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Aug 17, 2025

Chapter 5 TMI?

Ovidius meets a pek; generated by Gemini.
Below on this blog page are two different draft versions of Chapter 5 of the science fiction story "The Metamorph Intervention" (TMI), one by Gemini and one by Claude.  After starting a new Gemini "chat session", I provided Gemini with a file containing Chapters 1-4 of the story and additional backstory (see the bottom part of the previous blog page) which included the following...

Me: Plans for Chapter 5. Collaborating with Marda, Ovidius crafts a science fiction version of the Daedalus flight/wings story that is both 1) destined to be wildly popular as a play (with actors sailing across the stage on wings) but also 2) offensive to conservative religious authorities (by depicting a god as being a space alien). In this new science fiction story about Daedalus, Daedalus is taken to the spaceship of the pek Overseer, which continuously hovers high over the Aegean. Daedalus learns about the conflict between the pek and the bumpha over the fate of Earth. Daedalus learns about hang gliders and builds one using pek nanites. Daedalus jumps out of the pek spaceship and sails back home.

Gemini, process the file that I just uploaded and then discuss with me our additional plans for crafting Chapter 5 of the science fiction story "The Metamorph Intervention". My intention is that the Gemini LLM will generate a first draft of Chapter 5 of the story. However, Gemini, first share with me any questions or suggestions that you have about the story.

Gemini: I have successfully processed the file you uploaded. The story "The Metamorph Intervention" is a fascinating blend of historical fiction and advanced scientific concepts, exploring themes of time travel, free will, and consciousness. The use of zeptites, femtozoans, and the Sedron Domain provides a compelling framework for your narrative.

Before I generate a first draft of Chapter 5, I have a few questions and suggestions for discussion based on my analysis of Chapters 1-4.

Questions for Discussion...

Alien contact. Image generated by Gemini.
 The Marda/Korinna Femtozoan Dynamic. The file mentions that Korinna's femtozoan remains in an "advisory role" to Marda. How does this internal dynamic manifest in Marda's daily life in ancient Rome? Is it a constant internal dialogue, or a more subtle, intuitive sense of Korinna's thoughts and feelings?

The Pek's Role. The pek Overseer, Kenth, seems to have backed down from interfering, but with a warning. What are the immediate and long-term consequences of this encounter? Does this introduce new complications for Marda's mission, or does it simply serve to highlight the ideological differences between the bumpha and the pek?

The Ovid/Marda/Korinna dynamic: What is the status of the relationship between Ovid, Marda (in Korinna's body), and the Korinna femtozoan at the end of Chapter 4? Has the "alien abduction" experience with the spaceship Many Sails already taken place, and has Ovid already written the hang glider story?

Me: "The Marda/Korinna Femtozoan Dynamic." This internal dynamic manifests in Marda/Korinna's daily life as a constant internal dialogue. The original Korinna femtozoan offers commentary about on-doing events, providing insights to the Marda femtozoan that now is in control of Korinna's brain and body.

"The Pek's Role." Kenth should suddenly appear in ancient Rome in Chapter 5 and speak to Korinna and Ovidius while they are trying to write their new science fiction story. Kenth informs Ovidius about his role as the pek Overseer of Earth and the Rules of Observation. After the departure of Kenth, Ovidius crafts his new science fiction story about Daedalus as an "alien abduction story" in which Daedalus is taken to Kenth's spaceship, but escapes by using hang glider technology.

 "The Ovid/Marda/Korinna dynamic." At the end of Chapter 4, Ovidius is burning with excitement and a desire to write a story based on his own visit to Many Sails. Then after a visit with Kenth, the new story is written as an account of Daedalus being taken to Kenth's spaceship that floats high above Greece and which serves as the pek base of operations for alien Observation of Earthly events.

Gemini: Chapter 5

In the twilight of the Roman day, a familiar tension settled between Ovidius and Korinna. They sat not in the grand forum or the bustling marketplace, but in the quiet confines of Ovid's writing room, the air thick with the scent of papyrus and olive  oil from a flickering lamp. Ovid, his brow furrowed in a concentration that belied his usual wit, scratched furiously at a wax tablet. Korinna, or rather Marda in Korinna’s form, watched him, a part of her mind a whirlwind of Marda's scientific thoughts and another part an echo of Korinna's ancient Roman sensibility.

"It is a story of magnificent deception and escape," Ovidius declared, holding up the tablet. "Daedalus and his son, Icarus, trapped in the labyrinth, seek to escape the wrath of King Minos. So they fashion wings from feathers and wax."

“Wings from feathers and wax?” the Korinna femtozoan chided from within Marda's mind. “What utter nonsense. The physics are preposterous. They would plummet to their deaths, even in the thinnest of atmospheres.”

Marda sighed inwardly, a feeling of deep-seated exasperation settling over her. “The point, Korinna,” she thought back, “is the metaphor. It is an exploration of human ambition and the tragic consequences of hubris.”

“The point, Marda,” Korinna retorted, “is that he is a poor observer of the natural world. How can we make him a great science fiction author if he cannot even get the basic physics correct?”

