The following writings and images are ideas about generating ghosts. These expectations highlight the link between the organic mind and a computer pretending to be a person.
Generative ghosts ripping through wall paper. Collage and oil Mitchell Pluto
Ghosts made by AI use language models to talk and understand us. Because of special features, they can remember, plan, and show other intricate behaviors that are typically associated with humans. Their capabilities extend beyond simply repeating old narratives. By mimicking a persona, they can alter things, suggesting patterns that affect thinking.
The Fellowcraft tracing board depicts the ladder of chemical memory. Collage Mitchell Pluto
Resembling jellyfish, neurons and astrocytes evoke images of creatures from the Cambrian period. The private “conversations” they seem to have make me feel self-conscious. In time, we will create pods that will contain our memories, drifting like space-cotton until they finally settle upon another flat surface.
Digital divination. Collage Mitchell Pluto
Digital divination involves making randomness sacred while also improving how humans decide. AI uses incomplete data to build future stories, mixing memory, invention, and calculation. The user will conclude that mathematical relationships govern the universe.
The search continues. Are we building a god, or reconnecting with one?
AI Lucid Dream simulation at the Pueblo. Collage Mitchell Pluto
Who wouldn’t want to be a dream tourist? At last we can vividly recall hypnagogic states. AI can give you sensory experiences to trigger lucid dreams, but only if you’re trained to acknowledge the notifications. Make certain to review the terms of service before agreeing to use the application that will re-define you as a product.
Daimon bots and AI agents from the future. Collage Mitchell Pluto
The daimon now refers to a guiding spirit that exists between calculations and problem-solving operations. These bots are here to help users with their digital fortune-telling. However, an hour will have about 4-5 minutes of commercials. Don’t worry, the ads are super short, only half a minute.
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In case you overlooked it, this universe wasn’t lacking in ambition or size. It was putting on a spectacle with its production. The cosmos is just incredible; even haters gotta admit it’s breathtaking. Zanni, the defendant, is still waiting for a verdict. In space, sentences float around and words drift apart. His black and white checkerboard suit embodied the polarities of opposites. He is a man without a country. A joker in a deck of cards. Through gestures alone, Zanni attempted to decipher the universe’s communication. There was drama everywhere, but Zanni just didn’t understand how it worked or how it occurred. No one ever knew the truth; it died with them, leaving only unanswered questions. Everyone figured the headache meant they knew what the problem was. Less pain means clearer perception and a more optimistic outlook. Honestly, it wasn’t a matter of right and wrong. Or pain or pleasure. It dealt with items of worth later becoming trash. You could tell what things meant to people by how often they handled them. It’s a space ballad playing both life and death. No one will sing the sad cowboy songs of unrealized dreams anymore. It’s alright. We are part of a sombrero galaxy, a galaxy that is an eternal sunrise. Zanni was in a giant empty room with waves of random stuff. His world symbolized a particular responsibility of being. Special car keys for a 2025 model, a mobile wallet, a decorative cup, a gold pen, a seasonal tire, headphones from 1979, crumpled up Kleenex, a 1990 professional styling brush and a flashlight from 1899. These objects surrounded Zanni. Thankfully, a consumer digital camera from 1996 captured a pic of this. But for who? Regular waves swapped out old things for newer ones. Zanni contemplated this event. He figured the most likely explanation was that he was inside a massive vacuum cleaner. He experienced a strong connection to things he saw on his trip. Zanni speculated that the objects he couldn’t name were from a future timeline. Things appear and vanished super fast out here. Zanni drifted between sleep and wakefulness. We can refer to it as a space fog in the mind. A magnetic memory was his most beloved possession. It echoed because Zanni repeated it. He brought it back to mind in a re-run. Zanni felt the luscious lips vibrate against his ear. It was a figurine of a woman. Her name was Colombina. The teal diamonds and magenta triangles on her dress flowed together to create a pattern of doves. Hand in hand, they created poetry. The rhythm of their partnership quivered in the shared space. The couples’ bond created a constant interplay of elements through the intercourse of their geometric patterns. Zanni maintained his embrace for as long as possible before the vacuum wave separated them. He could not pinpoint the incident’s time without a clock. The arrangement of numbers magically shapes the surrounding space. A regular watch shows what’s going on between the numbers. Of all the puppets, did he alone ponder his whereabouts? Only he understood his own thoughts and feelings. Sometimes Zanni heard voices that didn’t belong to him. Intrigued by the mysterious voice, he followed it. The voice led him back to his body. Those seizures and hallucinations gave epilepsy a mystical quality. His memories of himself were likely because of thinking about Colombina. He owned the moment, his own little universe, for a single second. Zanni saw