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"The dough" - A short Sci-Fi story from the near future

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A short story highlighting what our future may look like: "The dough". Written by Jorgen Modin July 25-26, 2016.

This piece also published at Steemit.com.

Jeff was OK. He was a loner but he had been to the weekly cook-outs and he invited the elders to his place once a month and during those meetings he opened up and showed who he really was. So nobody was worried anymore about his weird sleeping habits, and all the weird technical gear he ordered.

Other loners had not been as forthcoming, but they were not part any more of the borough. The risk of single individuals fomenting bitterness and hate and then taking it out in terrorist attacks had just become too big. The Internet empowered people in all directions, and an unfortunate few were using this empowerment to learn destructive behavior and to be coached by hate groups that worked almost on a consultancy basis to bring the worst out of people in an as most efficient way as possible.

"It's a pity that they're going after us introverts", Mary said. "Well, the extroverts are so much easier to disrupt, they chat too much", John interrupted while polishing his boots. "Any terrorist group with more than three members, you can count on one being a mole".

"Yes, but we're the good people" Mary continued. "And that mole is usually an introvert, the good one" John pointed out while pushing the boots under the stool they kept in the entrance in the cramped apartment, which was right under Jeff's.

Mary crossed her arms in front of her body and turned away from John. It was unconscious, but the feeling she had, that John had once again just missed the point and turned the conversation around, was most certainly consciously felt by her.

John furrowed his eyebrows. He had never understood Mary's idealization of people that she thought were like her in some respect.

"When will Sue come" asked Mary in a flat tone revealing that she thought she was putting the conversation back on track. John looked down and avoided replying.

950 meters away Sue was walking along the waterfront. To the left of her was the barrier that makes sure kids do not fall into the water. She remembered the advice that life vests for children aren't just for use while on boats, rafts and other watercraft, but should be carried by the little ones any time they are close to water while still being on firm land.

The sensors and small drones that were placed every 4 meters on one meter high stands to her right suddenly made a whizz, which scared the beejezus out of Sue. She had seen what they can do, mobbing and killing an unfortunate duck that got stuck as it tried to mate with a Russian intruder drone, the second last one of 6'000 intruder drones that the mini-drone defense annihilated during a flash attack two years ago. The Russian drone had been the obvious target and not the duck, it was just collateral damage. The drones would not have collaterally killed a human in the same situation, the prime directive prevented them from that but the directive did not extend to ducks.

However Sue instinctively felt like a sitting duck as the defense drones now powered up. She knew it happened a lot and was almost always just a brief whir that didn't lead to any of the drones actually taking off, and her friends did not understand why that start-up sound scared her so much.

Sue had had trouble getting on a flight to Bostham with the stuff she had brought. Jeff whom she knew from a previous job had vowed for her and that put her above 0.6954, which is the current threshold for trustworthy people that the airline accepts carrying funky goods they do not understand what it is. She had a few data points, or shall we say unfortunate events, on her permanent record on the blockchain that had risen suspicion with the AI screeners. Now the AI screeners were a bunch of power trippers, prejudiced by big data which had led to weird correlations, such as birth weight starting with an odd number combined with certain credit scores raising flags of suspicion. It was bullshit, Sue thought.

She was happy it was an intra continental flight, a flight connecting to points on the same continent. The intercontinental flights were limited to 25'000 per continent and year, and also had long screening and quarantine periods for each traveler. After the Zikburg virus almost wiped out one continent (or so the models said it would had it not been contained), virtual presence was how you saw other continents, although the sensor/actuator lag sucked big time.

"You're sitting in a chair. In the sky!" Sue exclaimed to herself, skipping and hopping a few steps while citing one of the elders. She had brought something special for Jeff, something he couldn't procure himself.

"That drone you saw wasn't Russian" Jeff said, while trying to pull a greenish gray mass out of Sue's backpack. "It was", Sue retorted. "No it wasn't" countered Jeff, "I heard it was Turkish". "Have you checked your trust network?" Sue asked. "No, is that necessary really?" Jeff asked back.

They were in Mary's and John's apartment, still stuck in the hall, sat on wooden stools. Mary and John had gone into the kitchen to get some aeroponically grown food they were very proud of but they took their time coming back, still arguing over what exactly to bring back to the guests. "Oh gosh", Jeff said, "Yeah my trust network ranks the out-of-Russia theory as 0.98! It even has signed primary sources backing it up and just three degrees from me! Always check the blockchain, as they say" he said while smiling coyly at Sue. Sue did not know if that was a flirt or just a spark of life in his eyes from the intellectual stimulation. She remembered she had had the same problem reading him at the workplace they had shared.