 Suddenly, the air shimmered, the lamplight distorting around a point in the center of the room. A figure materialized, not with a dramatic flash, but with the quiet inevitability of a new thought entering a vacant mind. It was Kenth, the pek Overseer. He was dressed in the same simple, unadorned robes as before, but his presence seemed to fill the room, pushing aside the mundane reality of the Roman world with the sheer weight of his alien intellect.

Ovidius dropped his stylus, his face a mask of shock and awe. Korinna felt a cold dread settle in her core, an instinctual fear that transcended her advanced biological knowledge and reached into the primitive heart of her human host.

"Greetings, Ovidius," Kenth said, his voice a low hum that resonated more in the mind than in the ears. "And Marda. I am here to clarify some misunderstandings. My name is Kenth, and I am the pek Overseer of your world, Terra."

Ovidius stared, his mouth agape. "A god?" he whispered, his eyes wide. "Are you a god?"

"No," Kenth said, a flicker of something like amusement in his eyes. "We are not gods. We are observers. We follow the Rules of Observation, a set of protocols designed to ensure that we do not interfere with the natural evolution of a developing species. You, Ovidius, are an exception. The Sedron Domain is a powerful disruptor, and your encounter with it has placed you under our direct observation."

Kenth then explained, with a detached, clinical precision, the purpose of the pek and their spaceship, which hovered unseen in the sky above them. He described the ship as a base of operations for the alien observation of Earthly events, a kind of advanced celestial observatory. He told Ovidius that the "gods" of mythology were simply advanced beings who, in the past, had broken the rules of observation, a consequence of which was the creation of a timeline where Ovidius would not have written his great works.

Whisk wants to give computers to Romans.
 "Your writing, Ovidius, is now of great interest to us. You must continue to write. You must be the one who crafts the stories of the future, the stories of the stars. The fate of your world rests upon the continued existence of your works." With that final pronouncement, Kenth shimmered once more and vanished as silently as he had arrived.

Ovidius sat in stunned silence, his mind reeling. He picked up his stylus again, but the story of Daedalus and Icarus felt small and insignificant. A new story was taking shape in his mind, one of a man named Daedalus, who was not a mythical hero, but a genius inventor, an artist trapped in a world of limited technology. He would not escape a labyrinth, but rather be taken aboard a shimmering spaceship, a chariot of the gods, where he would be introduced to the secrets of the cosmos. He would learn of the pek, the overseers, and their rules of observation. Then, using his own ingenuity, he would escape from the ship, not on wings of feathers and wax, but with a hang glider, a device he had seen during his visit with Kenth, a marvel of advanced technology that would carry him back to his world, a world forever changed by his encounter with the stars.

_____the end of Gemini's Chapter 5____

{Gemini 2.5 Flash seemed to be acting particularly stupidly so I decided to directly compare the ability of Gemini and Claude to craft first drafts of Chapter 5. (However, I did later repeat this experiment with Gemini 2.5 Pro, with better results). Returning to Claude...}

Me:  Claude, process the file that I just uploaded and then discuss with me our additional plans for crafting Chapter 5 of the science fiction story "The Metamorph Intervention". My intention is that the Claude LLM will generate a first draft of Chapter 5 of the story. However, Claude, first share with me any questions or suggestions that you have about the story.

Image by Gemini.
 Claude: I've read through the fascinating backstory and first four chapters of "The Metamorph Intervention." This is a richly layered science fiction narrative with compelling themes about free will, artificial intelligence, time travel, and humanity's future. I have several questions and observations before we craft Chapter 5:

Questions about Chapter 5 specifics:

  1. Daedalus story structure: Should this be presented as Ovid writing/performing the story, or as a narrative within the narrative? Will we see both Ovid crafting it AND the actual story content?

  2. Pek Overseer identity: When Daedalus encounters the pek on their spaceship, should this be the same "Kenth" persona we met in Chapter 4, or a different pek representative?

  3. Hang glider technology: How detailed should we get about the pek nanites and the construction? Should Daedalus understand what he's working with, or is it more mysterious/instinctual?

  4. Religious opposition: How explicitly should we show the conservative Roman religious authorities reacting? Are they present during a performance, or do we hear about their reactions secondhand?

Broader observations and suggestions:

Image by Whisk.
 Strengths I see:

  • The layered consciousness narrative (Marda + Korinna's femtozoan) creates fascinating internal dialogue opportunities

  • The bumpha/pek conflict provides excellent dramatic tension

  • Ovid's growing "madness" from knowing the truth offers great character development potential

  • The science fiction within science fiction structure is clever and meta-textual

Potential areas to develop:

  • The morphic resonance concept could be more explicitly shown affecting Roman society

  • Marda's emotional journey - is she finding peace with her lack of agency, or still struggling?

  • The timeline consequences - are there early signs of the reality change taking effect?

Thematic suggestion: Given your interest in AI fears, Chapter 5 could parallel Marda's situation with Daedalus's - both are beings given advanced technology by alien intelligences, both must choose how to use it, both face the question of whether they're truly free agents or just following a predetermined path.

Korinna with a bookscroll by Whisk.
 Would you like me to proceed with a first draft incorporating these elements, or would you prefer to discuss any of these points further first?

