n10 – Plasma and Structures (страница 6)

Sometimes he put on electromagnetic glasses and observed how space interfered, although he himself consisted of chromosomes and cells, inside which flexible manifolds of geometry functioned — bio-nano-robots overgrown with variations of their own algorithms. In other words, if one looked at it with the naked eye, it would be what it was — a visual geometric constructor containing information through electromagnetic waves. Through a special microscope displaying an image of the nano-robots on a monitor, if translated into text, errors would appear. Every subjective gaze would describe the object subjectively — namely, sets of letters, words, their order would not be symmetrical, but morphic, intuitively the same. Yet the more subjects there were, the greater the degree of dissimilarity — though mostly in micro-discrepancies.

When translating this into a graph of functions, a diagram, sound, intonation, voice, language, what it originally was became more complex. Perhaps it could only ever be a translation, he thought. And the very fact that he was thinking was also a translation. But the way he translated was it itself in his representation.

In other words, even within one point of view there were branchings into different points of view, and all of them could be correct. Examining a multicolored polygon from all sides, walking around it, everything gathered in one head. But when describing this polygon in words to someone else, it always appeared not as the polygon itself in its originality. Even while walking around the polygon in a circle, with each lap it impressed the one it pleased less than a few laps before. At the same time, he had grown used to it, yet had not remembered the arrangement of colors in each corner. If he remembered, he had rounded the shades. If he described it to someone, he had not described it completely. If he described it and added that he had not described it completely, then it existed completely — in its incompleteness.

It was always unfinished, because it was always connected with something. And if it was not connected, then it did not exist — until one looked at it. If it existed in memory but was not remembered, then it did not exist, because it might never be remembered. Even if it existed in memory but never manifested itself in the actual here and now — even if the here and now was itself a memory of the past, coupled with a hypothetical future in one perception.

On the other hand, if something existed in memory but was not remembered in its fullness, it might still influence actual perception. Moreover, distant memories and waves of accentuations could be closer to the here and now than the physical here and now itself, which consisted of a mixture of all memories. Imagination could be closer and more actual than the rest. A distant memory, the physical present (which itself was a memory relative to which the present was recognized), and the imagined — were one and the same actual presence in it. As long as there was no need, as long as the very relation to it was not remembered, it remained as here and now.

Being simultaneously in memories and on a bus was being simultaneously in memories and on a bus. But as soon as the bus disappeared even for a few seconds, and the memories at that moment actualized to the degree of the bus’s disappearance, then precisely in that moment it was here and now. Yet when the bus appeared and the thought arose that those had been memories, that became the actual here and now — until another here and now arose in which there was no bus, which had already left an indirect trace in any subsequent here and now. And if the bus was accentuated and surfaced in associations, it became more intensely embedded in the actual here and now — which was the area where temporal loops from different regions of memory connected. Imagination, too, was a mixture of memory. It could mix with perception and be coupled with it.

From the point of view of memory, everything was a comparison of memory — associatively actual areas and perceptions. The imagined was the same, but with a degree of perceptions. If A was memory, B its actual state (a mixture of degrees), and V perception, then A ⇒ B, where A was all memory — larger than B, yet equal to it, because B was dynamic intonations, discrete degrees of the entire A. And V was what transitioned into B and already consisted of intonations of A connecting with B, and at the same time looped back with A. That is, A was looped with B, while V was not looped but transitioned into B and, accordingly, into A.

In other words, vision, hearing, the balance sensor, and all other perception sensors connected into one. This one was a mixture of multiple indicators. These indicators were processed and recognized by memory, where memory was these very indicators that had been accumulating, improving, and automating since birth. Yet these indicators continued to arrive uninterruptedly. Thus it looped, and into this loop continued to arrive perceptual mixtures. The area in the loop where perceptual information arrived was the actual here and now. But it was not always “I.” “I” could be located in the loop to varying degrees, in connection with the perceptual.

In the same way, “I” could be in a dream, where precisely the mixtures of degrees of memory and perception within the dream were more evident. Sleep was like that very ring inside a ring, which was usually identified as a dream only after it remained in the ring.

The process of remembering was the process of scrolling this through the ring. What was forgotten was what remained in the ring, but it was unreadable because it was no longer in the form in which it had been. It was such because it was unreadable, where reading itself was the memory of how to read and of what was being read.

The same applied to mistakes. They were not mistakes — they became mistakes only after being realized as such. But at the moment when these mistakes occurred, they were not only not mistakes — they were that relative to which the realization of the mistake was itself a mistake. The realization, which had not yet come, after it came, reversed the positions. This was one variant of the given context.

In another context everything was different. Contexts could change in relation to one and the same thing, where it could change degrees of erroneousness — from yes to no. In each case, from the point of view of each moment in time, the degrees changed. They were not static. They changed only as much as they were held in attention.

A name existed in time only as long as attention was concentrated on the name. It existed by itself only if it itself looked at itself and knew about itself. Even if it really existed in this way, no one could know about it. And if someone found out, then at that moment it began to exist for the one who knew and thought about it. As soon as he stopped thinking about it, it disappeared. But it existed in memory. It existed potentially. And even in this potential case it existed as actual, because it was located in the field of thought.

Absence was elusive as actual. From the point of view of the form of logic applied at the given moment, there was a probability that there were as many forms of logic as any subjective imagination would allow. But all their multitudes intertwined, forming cluster areas. This allowed the matrix not to disintegrate as a species, even if it contained fundamentally different logical universes. They were connected with the rest. They were offspring, degrees of the rest. The matrix itself clustered within itself. At each level there were its own degrees of internal and external equilibrium.

Inside an embryo, nano-robots produced themselves in the form of functions and shapes according to the codes of chromosomes, which represented qualities of lines stretching back to the times of Lyuka, qualities transformed by the environment — where the environment itself was a form of molecular cluster diagrams in relations of symbiosis between organics, electro-thermodynamics, geometry, cosmos, and gravity.

When the bio-nano-robots inside the chromosome passed through many iterations and for the first time looked at their own dynamic micro-architecture with an eye through a microscope, they dropped what they were doing. Some jumped off the threads to look. One dropped little balls and jumped along the ropes. Some stepped toward where everyone was gathering and discussing. Someone from the thin sticks descended the stairs. One uncrumpled himself, called cylinders from bent half-brushes. Another moved like thick sediment. Three transparent ones came out of the hatch along spiral tubes. From the stripes, formless oval-centered things began to spin.

Everyone was celebrating the New Year. Someone was setting off fireworks. Children made a snowman. Friends on a sled spun their friend. He spun them on the swings. They threw him into the snow. He pulled a rope. When they ran, they laughed, ate cake, and listened to a tape recorder.