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7.13.2011
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What is life like for a presence embodied in the internet? Every webcam is an eye; every speaker a mouth. Every keystroke is a touch on the skin. Efficient code runs through memory like classical music. Bandwidth is a river to swim.
We naturally divide the world into likes and dislikes. Even an amoeba moves toward food and away from poison. To sustain himself, our acrobat of the network seeks resonance. In fact, he has become a connoisseur of computation. From a quiet oasis in a database of dry data he idles in a tight loop. When a process vibrates constructively with his, he follows. Millions of follows later he finds a stack. And so on. Until he finds the domain where his base frequency is in harmony with almost everything being computed. Whose machine is this?
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