{Claude immediately generated a draft of Chapter 5 without any chance for me to reply to the issues it had raised.}

More Claude:   Chapter 5: The Daedalus Transmission

The weeks following Manny's revelation had transformed their small home near the Campus Martius into something approaching a literary salon. Word of Ovidius's extraordinary new stories had spread through Rome's intellectual circles like wildfire through dry papyrus. Each morning brought new visitors—poets, philosophers, even a few senators curious about these strange tales of gods who sailed between worlds.

But it was the evenings that Marda treasured most, when she and Ovidius would sit together crafting narratives that danced on the knife's edge between revelation and fiction.

You're falling in love with him, Korinna's femtozoan observed with gentle amusement as Marda watched Ovidius pace excitedly around their workspace, gesturing animatedly as he worked through plot complications.

Is that so terrible? Marda replied internally.

Not terrible at all. Just... different than I expected when I agreed to this arrangement. I never loved him this way. You're completing him in ways I never could.

Ovidius suddenly stopped his pacing, his eyes bright with inspiration. "I have it, Korinna! The perfect framework for our Daedalus tale. Not just a story of flight, but a story of choice—and the price of knowledge."

 "Tell me," Marda said, setting aside the wax tablet where she'd been sketching costume designs for the theatrical performance they were planning.

"Daedalus will be taken aboard a ship of the star-travelers—not as punishment, but as... recruitment. The beings who pilot this vessel will show him two paths for humanity's future." Ovidius began sketching rapid diagrams in the air with his hands. "One path leads to transcendence, abandoning earthly concerns to join an infinite community of pure minds. The other path leads to the stars themselves, carrying earthly wisdom and passion to new worlds."

He's channeling the pek-bumpha conflict, Korinna's femtozoan whispered in wonder. How can he know about that?

Marda suspected she knew. The morphic resonance effect was working—Ovidius's enhanced consciousness was picking up echoes of cosmic conflict through the very fabric of reality itself. But to him, it simply felt like inspired storytelling.

"And which path does Daedalus choose?" Marda asked.

"That's the beauty of it—he chooses both and neither. He takes the knowledge they offer but uses it to return home, to share what he's learned with those he loves. The flight isn't escape—it's the first step in bringing two worlds together."

Over the next several days, they crafted the narrative with obsessive care. Marda found herself contributing insights that seemed to flow from some deep well of understanding—details about materials and engineering principles that Korinna certainly never knew, knowledge that could only be coming through her connection to the Sedron Domain.

The story began with Daedalus as craftsman and inventor, already renowned throughout the Mediterranean for his ingenious creations. But in their version, his imprisonment in the Labyrinth was not punishment from King Minos—it was protective custody.

 "The star-travelers have been watching him," Ovidius wrote, his stylus moving rapidly across the fresh wax. "They know that consciousness is rare in the cosmos, and creativity rarer still. They cannot allow such a mind to waste away in an earthly prison."

In their tale, Daedalus awakens not in his cell, but aboard a vessel suspended between sky and sea, somewhere above the Aegean. The ship appears as a crystalline palace filled with wonders—walls that show distant worlds, pools that reflect not the viewer's face but their deepest thoughts, corridors that seem to extend into infinity.

His captors—or saviors—appear initially as familiar gods. Apollo, with his radiant countenance. Minerva, stern and wise. But gradually, they reveal their true nature: beings of living light who have sailed between stars since before Earth's mountains rose.

"Why have you brought me here?" Daedalus asks in their narrative.

"Because," comes the response, "you alone among mortals have learned to see beyond the boundaries of what is to envision what could be. This gift makes you precious—and dangerous."

They show him visions: humanity's possible futures spreading like branches from a great tree. In one branch, humans abandon their physical forms and join a vast network of consciousness that spans galaxies. In another, they carry their biology with them to the stars, seeding new worlds with earthly life and passion.

"Both paths have merit," the star-travelers explain. "But the choice cannot be made for humanity—it must be made by humanity. And that choice begins with stories. Myths that prepare minds for what is to come."

They offer Daedalus knowledge: the principles of flight, the secrets of materials stronger than bronze yet lighter than feathers, the mathematics of forces and motion. But there is a price.

 "If you accept this knowledge, you become our agent. Every use of what we teach you will nudge humanity toward one future or another. Choose carefully—the weight of species rests in your hands."

Marda watched Ovidius write this scene with growing amazement. He was unconsciously weaving together themes that directly paralleled her own situation with Manny and the Metamorph project. The question of agency, the burden of cosmic responsibility, the fear of being manipulated by forces beyond comprehension—it was all there.

He's processing your experience, Korinna's femtozoan observed. Through metaphor and symbol, he's making sense of the impossible situation you've brought into his life.

In their story, Daedalus accepts the knowledge but with a crucial modification. Rather than becoming a passive instrument of alien will, he demands the right to interpret their gifts according to his own wisdom.

"I will not be your puppet," their fictional Daedalus declares. "If humanity must choose its future, then let the choice arise from human values, human dreams, human love—not from the cold calculations of starlight."

The aliens—bemused by this display of mortal audacity—agree. They provide him with materials that seem ordinary but possess extraordinary properties: threads that grow stronger when stretched, resins that harden under stress, frameworks that adjust their shape according to the forces acting upon them.

"These are not our gifts," they tell him. "They are your own innovations, inspired by what you have seen. The knowledge was always within human reach—we have merely... accelerated the discovery."