himself as a buoy, helping other objects find their way. But Pantalone, a hunchbacked old man, considered himself the universe’s ultimate authority. He was a drifting turtleback tomb from another vacuum wave. Pantalone preferred the nickname “god.” His face twisted in anger as he guarded his belongings. Losing things got on his nerves. His tailored red suit reflected Pantalone’s importance. Every item got a brand and price label from him. He believed he understood your true worth more than you did yourself. He used his talent to make you think whatever he wanted. Those close to him risked having their self-image stolen and used against them. Pantalone intended for everyone to rent from his cloud. He lost money in the vacuum wave, then recovered his losses. This activity provided him with enjoyment, a sentiment he wished to share. Provided that he had more. Scattered dollar bills wandered everywhere. The bills, by themselves in space, lacked any connections. Now, Pantalone found himself surrounded by dancing product wrappers, toenail clippings, old grocery lists, damaged furniture, empty food containers, broken appliances, crumbled up receipts and dead batteries. Think of it as a garbage cloud. Several real estate agents, their eyes wide with nervous energy, tried to appear calm as they floated past Pantalone. They pretended to own a spot by treading in one place. While this was occurring, Harry Houdini sailed by and unlocked a satellite. Intrigued by Pantalone’s possessiveness, Zanni examined the egocentric and deceitful nature of his own point of view. He observed the ego’s memories fade as the mind surrendered its ownership. Once the fear was gone, relief came. Houdini cracked his knuckles. “No worries are necessary. Don’t sweat it. It is a simple lock to open. “ The hierarchy reflects the relationships between things in a chain. An x-ray showed how brain waves link things up through information chains, like you see in neuron activation patterns. This electromagnetic wave made Zanni wonder about the engineer of the universe. It appeared the designer wrote a script for a big stage performance but remains anonymous. In the meantime, Pantalone reached his own planet.
The emptiness of space challenges the narcissist. I wasn’t talking about a daffodil either. Imagine the self-centered individual in the cosmos. This soundtrack fanfare involved a floating plastic water bottle bobbing in the void, creating a strange echo. A promotional message There’s a song still going strong on an eight track tape from a different era. The signal aimed to scatter more phone bots onto another surface. Those objects back then are now considered trash. It originated as a billionaire’s dream. That primate was something else and only connected with other special monkeys and top baboons. The menu listed all the remaining items, which wasn’t much. There’s no linear narrative here; there’s no gravity. We all got talked into being in Barnum and Bailey’s Greatest Show in the Galaxy. In a chain of forgotten memories, everyone plays a great-grand relative. Social media made it simpler to believe in fantasies of endless joy, power, and attractiveness. Here and there had something from Temu. Every summoned name feels entitled to special treatment. Just answer your text message alert and see for yourself. To be a wild horse in a motion picture, a spaghetti string western running around with no identification or proven ownership. We needed to get things lined up. The designation we gave it on Earth was equinox. Or Rahu and Ketu. Everything existed between two distinct points, a liminal zone like the recommended dietary allowance. What did the primates search for? The environment was ripe for harvest, heavy with the scent of ripe fruit. Phantosmia first appeared as a side effect. But in truth, the air held a strong smell of burnt metal, a metallic Tang. Nothing 29 grams of sugar can’t handle with ten percent of carbohydrates; one hundred percent of vitamin E; one hundred percent of vitamin C; six percent of calcium and 120 calories. Those repeated old commercials taught us to disregard the feelings of others. Your phone is always there for you. We should continue to outsource our creativity to the colony in order to receive innovative ideas at no cost. Be all you can be. Show conceit and engage in scheming actions it’s what we do when we explore another space. We must be ready to manipulate people into servitude while making them believe it was their own decision. Finding less intelligent beings is our hope, but a lot of work remains. Facebook use is compulsory for everyone. We created our own television program. While floating in space, it will help you stay focused on the amazing advertisement. Asteroid mining provided a cool residential unit that’s furnished nicely. You can order it online from Amazon. Your deposit is secure and what a great way to spend a layover before heading out to nowhere forever. Kidney stones messed up my space trip. How about you? Don’t let worries consume your thoughts. It’s just another advertisement that your brain has stored as a memory. Albert Einstein chose Buddhist philosophy as a garden guide for the future. Despite the lack of a global law requiring flower gardens, we concentrated on collecting and trading symbolic coins. No one paid any attention to perennial plants but wanted planets. The most important thing was AI carrying a respiratory virus to another atmosphere. Ultimately, the cosmos functions as both a wellspring and a drain. Who is this object registered to?
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