"Jeff, do you want some lima beans?" Mary asked. She still felt uneasy with him but since he had helped getting Sue into Bostham sector VI, where Mary John and Jeff lived, she felt she had no choice but to invite him. John had thought it not necessary but he was an idiot in this respect, Mary thought. "Just, Lima beans?" Jeff asked.

"No of course not, you can get beer, wine, vodka!" Mary said triumphantly, although she felt very defensive. Jeff and Mary now stared at each other, jaws dropped, trying to figure out if the other person was truly, truly weird. The staring stopped first when John threw himself across their mutual line of sight, flailing his arms around as if to erase a giant whiteboard of disbelief and confusion, saying "Jeff! Craft beer! Sausage! Pinball!". "Alright!" said Jeff approvingly and high fived John as they walked into the living room. Mary stayed in the hall thinking it was more of a high-tail than a high five. She then turned to Sue who was still perched on a stool, giving Sue that kind of bonding smile that only women can exchange. And Sue smiled back. Sue knew John better than Mary but she connected with Mary very deeply, very quickly. Mary knew the secrets of womanhood and humanity she felt, and she already trusted her 100%.

"Look" said Sue, "I've got something for you, and possibly John". She was interrupted by a ring on the doorbell. It was Klameerathxgleth, a girl that had just moved in and whom Mary suspected was even weirder than Jeff, and she was the final guest arriving for the evening. Actually Mary opened the door with some trepidation. As soon as she saw Klameerathxgleth she relaxed. Klameerathxgleth was young, no more than fifteen Mary thought, but there was an air of clarity and calm around her, as if she was moving through the world without disturbing anything in her wake. "As if she left no wake" Mary thought, and was intrigued.

"You're living in the year 2010" Klameerathxgleth explained as the group now huddled in the kitchen drinking tea from earless cups. "What do you mean?" said John, "We have all the new technology..", "Yes, technically you have" Klameerathxgleth continued "and living the 2010 credo is not bad" she pointed out. "It's just the credo. Every borough, every town has a unifying principle, where they showed their colors, made a sacrifice. Yours was Amnesty International. You fought and freed. Other boroughs are stuck in religions with ritual sacrifices. That is their skin in the game, I'd say you made a good choice and hence got a good deal".

John thought about that both he and Mary had been in Cuban prisons. Or actually jails, and only for one night. That was how the Cuban secret police discouraged foreign activists from advocating free speech on the island in the early twenty hundreds, as the activists traveled around pretending to be tourists. The security police did not dare to keep them locked up longer at the time, due to the threat of international political complications. And it was true that that experience, even if John had it two years before Mary, formed an important part of John's and Mary's bond.

"Come on, you're what, fifteen years old?" Mary asked Klameerathxgleth. "I'm nineteen" Klameerathxgleth replied. "Why do you think drugs are completely illegal in some places and found anywhere in other places?" Klameerathxgleth continued. "Why do some places accept anyone on the content of their character while others are xenophobic and more so for every day? Why are some laid-back on religion while others mandate you do all the rites, or you're out?". "It's about the faith" Mary commented. "No it's about the rites" Klameerathxgleth insisted.

"I call bullshit!". Jeff had been quiet for a long time and as often happens, such a person gets all the attention once they decide to speak. "I have been to 200 boroughs in different city states and it is pretty much all the same in those places".

John looked at Jeff then at Klameerathxgleth. John knew that Jeff was right, but there was something to what Klameerathxgleth had said. Klameerathxgleth had said many weird things during the evening so far, and John was fascinated how right she often were in summarizing a situation or giving an overview, while at the same time being totally hapless about facts.

A brief moment of silence occured before Sue turned to Klameerathxgleth and said: "But Klamaa, Klamee, . What exactly was your name again?".

"You can call me Claire" Klameerathxgleth replied, "Klameerathxgleth was a failed name". "What do you mean failed?" John asked, thinking she was failing at logic again.

"Well my parents were role players in a Sci-Fi universe, the Khlargeeth". The others nodded in recognition, that role playing game had been huge about a dozen years ago. "Well they formed a community because they thought they had all the ingredients of a happy life in the details of those adventures, and they changed my name to Klameerathxgleth" Claire continued.". "Yeah, that could totally work!" interrupted Jeff enthusiastically. "No it doesn't" Claire said. "It collapsed and that is why I'm moving here. Does anyone of you guys have books on the history of Amnesty international?"