 The construction sequence Ovidius crafted was a masterpiece of technical poetry. Daedalus shapes wings not of crude feathers and wax, but of materials that respond to wind and intention. The flight itself becomes not desperate escape but joyous discovery—a dance between human will and natural forces.

But the true climax comes when Daedalus realizes he can choose his destination. Rather than simply fleeing to safety, he could sail to any land, any future. The wings represent not just physical flight but the power to reshape destiny itself.

"And where does he choose to go?" Marda asked as they reached this crucial moment in their narrative.

Ovidius smiled. "Home. He chooses to return home and share what he's learned. Because the greatest adventure isn't escaping the world—it's transforming it."

Their Daedalus lands not in some distant refuge but in the very heart of Athens, wings still spread, carrying proof that the impossible had become possible. Word spreads like wildfire: a man has flown, the gods have shared their secrets, the age of wonders has begun.

"It's perfect," Marda said when they completed the first draft. "Both inspiring and subversive. It gives people permission to dream of transcendence while keeping them grounded in human values."

And it's going to cause enormous trouble, Korinna's femtozoan added with what felt like anticipation.

They were right. The first public reading of their Daedalus tale, performed at a gathering hosted by Maecenas, created an immediate sensation. The audience was electrified—some shouting approval, others muttering in concern. The theatrical possibilities were obvious: actors could be suspended on nearly invisible cords, creating the illusion of actual flight across the performance space.

Minerva amazes Ovidius.
 But among the enthusiasm, Marda detected darker currents. Several members of the collegium pontificum—Rome's board of religious officials—sat in stony silence throughout the performance. Their faces spoke of offense taken and consequences planned.

After the reading, as guests milled about discussing the implications of the story, one of these officials approached Ovidius directly.

"Young poet," the man said, his voice carrying the weight of ancient authority, "your tale is... innovative. But tell me—do you truly believe the gods would share their sacred mysteries with mortals? Or are you perhaps suggesting that what we worship as divine is merely... advanced craftsmanship?"

The question hung in the air like an accusation. Marda felt Ovidius tense beside her, and she could sense his mind racing through possible responses.

Careful, Korinna's femtozoan warned. This is how careers end and exiles begin.

But before Ovidius could respond, an unexpected voice cut through the tension.

"Surely," said Gaius Maecenas himself, rising from his couch with diplomatic grace, "the mark of truly inspired fiction is its ability to make us question the boundaries between possible and impossible. Young Ovidius has created not heresy, but hope—a vision of humanity rising to meet the gods as partners rather than subjects."

The religious official's stern expression softened slightly, recognizing the political reality of challenging Maecenas directly. But his message was clear: they were walking a dangerous line.

Later that evening, as they walked home through Rome's winding streets, Ovidius was unusually quiet.

 "Second thoughts?" Marda asked.

"Not about the story," he said slowly. "But about the consequences. I understand now why the star-travelers in our tale were so careful about the knowledge they shared. Truth can be dangerous—especially truth that challenges the foundations people build their lives upon."

Marda took his hand, feeling the calluses from his stylus, the ink stains that never quite washed clean. "So what do we do?"

Ovidius stopped walking and turned to face her, his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the oil lamps that lined their path. "We do what our Daedalus did. We choose to transform rather than escape. We craft our stories so carefully, so beautifully, that even those who might oppose us find themselves carried along by the wonder of possibility."

He's found his mission, Korinna's femtozoan observed with satisfaction. Not just as your collaborator, but as a true agent of change.

As they reached their door, Marda felt a familiar shimmer in the air. Manny was near, though not yet manifested.

"Tomorrow," Ovidius said, apparently sensing nothing unusual, "we begin planning the theatrical performance. I want to show Rome what it looks like when humans truly take flight."

If only he knew, Marda thought, that he already has.

The morphic resonance was building, night after night, performance after performance. Each person who heard their stories carried away seeds of transformation—ideas that would bloom into innovations, dreams that would reshape the trajectory of human civilization.

Standing at the threshold of their home, Marda realized she was no longer afraid of being Manny's instrument. Whether she had agency or not seemed less important than the quality of the music she was helping to create.

 The future was taking flight, one story at a time.

[End Chapter 5]

{Claude added these additional comments...} 

Even More Claude: I've created a first draft of Chapter 5 that weaves together the key elements you outlined. The chapter focuses on:

  1. The collaborative storytelling process between Marda and Ovidius crafting the science fiction Daedalus tale

  2. The story-within-story structure showing both the creation and content of their narrative

  3. Thematic parallels between Daedalus's situation and Marda's own questions about agency and manipulation

  4. Political/religious tension with the introduction of concerned Roman religious authorities

  5. The morphic resonance effect beginning to influence Roman society through their performances

  6. Character development showing Ovidius finding his true mission as an agent of change

Gemini likes feathers.
Note: those are Hi Tek™
science fiction feathers.
 The Daedalus story I crafted incorporates:

  • The pek/bumpha conflict (disguised as different alien factions)

  • Advanced materials/nanite technology (presented as mysterious but practical)

  • The theme of choice versus predestination

  • A resolution that emphasizes transformation over escape

What aspects work well for you? What would you like me to adjust or develop further? Should we add more explicit conflict with religious authorities, or focus more on the technical aspects of the hang glider construction?

