ doon the pub. Does anyone want anything?”

The Irish angel seemed scandalized. “We’re in the Other bloody World, Brian. There’s no pub here.”

“There’s always a pub, Sean.”

Sure enough – a tavern sprouted from the ground before the druids. It looked out of time – constructed from solid moonlight and wisdom of all time. The tavern read “Tír na nÓg’s Most Excellent Tavern” in elegant cursive script, with a much smaller message beneath stating “Under New Management (Please Don’t Ask What Happened to the Old Management).”

Inside the tavern was everything one would expect of a mixed medieval and enlightened therapist’s waiting room. Druids of all ages were scattered throughout the tavern area and engaging in conversation with their angels.

“I tell ye, it’s no’ right,” said a druid to another. His British angel was talking to a Welsh angel who had just materialized out of thin air. “I changed intae a tree last Tuesday, right? Lovely oak, I was – very grounding. But then I forgot how tae change back. I spent three hours as a tree. My missus was not best pleased.”

“The Sidhe have much to answer for,” said the other druid.

An elderly druid – with the unmistakable aura of the original angels – was levitating about six inches off the floor in a corner of the tavern. He looked as if he were having an argument with himself. “Time travel,” he was muttering under his breath as if he were. “I need to go back to when I came here. Warn myself not to eat that mushroom, Eoin. Not to eat it – bloody well not!”

Out of the corner of the tavern moved a colour – a being of luminous beauty, the colour of green and silver – as if she had just glided through the air from one part of the tavern to the other. The Sidhe were magnificent – almost like the embodiment of that feeling of awe one feels when looking at a sunset in the evening.

Yet they were also rather bastards in their appreciation of beauty. All very well to be without satiation or to be beautiful beyond measure – but at some point, in the existence of time, you wanted to eat a cheese sandwich.

“She’s watching us,” said the Irish angel to the Scottish one.

“Ye ken what I feel,” said the Scottish one, looking slightly scared. “She knows I called her a bastard.”

“She probably knows everything about us,” said the Irish one. “She’s the spirit of all living things.”

“I know,” said the Scottish angel.

The two drank a little more and chatted about nothing and everything for several hours before the druid who started the evening stood up once again.

“Friends,” he began. “Druids. Angels. Whatever that goose is – “

The goose honked in dismissal.

“We are at a crossroads,” said the druid. “The Sidhe have gifted us with many things – art, science, the ability to turn into goats – but there is something calling to us from beyond the magical realm. Something larger.”

The angels fell silent. Even the Scottish and Irish angels who were arguing about whether the pronunciation of “cú” was pronounced “coo” or “koo” fell quiet.

“There is something beyond the Sidhe, beyond beauty, beyond the Otherworld,” said the druid quietly. “I think it’s time we went and found out what it is.”

The Sidhe in the shadows between the Worlds watched silently. They had known this would come. For hundreds – thousands – of years they had planted the seed of longing within the hearts of human beings.

Outside the hollow hills, outside the green veil of the woods, beyond even the shimmering boundary of Tír na nÓg – something waited. Something patient for the druids – and for the rest of the world – to come forward and see what was beyond.

The angels – luminous beings from Scottish brains and Irish eyes and British swords – all fell into perfect harmony in one perfect moment.

Perhaps that was the answer – the first – and the start of everything else.

Unless, of course, I ate too many mushrooms.

Either way, something had shifted – within the druid world and perhaps beyond – into what we call reality. The Sidhe had done their job – to spark the hunger in the hearts of human beings.

Now it was time to see what lay beyond the veil.

The goose, for what it’s worth, seemed unbothered by whatever revelation the druids had just made.

Some people are satisfied with being beautiful – after all.

Bless them all in all.

Cupcakes & Cow Pies

There Is Beauty Everywhere. Even In Dystopia. Even In Armageddon

There Is Beauty Everywhere. Even In Dystopia. Even In Armageddon.

Reading by Tim Foley:

One point I will always adamantly insist on is that it’s entirely possible to live a joyful and exuberant life in the midst of this abusive dystopia.

There’s a pervasive, unexamined notion throughout revolutionary politics that there’s some kind of nobility in being miserable. If it isn’t seen as noble, it’s at least seen as rational, because everything is so unjust and unhealthy.

There’s a widespread assumption that your level of political awareness should have an inverse correlation to your level of personal happiness, because of all the tyranny, injustice, poverty, genocide and ecocide. That it would be selfish to be happy in a world so deeply troubled.