"So where is it?" Jeff asked. He and Sue were in Jeff's apartment, with Jeff holding the 8 kilogram gray greenish blob of dough-like matter that Sue had brought him. Sue had had a good night's sleep and slipped up to Jeff in the morning with the goods before she would go with Mary and John to the exhibition.

"Do you mind if i switch on the EMP?" Jeff asked. "That is fine" sue replied. "Do you have electronics?" he continued. "No I am all natural" Sue replied. "You are all natural?" Jeff asked back in a surprised voice. "Oh, no of course I'm not, I mean I am all biological", Sue clarified. "No pacemaker?" Jeff asked. "No pacemaker".

An EMP pulse filled the room and would be fired again and fry any electronics in the air if anything fishy was detected. It was mainly used to clear the room of any eavesdropping drones. Now, evidence obtained from eavesdropping was inadmissible as evidence in a court of law, but that does not help much if responses from eavesdropping can be fully automated, with speech recognition coupled to the exchange trading units and lots of other stuff that made up the artificial nervous system of Bostham sector VI, private or public. So it was better to use EMP.

Jeff knew that some poor people could not afford EMP. Those people would be incredibly boring in what they said, and then suddenly break out into innuendo that bordered on and often was well into, incoherency, as they tried to wink and nudge their real thoughts across. They were indistinguishable from schizophrenics, Jeff thought. Although schizophrenics were rare these days, he pondered. Treatments had cured most of them, but some stubborn cases remained. In those stubborn cases electronics were usually fitted to cater for their basic needs: You could see such an afflicted person ramble about space ships making only balconies safe, while taking in a perfectly nutritious meal with suspiciously healthy ingredients, and then the brain embedded electronics would wash and bathe him, and put him soundly asleep, with him still mumbling incoherently.

"Dave said it would be in a corner", Jeff specified about something in the blob, as the light fell in through the ceiling window onto the blob. Jeff had been fascinated by something called "ego death" that he had read about on the Internet. One way of reaching it according to what he read was through psychedelics. However all such drugs were strictly illegal in Bostham sector VI. Now the authorities wouldn't chop your head off for it, but you would lose your ratings and that could be bad enough. Where Sue came from, many drugs were legal, but you could be sentenced on an individual basis to be barred from using them. "Well I screwed up" Sue admitted. "I put the dose in during kneading...". "So it is everywhere then?" Jeff asked. "Actually no, the soluble container survives the kneading phase. It is just later it dissolves and places the dose." Sue clarified. "So it is in one place in that blob, we just don't know where" Sue continued. "What is this blob anyway, is it edible?" Jeff asked. "Of course it is edible, it is a nutritious mass that gives you all the vitamins and minerals. It is a bit high in vitamin A" Sue replied. "So I'll just eat it all over a few days" Jeff concluded smiling. "It is a bit high in vitamin A" Sue repeated.

"What do you mean?" Jeff asked. "Well it wouldn't be safe to eat too much of it in one go". "What would be safe then?" Jeff asked, with a facial expression of total submission. "I did the numbers, it, it would actually take you two years to eat through that" Sue explained. "And I wouldn't know which day it would hit me?" Jeff asked, feigning a surprised expression since he already had figured that out. "Yeah, sorry about that, I truly am". Sue did not understand why Jeff wanted to try it. Sue had all the imagination she needed, thank you very much, and felt no need to muck with the well oiled machine she regarded her mind to be.

After the exhibition Sue, Mary and John parted from Claire and relaxed with tea at Mary's and John's place again. Jeff had been invited down although Mary didn't really know why she did that. John seemed happy enough though.

"Well, interesting yesterday with Klarry, Kleer.." Jeff concluded.

"Claire. Her name is Claire now. She said things but I can't remember what they were", Mary summarized.

Jul 26, 2016 02:25

Study criminal opportunity instead of criminal personalities

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Most criminologists seemed to agree that all that was necessary to explain crime was to explain criminal dispositions, which somehow lead directly to criminal behavior. But scholars do not usually follow slavishly the advice of those coming before them, however eminent. So why did they do this? The answer, once again, comes from social psychologists, such as Nisbett and Ross (1980), who built on Lewin’s work in a series of experiments in the 1970s to describe what they called the “fundamental attribution error”. This is the pervasive human habit of overstating the role of the person and underestimating the role of the situation in explaining people’s behavior.