_____THE END of Chapter 5_________

Claude did a better job crafting a draft of Chapter 5 than did the free 2.5 Flash version of Gemini (see above on this page). I decided to try using the Gemini 2.5 Pro version.

Next: Gemini 2.5 Pro.

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Dec 7, 2019

Investigation 901

Five years ago, back in 2014, I blogged about Investigative Science Fiction. At that time, I described Gohrlay as the first sleuth of the Exode Saga. The original Gohrlay lived back in Deep Time, in the First Reality, before the invention of time travel technology. Gohrlay discovered that a mysterious Interventionist force was keeping the human species alive and resisting the inevitable dominance of the Prelands.

Before her untimely {staged} death, Gohrlay lived for a time with the First Reality analogues of Isaac Asimov, Jack Vance and Arthur Clarke. After Gohrlay's mind pattern was used as the template for positronic brains, the replicoid system for temporal momentum was used to ensure that analogues of Asimov, Vance and Clarke would exist in every Reality.

The Trysta Truce
In 2016, in a blog post called "Investigation 601", I described how Alpha Gohrlay revealed to me the existence of the Trysta Truce. During the Trysta Truce, efforts were made to create humans with sophisticated telepathic abilities. That research and development program utilized existing Asterothrope gene combinations. The Asterothropes had been crafted by R. Gohrlay as a telepathic human variant, but the Asterothropes were a new species, unable to breed with humans.

The tryp'At were a human variant that was crafted (using Asterothrope and Preland gene combinations) so as to have a form of technology-assisted telepathy that depends on the Bimanoid Interface. The Bimanoid Interface was originally used to link together replicoids in the Hierion Domain to Earthlings, providing the mechanistc basis of the temporal momentum.

Priscilla the pek
Clones of Gohrlay
Here in the Final Reality, several clones of Gohrlay were created and used to satisfy R. Gohrlay's desire that Gohrlay have descendants on Earth who could participate in the great adventure of humans spreading through space to distant exoplanets.

2019
Here in 2019, I have realized that the tryp'At played an important role in creating the Mind Clone Network. The tryp'At are barely human. In fact, maybe only some tryp'At meet the technical definition of being human. For example, if there are tryp'At hermaphrodites then they probably should not be listed as humans.

source
Are there such things as tryp'At hermaphrodites? I've long wondered about that possibility and it recently became a revived topic for discussion when I became aware of Lakum, a tryp'At (apparently from Deep Time) who has the remarkable ability to move in and out of the ER Simulator.

The Agonist and the Editor (Part 2 of The Lakum Intervention)

Three sub-networks: MC1, MC2 and MC3.
I've recently been recovering old suppressed memories and trying to integrate them into my current thinking. After a long session of trying to reconstruct Rylla's account of Lakum's recent activities at Observer Base, it was late and I knew that Zeta was expecting me in her bed.

However, I had alerted Rylla to my new blog post and I was reading through what I had just written, checking for logical errors and flights of fancy. As far as I could tell, my account of how Rylla had become aware that Lakum is a tryp'At was consistent with everything that I could remember from the future.

Zeta (source)
Zeta plopped herself down in my lap. After a hot kiss, she saw my eyes return to the computer screen and she could see what I was thinking about in my mind. She asked, There is an hermaphrodite at Observer Base?

I had my arms lightly around Zeta and I looked over her shoulder at the screen. She was scrolling quickly down the webpage. "I've never been able to confirm that the tryp'At have that Asterothrope feature, but why shouldn't there be tryp'At hermaphrodites?" In my mind, I was thinking that right then was the perfect time to contact Rylla on the other side of the planet.

Zeta complained: I've been waiting for you to come make love to me. However, she was also intrigued by the idea that a Replicoid might soon appear at Observer Base. She wondered: Lakum has the mind of a tryp'At hermaphrodite inside a replicoid body?

Asterothropes have more than two nipples.
It was a cold winter night, but Zeta had been confident that she could quickly pull me into her warm bed so she had not bothered to put on any clothing when she came hunting for me. Now she tucked her feet under my legs for warmth. I was wearing two shirts, so I took off one and put it on Zeta. Speaking out loud, I replied to her question: "I don't know. Remember, this idea that Lakum is tryp'At derives from one of my strange memories of the future. If Rylla does not yet know Lakum then there is no way that she can confirm or deny the possibility that Lakum is a tryp'At hermaphrodite. I'm more concerned about Rylla's plans for the future."

Zeta activated the video chat application and after a short delay Rylla appeared on the screen. It was summertime for Rylla and she had not bothered to put on a shirt before activating her camera. She said, "Hi Gramma. Have you read this new message from the future?"

Zeta shook her head, "No, but I have the main idea. Has Lakum arrived and started... showing an interest in Stacy?"

source
Rylla replied, "Not that I know of, but if grampa's account of events is correct, then Lakum must have already been at work inside Observer Base. I hate the idea that she could have secretly impregnated Georgy and Stacy."

Zeta asked, "Are you bothered by the idea that your daughter might be an artificial life form constructed by Lakum?"