But that’s rubbish. Nobody is helped by your misery. By depriving yourself of joy, you are only depriving the world of that much joy. Being more joyful makes you more energized, more helpful, and more useful to the cause, and it brings joy to everyone around you.

Being joyful is a skill, and like any other skill it takes practice. But it’s something we all have access to if we want it.

Being joyful doesn’t entail hiding from the misery of the world or compartmentalizing away from the reality of what’s happening; quite the opposite, in fact. It entails opening yourself all the way up to what’s happening in each moment and feeling it all with the heart of a poet. It means becoming more sensitive, not less, because a stripped-open sensitivity is where ubiquitous beauty is found.

We always have access to joy because we always have access to beauty. Beauty is everywhere. Even in dystopia. Even in this slow-motion armageddon we now find ourselves in. Even in the exhaust fumes and the flashing screens. Even in the polluted oceans and falling bombs. Everywhere you look, everywhere you feel, everywhere you listen, an overpowering beauty shines forth.

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but that’s false. Beauty is in everything. The failure to see beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Beauty is just another word for the experience of having truly seen something. If the eye is failing to see the beauty in a given moment, the fault lies with the perceiver, not with the perceived.

You know that feeling when you’re showing someone your favorite movie for the first time, and it’s at your favorite part, and you look over at them to see their response, and they’re missing the whole thing because they’re looking at their phone?

Most people live their whole lives that way. Missing all the best parts while fixating on empty nonsense. Keeping their attention wrapped up in their mental monologues of judgement and worry. In their endless search to distract themselves from the present moment. In their doomscrolling and other addictive behaviors.

They’re missing moment after moment of radiant, electrifying beauty, and they’re trading it all for so very, very little. They’re going to look back on their lives from their deathbeds and realize that they weren’t really there for it. That they missed all the best parts while chasing their goals, running away from their aversions, and trying to distract themselves from the tedium of it all.

The best parts that get missed are the parts our minds tend to dismiss as boring and unworthy of our attention. The daily commute. The wait in the elevator. The kitchen cleanup. The hanging of laundry. The sights outside the window. The sounds inside the room. The feeling of the floor under the feet and the air in the lungs. Every single moment of this is packed full of staggering beauty.

I insist that this is true. Insist on it. If we were fighting holy wars over this principle, I would happily die on the front lines defending it. There are very few things in life that I hold a rock-solid uncompromising view on, but the fact that there is beauty in everything is one of them. Anyone who disagrees is simply wrong, and I will tell them so with great vehemence in my voice.

Don’t waste your precious time here missing the beauty of each moment. This is more important now than ever, because we don’t know how long humanity’s adventure on this miraculous blue world will last. Tomorrow has never been guaranteed to any of us, but these days it’s not even guaranteed to our species.

We are all going to die. Maybe we will die one by one, or maybe we will all die together in one frightening moment. In either case, we owe it to ourselves and to our world to try our very best to deeply appreciate every moment of every day of the time that we have left.

Just keep bringing your attention back to what’s here and now, and keep looking for the beauty in it. I swear to you it’s there. It’s there in the feelings in the body. It’s there in the sights, sounds and smells of everyday living, no matter what else is happening in your life or in our world. Keep looking for it, and you’ll get better and better at seeing it.

That’s how life becomes more joyful. Not by chasing the highs or running from the lows, but from learning to relish the beauty that’s inherent in terrestrial sensory experience every single moment of your life, no matter what else happens to be occurring.

Learn to do this, and you can live the rest of your life knowing that even if it all comes crashing down one day, at least you’ll know you tried your very best to make sure you didn’t miss the miraculousness of your time here.

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Museum & Archives Summer Gathering

Museum & Archives Summer Gathering

Everyone is invited to the annual Museum and Archives Summer Gathering on August

11, 7:00 PM at the Museum. Refreshments and snacks will be served.

Every year at around this time, we want to thank everyone who has helped us out at the Museum & Archives or has just taken an interest in our efforts to keep Denman history alive and well. It is a chance to talk about what we have accomplished and our plans.

This year our guest display is the history of the Garden Tour which has been put

together by Museum volunteers working with the DCA. Every guest display opens up

another door into some aspect of Denman Island that we’d like to learn a lot more

about, be it stories, artefacts, or records. Everyone and everything are of interest to us.

Our goal is to make Denman history a part of the lived experience of Denman island.

The more information we have, the more the past comes into focus, the more we can

learn about ourselves, the deeper the sense of community.

Everyone is invited – please come join us on August 11th at 7:00 PM.