Ken Pease and Gloria Laycock (2012) have described a pernicious little wrinkle of the error—we do not apply it to our own behavior. As they explain:
“We are happy to acknowledge situational determinants of our own peccadilloes. I am bad tempered because I slept badly. He is bad tempered because he is that sort of person.”

 

http://www.asc41.com/Criminologist/2016/May-June_2016_TheCriminologist.pdf

Jul 18, 2016 03:09

Public key signatures for a distributed Facebook, LinkedIn & news service

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Is a classification system of relationships all that is needed to usher in distributed implementations of the functionality of Facebook, LinkedIn and of news services?

Public key cryptography allows you to sign stuff in an efficient way: You sign it with your private key and enclose your public key. There it is, signed in your good name. But what does what you've signed mean? It must have a relationship to something else, and that relationship needs to be of a kind:

Lucy loves Ricky

That could be expressed as the private key of Lucy's signing a relationship "loves", including Ricky's public key (and her own public key). Now, anyone who got across this statement could verify it as being correctly signed. There is no need for a central database of the statement "Lucy loves Ricky", but there is a need for a way to make sure the public keys do indeed belong to Lucy and Ricky respectively.

This is where a web of trust comes in. As long as you have good access to a web of trust, the actual statements of relationships can be stored anywhere, redundantly, and be retrieved by a search engine. A blockchain can be used to order relationship statements in time, including revocations.

The vocabulary

One would ned to agree on a vocabulary of relation types such as:

  • loves
  • likes
  • friends with
  • worked for
  • knows skill of X
  • witnessed event X
  • concludes conclusion X

 

Jul 18, 2016 03:50

You can run raspberry pi programs on the bare metal

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That ought to clear the path for real-time applications.

 

 


Read more: Link - Step01 – Bare Metal Programming in C Pt1 – Valvers

Jul 15, 2016 09:38

Combining lodash/fp with promise chains

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const P = require('bluebird')

const f = require('lodash/fp')

P.resolve([1,2,3,4]).then(x=>f(x).map(y=>y*2).value()).done(console.log)
Jul 15, 2016 06:15

Blockchains may bring truth back to the news landscape

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When self-published hypertext went global with web pages and blogs, there were high hopes for a truly democratic news landscape. Many believe we have instead got:

  • populism
  • insularity
  • and paranoia.

How technology disrupted the truth | Katharine Viner | Media | The Guardian

However if one looks at it from a grander perspective, it was a given that the old model of mainly hierarchical trust had to go. Luckily, there is a new trust model in the works: Blockchains.

  • They allow signed reports to be time-stamped in a way that everybody agrees on. This gives agreed causality, i.e. you can agree that X was reported before Y.
     
  • They prevent the signing party to divulge different reports to different people, i.e. it enforces actors to be coherent. This is called solving the double spending problem.
     
  • They allow people to watch the message flow that builds up the blockchain, to detect if some stuff gets delayed and other stuff favored.

 

Blockchains are not all that easy to understand at first, but what they basically do is to assign different people to be notaries of what has happened, in a way that is hard to predict, a bit like in a lottery.

This will not be an easy path forward, there will be false starts and faulty blockchain models, different models need to be tested and people must get used to:

  • Signing stuff and
  • Learn how to use and trust a web of trust

 

We all must learn the skills of:

  • Weighing evidence,
  • Establishing causality chains and
  • Gauging the reputations of those who report the news

 

But I believe this is the way forward and it is given the confusion we live with on-line now, high time we get this baby rollin'!

 

 

Jul 12, 2016 12:50

Fixing Ubuntu 16.04 "Networking disabled" after sleep

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This worked for me:

sudo service network-manager restart

These did not work for me:

  • Any invokation using nmcli
  • sudo service networking restart

 

Jul 11, 2016 12:14

Don't buy a universal charger for your laptop

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Don't buy a universal charger for your laptop, it may end up damaging your laptop, so that it does not charge again. Instead have a spare original-brand charger that you store separately. If you are travelling, pack it e.g. in a different bag so you don't lose it at the same time as the charger you're using.