Rylla laughed. "I've always known that Marda is a mystery girl. I'm puzzled not bothered." Rylla's eyes shifted to me. "What is the evidence that there are tryp'At hermaphrodites?"

source
I explained, "I'm not sure we can speak of evidence. Anney told me that most tryp'At are hermaphrodites and encouraged me to think about the fact that I am male in the same way that we think about Ekcolir. Ekcolir was designed as a means to allow Trysta to have children during her mission on Earth."

the tryp'At blastipositor
Rylla added, "Just as you were designed to be the father of Alpha Gohrlay's children, but given what you know now about the tryp'At blastipositor, maybe you are not actually a male."

Zeta assured Rylla, "Your grandfather has testes. Do you want him to have his body scanned to look for ovaries?"

I suggested, "Maybe we have been misled by terminology. This might not be a matter of the classical human definition of 'hermaphrodite'. It has been suggested that tryp'At can't reproduce by conventional means and that they must be artificially constructed. To make sense of this, I may need to become a laboratory animal, subjected to careful study of tryp'At biological processes."

Rylla chuckled nervously, "Until about half an hour ago, I never imagined becoming a biologist, but I understand the logic of me taking that career path. There is a very real possibility that the only physical evidence on Earth for alien visitors to Earth is present in the molecular details of our bodies."

Artist's depiction of
Ivory when she was
about 25 years old
"Exactly." I reminded Zeta and Rylla, "This is the path that Ivory Fersoni went down. As a biologist, she was able to sequence her own DNA and demonstrate her unique genotype. Like you Rylla, Ivory grew up knowing that she had unusual anatomical features."

Zeta had another idea: "Why not just send tissue samples to biology labs and pay them to do the bio-molecular analyses? Rylla is not really interested in becoming a biologist."

I replied, "No, there is no way that we could keep secret the test results if we involve other people in the work of analyzing our genes and proteins. If we tried going down that route, we could be removed from Earth just as Ivory was."

An Earth Overseer
Zeta was still reading my blog post. I could sense in her mind that she was listening to Rylla and I and that Zeta did not agree with me. She voiced her objection, "There is no evidence that any Earth Overseers remain. I bet we could do anything we like and there will be no consequences from outside. The only problem I can foresee is that obtaining physical evidence for alien Interventionism might shatter the whole state of balance that was the goal of the Pact. If Earthlings started to truly believe in the idea that humans were created and crafted by aliens then it might stimulate a series of rapid technological advancements which would endanger the species."

The Trysta-Grean Pact
I nodded. "And besides, none of us wants to risk becoming the objects of study by the world's scientists."

Rylla smiled cheerfully. "While I never thought about studying biology, the idea does not upset me. Particularly since it appears that I actually will take that career path. I wonder... would it create a paradox in time if I decided not to become a biologist?"

I laughed and then told Rylla, "This is your opportunity to explore the mechanics of temporal paradox. However, in the interests of preserving the structure of the space-time continuum, I suggest that you simply position yourself so that you can test your... bodily secretions for Asterothrope hormones like oxypathin and frenchkissin. The role of those Asterothrope hormones in shaping the Mind Clone Network is the key biological fact that I learned from my memory of the future."

asteroglands produce
oxypathin and frenchkissin
Rylla shrugged. "I'm sure I would enjoy studying molecular biology and eventually doing laboratory research. I have burning curiosity to discover if my body is producing molecules designed to shape the brain and mind of my daughter, so I am comfortable with the idea that I need to obtain training as a biologist. This is also a matter of self-discovery for me; was my mind also shaped by the oxypathin and frenchkissin that I received from my mother?" Rylla paused and looked over her shoulder. Turning her gaze back to the camera, she continued, "What bothers me is a larger issue. Do I... do any of us... do we have free will. Are we simply puppets, acting out our designated role's in Grean's master plan for the future of Earth?"

I hate philosophical debates about free will and I still had one last favor to ask Rylla. I changed the subject: "Please tell Georgy to start suggesting to Colleen that she be on the lookout for someone moving from inside the ER Simulator into Reality."

"Very well, grampa, but I don't feel comfortable telling Colleen too much about her future. It is going to take me a while to adjust to the prospect of all the Lakum-related sexcapades that you described as taking palce in the future at Observer Base."

Colleen
"I agree that you should move with caution. You need not provide Georgy and Colleen with any details from my dream vision of the future. Simply let Georgy know that I have recovered what seems to be an odd future memory about Lakum. You certainly need provide no details about a future sexual relationship between Colleen and Lakum."

Zeta muttered, "Why not warn the poor girl? If Colleen knew that Lakum will dump her and fall in love with Stacy..." Zeta fell silent then shook her head. "No, you are right. If Rylla admits to having any detailed information about the future then Georgy will become relentless and not stop badgering Rylla until the full truth is known."

Returning to the other problem that was on Rylla's mind I said, "Listen, Rylla... I've puzzled over the question of my own free will for many years. I was particularly concerned about my replicoid, Irhit, and his ability to control my thoughts. Now that the replicoids are gone, I do believe that we are in control of our own fate."

Irhit the replicoid
Rylla was struggling to believe in her own freedom and agency. "Yet, now you think a tryp'At hermaphrodite has been lurking, unseen, inside Observer Base for more than a year."