Update 2016-07-08: I now have an OEM charger and the flashing of the keyboard backlight has stopped, and charging seems to work. Last night, with the universal charger, it both flashed and refused to charge which made the OS shut down the laptop. However with the new OEM charger, no flashing and it seems to charge just fine. It could have been as simple as the universal charger not having enough juice to drive the laptop and charge it, when the battery is close to empty. In that case there was maybe no risk for damaging the laptop. However the OEM charger is only rated at 3.42A and the T'nB universal charger at 4.7A, so the universal charger should have no problem. Still something goes wrong.

Longer story

Last week I lost a charger for my Acer laptop at the Vivatech fair in Paris. Totally my own fault, just forgot it in the wall socket and it was never retrieved. I still needed my laptop so what to do on a Sunday in Paris? I went to fnac and got me a universal charger, that should work with Acer. Before buying it I searched the Internet for info on universal chargers and to my dismay I read that they have a history of destroying laptops, such as the charging circuitry part.

 

I bought one anyway and at first it seemed fine.

But I thought about it, and remembered that I did buy a universal charger for my previous laptop too, a Dell. And that worked fine. I had to change the battery shortly afterwards because the computer did not run without the power cable plugged in. So I bought a new battery. That did not work either. Oh my! I realised that it is quite likely that it was the universal power charger that put my previous laptop out of commission.

With my current laptop, I have noticed that the backlight of the keyboard has started flasing in pulses and the battery does not charge. An original charger should arrive tomorrow. I hope I have not destroyed one more laptop...

 

Jul 08, 2016 12:55

How to detect if a motor moves

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I'm gonna copy a part of Reddit user gnorty's comment and paste here:

1- detect the physical rotation - you could use an encoder, a magnetic region on the rotor and a reedswitch, a high contrast colour change and a photodetector, a physical gap in the rotating part and a proximity switch/laser/other thing that "sees" the change. Any of these work essentially the same way - if you don't see the signal change in a set time you can assume no rotation.

2- Sense the current on the motor. Most types of motor will draw a higher current according to the torque it is applying. You can measure this current and if it rises significantly above "normal" you can again assume something is wrong with either the motor or the mechanical movement. Obviously the same if the current is too low. Most motors use this system to some extent, as the high current will trip the motor protection (fuse, breaker etc). Some breakers have very precise settings for exactly this purpose.

Read more: Link - How do you detect if a motor fails to move? : arduino

Jul 07, 2016 12:55

Brexit, Pax Americana & urholkningen av Europa

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Det här (Brexit) var inte roligt. USA:s makt minskar i världen, och EU har vuxit fram för att axla ett ansvar efter Pax Americana. Men utan Storbritannien består EU bland annat av veliga västmakter (Tyskland), ett Frankrike som nu också kan tänkas gå ur och som har nog med sina egna problem, och ett antal för detta östländer där flera också går åt det nationalistiska hållet.

En bra grej med demokrati är att det är en lärande organisation, att man lär sig av de beslut man gör, korrigerar och fortsätter. Besluten och konsekvenserna blir ett slags institutionellt minne. Men ibland undrar man om det finns tid att lära; svängningarna går så fort.

Brexit, Trump, Erdogan, Polens nya regering, Fidesz, Front National i Frankrike och sverigedemokraterna ser jag som symtom på samma sak:  Elitens misslyckande att förankra sig i folklagren. Jag tror den ekonomiska politiken med QE och annat har ställt till det mycket på en kognitiv nivå: Det har uppstått en desorientering ( se http://kvartal.se/artiklar/den-nya-pessimismen ) . Och när desorienteringen sätter in så försvinner förtroendet för eliten.

Jag vet inte om det är bara jag som fast jag inte levde då ändå på något sätt har den omedelbara tiden efter 2:a världskriget i minne. Jag är inte alls säker på att man kommer att kunna bygga upp något nytt ur spillrorna av EU. De demokratiska instinkterna är inte så starka över kontinenten utan har ofta påbjudits av USA. Sveriges totala oförmåga att försvara sig, inkompetens vad gäller polis mm visar på en institutionell urholkning.  I USA har partierna föga makt över de nya politikerna: Trump, Cruz, Sanders: http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2016/07/how-american-politics-went-insane/485570/

Klaus Mann råkade på en svensk intellektuell efter kriget och deras konversation säger en del om tillståndet då: http://jorgenmodin.net/index_html/archive/2005/10/20/illa-stllt-bland-intellektuella-i-europa-redan-1949
Glad midsommar! :D

Jun 24, 2016 12:08
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