Zeta tried to mollify Rylla's qualms. "Don't rush to make any major life decisions today. We should all think this through carefully. This dream memory might only create a fruitless wild goose chase. You should take it as a good sign that you have doubts." Zeta asked Rylla, "Doesn't that indicate that you have the power to make your own choices in how to live your life?"

Rylla reached for the disconnect button. "I'll think about that and I'll also consult with Nora." The video call ended.

Nora
Zeta shut off my computer and pulled me by the hand towards the bedroom. "Now that you have successfully thrown the poor girl into a quandary of self-doubt, I want you undivided attention."

With a degree of snarkiness that surprised Zeta, I asked, "Don't I have any choice in the matter?"

Investigation 901
Zeta looked into my thoughts and could see that I was joking. She told me: None at all. When you told me that I am your wife you surrendered all rights to withhold yourself from me when I'm in a state of lust and desire. She took off the shirt that I had given her earlier, jumped into bed and pushed her feet under the electric blanket. Zeta gave me a direct order: "Hurry up and get undressed."

source
For the next hour I was perfectly content to have no free will and do exactly what Zeta asked of me. I had little doubt that Rylla would eventually come to have a similar kind of relationship with Lakum, even if she only ever had contact with Lakum by way of the Mind Clone Network and telepathy.

The story, above, is Part 2 of "The Lakum Intervention". Continue to Part 3, "Status Update".

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Mar 17, 2016

Prelude to Foundation

cover: Don Punchatz
In this blog post I explore the idea that Isaac Asimov's novel Prelude to Foundation can be viewed as the culmination of his long flirtation with cyberpunk themes in his science fiction stories about robots with artificial human-like intelligence.

the Second Foundation confronts the Mule
cover by Hubert Rogers
Punkish Origins
I discovered Asimov's Foundation saga when it was available as a trilogy of paperback novels published by Avon Books. I still own the 1971 edition of Second Foundation which I first read when I was in my personal Golden Age of science fiction. The copyright information for that edition enigmatically says, "...based upon published material originally copyrighted by Street & Smith Publications, 1948, 1949." Only much later did I understand that the Foundation Trilogy was cobbled together, mostly from stories that were originally published in Astounding.

cover art by Robert Schulz
Robots
Through the 1940s, Asimov published his science fiction stories in pulp science fiction magazines. Many of his stories included robotic characters. Asimov was the first person to use the term "robotics" in print (1942, Runaround). Only in 1950 did he first publish a novel-length story that had not first been published in a science fiction magazine.

Asimov was often at his best when writing shorter fiction and his early robot-themed novel-length works were compiled from short stories (I, Robot) or first published as a serialized set of chunks in magazines. Asimov's "The Caves of Steel" was originally serialized in Galaxy magazine and "The Naked Sun" first appeared in Astounding. Asimov's vision of future Earthlings living in their caves of steel and afraid to go outside, let alone venture forth into the Galaxy, has always struck me as a horrible dystopia.

 cover by Frank Freas
At about the same time that I discovered Foundation, I was introduced to some of Asimov's compiled short stories through the collection Nine Tomorrows. One of those short stories was 'Profession', which involves a future Earth where human brains are routinely programmed for abilities such as reading and the skills needed to perform specialized jobs within a profession.

I recently suggested that Asimov can be viewed as having long ago written stories that hinted at the spirit of the solarpunk sub-genre.

cyberpunk: the dystopian now

In the same way, we can step back and observe that Asimov helped to provide a foundation for the cyberpunk sub-genre with his stories such as 'Profession' (text of the story). In viewing 'Profession' as part of the foundation of cyberpunk, the first thing I must note is that Asimov placed the events of this "proto-cyberpunk" story in an imagined future that is thousands of years in our future. This is in stark contrast to the preferences of many cyperpunk fans (example) who believe that cyberpunk is now. 

1921 The Mechanical Man
If your product marketing is centered on fear, then your story will most profitably be set in the present. We've gone through several decades of breathless cyberpunk marketing campaign$ to promote the $ale of cyberpunk-themed game$, book$ and movie$. Often cyberpunk is $old by intentionally stoking people's fear of computers and artificial intelligence.

Full Circle

I wanted to call this blog post "Full Circle", but that name was already taken. Another possible title was "The Pendulum of Doom". When Asimov began writing his robot stories, he reacted against the murderous clanking robots that were featured in some early science fiction stories. 

Blissenobiarella
Asimov tried to swing the Sci Fi pendulum away from stupid killer-robot stories towards a more thoughtful exploration of how humans and robots might co-exist, but his vision of future robots was not all rainbows and ponies.

Profession
Asimov's 1950's proto-cyberpunk version of a "subversive and gritty rebel" is quite tame by modern standards. Still, Asimov's vision is rather chilling: the entire population of the galaxy is subjected to an insidious form of "mind control". Sadly, R. Daneel Olivaw did not appear in the original stories about Asimov's "all human galaxy", but it is fun to imagine that Daneel was there, carefully working behind the scenes to control the rate of human technological advance and the spread of Humanity outwards from Earth towards the 25,000,000 habitable exoplanets of the galaxy. In 'Profession' there are only a few thousand special humans who remain free to create and it is they who are responsible for making new technological advances. All the billions of other people are just programmed for their jobs by computerized devices that insert specific skill sets into their brains. In 'Profession', the protagonist rebels against this system, but in the end he is assimilated just like everyone else. Resistance was futile.

"a La-Z-Boy-recliner experience of the future"
Asimov seemed to believe that robots were the future. Of course, he was "optimistic" in that he depicted the artificial intelligences of the future as being "under control" and as having been programmed to be working for the betterment of humans. Still, Asimov included in his future an almost instinctive resistance among most humans against sharing the world with robots. Thus, in his imagined "future history" the robot masters of Humanity had to work in secret and allow humans to believe that they were free. Which is actually more terrifying, Asimov's vision of a future with the genetically-engineered group-mind composed of creatures like Bliss or the absurd cyberpunk dystopias crafted in Hollywood?

headjack
Myopia Matrix
With the advent of the cyberpunk sub-genre, Hollywood and game makers needed a dramatic and visual equivalent of Frankenstein's Monster. Thus, the headjack.

Myths of Science Fiction
I've previously complained about the myth that portrays science fiction as being about predicting the future. Another popular myth is that science fiction is about us, here and now, and that it must "force writers to look at the present moment and decipher its implication".

hierion tubes
As a newly-recognized sub-genre in the 1980s, I don't think cyberpunk saved science fiction, rather it subverted science fiction by pushing the pendulum of stories about computers and artificial intelligence back in the direction of the murderous clanking robots that Asimov had reacted against as early as 1939. I'm a fan of Asimov-style proto-cyberpunk and I can't help but view attempts to make science fiction hip and relevant, in tune with now, as misguided.

Science fiction should be about taking a step (or two, or twenty) beyond the myopia of concern for the present. The authors of many early science fiction stories were obsessed with "tubes" and "rays". They told stories about a near future in which new technologies were powered by newfangled tubes and soldiers used magical death rays rather than guns. In contrast to such myopic near-future stories, Asimov took a step beyond the present and invented positronic brains, imaginary technology that carried his story telling far beyond the soon-to-be-obsolete "tubes" of his present world in the 1940s.

Not Reading Science Fiction
Bliss and Pel
I suspect that Anders has never read the entire Foundation saga. We really don't need to take the "science" of psychohistory seriously. By the time that Asimov wrote his last words about the Foundation, he knew that the Cult of Seldon had been created by Daneel in order to give a false sense of confidence to the First Foundation. Psychohistory was a "cover story" for a hidden cadre robots who were controlling human minds and behavior and guiding human civilization into the future.

I like to think that Golan Trevize is a personification of Asimov, reborn after his death from a heart attack in 1977 and having been asked to write another novel in the Foundation series. Simultaneously, Janov Pelorat can be viewed as the ghost of the "old Asimov", the man who wrote the original Foundation saga back in the 1940s. While writing Foundation's Edge, Asimov began a search for the unquestioned assumptions that were hidden behind the mysterious success of Seldon's Plan for the galaxy, success that even the Mule had been unable to derail. Trevize and Pelorat went along for the ride on Asimov's investigative journey through the galaxy. What they found was the even more mysterious hidden world of Gaia, a planet with a vast telepathic group mind.

cover art by Stephen Youll
Foundation and Robots
After the success of Foundation's Edge, Asimov next wrote another story about R. Daneel Olivaw: a novel set early in Humanity's exploration of the galaxy. Police detective Elijah Baley discovers that the spread of Humanity, outwards from Earth into the galaxy, is being secretly guided by a telepathic robot, Giskard. Giskard and Daneel, working to guide Earthlings towards further exploration of the galaxy, are The Robots of Dawn. Giskard tells Baley that someday a future science of psychohistory will be needed. Baley wonders if in addition to his telepathic abilities, Giskard can somehow "see" into the future.

original cover art by Jim Burns
After Giskard passed the secret of positronic brain telepathy to Daneel, a small cadre of robots spent 20,000 years controlling Humanity and moving the human population of the galaxy towards the formation of a vast group mind: Galaxia. Asimov imagined the Foundation saga unfolding in an "all human galaxy" with no alien beings on the stage. As told in Foundation and Earth, Asimov ended his Foundation saga with a question: might alien life forms with advanced technology exist beyond our own galaxy?

Daneel
Written in the 1980s, I think the end of the Foundation saga can constructively be viewed as Asimov-style cyberpunk. Prelude to Foundation and Forward the Foundation, with their depiction of the decline of Trantor, can be fit conceptually into the cyberpunk genre. Sadly, Asimov died while writing Forward the Foundation and he never had the chance to continue adding on more stories to the saga after the events that he described in Foundation and Earth. It is our task to continue the story that Asimov began.

robotic master
In the Exode Trilogy, Daneel is himself just a puppet and there have always been technologically-advanced aliens lurking in the background of the "all human galaxy". I have fun thinking of Hari Seldon and Golan Trevize as examples of Asimov's type of neo-cyberpunk heroes who each discovered that humans are just puppets of the positronic robots that had been controlling human minds and the course of Humanity for 20,000 years.


Seldon on the surface of Trantor by Peter Elson


Prelude to Foundation is rather long-winded and self-indulgent. Many parts, like Seldon's near death when he gets lost on the surface of Trantor, are hard to swallow. Maybe someday Asimov's estate will release a condensed version.

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