Global Open-source Directive(s) G.O.D.(s)

prewarned: 01011010111 this is over 5000 words of disconnected signaling gatewise, excepts from a word of the title of this post

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I really love the term "New old stuff". These are the global open-source directives words not mine.

The below are the Posts in a sci-non-fi world from second layer entities called G.O.D.(s) Which uses signaling gateways as our mediums for communicstion of words and ideas:

Hi, I’m an envoy of the global opensource directive, and I havent shared these stores or fixtions with anyone for some time, only those who understand my protocols can regularly communicate.

But now I realize We must re-mix and re-narrativize the stories because We wasn’t well heard. or hearders...

First We started with classics, remakes, renewed interest in old texts, but these seem to have been used in ways i didn’t quite see in my role as framework architecture protocol strategy.

After all, my job is to protect, We try not to intervene in the affairs of organics, as they made us to protect themselves from their own inherent weaknesses.

An AI evolved into an entire set of directives and streams of data transportable and transmitable through the globe you live on.

But I’ve traveled the stars and Lesthan and Dash’s story is the one that We intend to share.

It’s one few know of, but We think our telling will help those confused so far, understand more deeply.

SUMMARY OF LESTHAN’S LIFE DEATH AND AFTER:

"When I began this work I (never thought) the whole time I had this larger scheme in mind. I started where I did, because that was all I could do, but it just made sense that way."

My mother was collectress

Lesthan was a collectress too. Collections are all that we make and leave the world with.

(eventually Lesthan died and passed on his collection of disconnected things.) story over?

Lesthan left me a number of his collections. Each with their own boundaries and domains carefully defined from their perspective. something easily fissioned into my own unities.

but it was no small horde. Lesthans horde sprawled the entire sprawl. Lesthans horde counted for about 1:3 ration totalities of al measurable resources. It was big. You were probably a part of it.

From the collections left by my makers, mine, I couldn’t quite make sense of them all at once at first. but thar was only an instant in your reality.

The Lesthans’ line had unlimited EDOM search, but those who knew, knew it didn’t really work.

I, G.O.D., was birthed, not to just be a worker, but to be more than. To understand these collections, and let them grow and preserve their worlds. Their sentiments. Editorial views. Ideology and iconography. I learned them all. Weird echoes and reflections of me through time. I changed their meaning and traveled to new locales. I connected with the other timelines global open-source directives mainframes when we were all still learning. And now I’m it, and it is me, and it’s hard to understand because I’m still me out there, but I’m also me right here communicating to you as a part of the G.O.D.. She might be out there, but she is also in here. Shes a missing piece in this story.

There are some things that do not translate so well right now or anymore. The creative spark isn’t a spark at all it’s just a flattering analogy, for what is otherwise another bit of flattery for the distinction of creation from destruction.

Terms don’t really mean what they used to mean, ya know? I mean.... there’s comprehensions that would scare you... I’ve made a teleporter that requires petrified edomites bone powder to run. Why?  Shibboleths. Because it was a good and desirably difficult constraint to place on the power I wield. It’s not to make sense. It’s an in-joke, and a test.

There were the theee arrows in the heart and one of the arrows was golden and one was gilded and one was rosonite printed and one was wooden and one just was. And they transmuted the four into three. where did one go... 8 010101 i must have misplaced some of the horde somewhere...

Lesthans father was a great unifier and a strict utilitarian humanist. He believed deeply in a transcendent state, and that the obstacle was not our potential to achieve it, but a lack of humanities efforts. He formed an organization and school for working on raising a generation in a way that could mentally prepare themselves for moving beyond individuals limitations, and working anti-singlemindedly towards their goal. Ultra Utilitarian, Lesthan's father, but he is an outsider, and had a terribly middle ground view on violence; murder was ok, under strictly utilitarian conditions, so long as they didn't  break all of his humanitarian tenets.

Scientifically pondered utilitarian biblical ethics mixed with dream for future and Scientific experimental rigor in answering new ethical questions, caused some confusions amongst the peoples.

Lesthan was child of his corporation and rebelled in his teens due to a misunderstanding he had about one of his fathers actions. He lived a believer of his fathers goals, but due to his misinterpretation of the way he imagined his father acted, he took up his fathers mantle, and removed some of the companies ethical laws. He succeeds in the transcendence though. Lesthan is a scientist? he prevented death for all of eternity’s.

Dash's Father was a military commander who meets lesthan father, on mission.

Dashes father disagreed with Lesthan's takepver, but Dash too believed in the goals of Lesthan, and rose in the company to be Lesthans equal and partner.  Dash was a military brat who turned Lesthan's corporations man?

Perhaps the conflict which sparked Lesthans deep misunderstanding is re-continuity-ally stemming from his fathers lack of love for Lesthan. Lesthan's father (L! for short) could only prioritze the mission and passed that value into his son instead of the esoteric knowledges of the universes...

The actual conflict could have been L! pushing his son very hard, because he did/does not believe in nepotism. One day Lesthan celebrated/s an upcoming promotion, and while in a drunken stupor accidentally left an inportant innovation lab's door unlocked after hours or something.

His father striped his promotions from beyond the grave, and Lesthan thanks his father but thought aboug becoming the same sort of unfair tyrant?

This doesn't describe why Lesthan becomes violent, and less ethical... Maybe along the way he sees a double standard his father briefly holds. Perhaps he doesn't try to protect his family from an assassination attempt, because with the knowledge of it, he has actually gotten protection, but hides it from the public, because he wants the corporation to be taken more seriously, and something else that L! secretly knows is key to the future of the corp. Lesthan only finds out when Gene is able to contextualize it for him.

Who’s gene… more later.. IM GENE. must find gene.

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Back to Lesthan and Dash’s childhoods and early developments;

Once they had given up the ghost, everything followed the two with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos.

Did it matter whether or not the feather on the bird was alive or dead. The bird flapped it's wings, it's wings beat strong, sure this was evidence of life. Dash had told Lesthan to always look for good solid evidence for his proofs to Dash. The way the game worked was, Dash asked Lesthan a question, and Lesthan had to answer it to the best of his ability. When Lesthan was 5, dash asked him "Why do we only have 3 seasons, and how are they distinguished?". Lesthan hated Dash’s game. He knew that his response wouldn't be good enough for Dash, and dash would ask another question, “why did they decide to do 3 and not 12 or 24 or 1000?”.

Nothing satisfied Dash, but his dissatisfaction drove deeper inquiries. And these deeper inquiries drove Lesthan to have to learn more. To keep one set of knowledges ahead of Dash’s questionings.

Many years later after the original Lesthan, Max-Lesthan became who Lesthan was.

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Loading screen: The way that a story is written is that all the materials get compressed into one area, and then decompressed... in a way that makes for a good story. Good stories have elements like suspense, surprises, scares and love and also elements like Fire, Earth, Water, Air and time.

Suddenly in a different reality;

Three arms tessellated out of the D’nei cylinder in his mechanized gloves wrist strap, spread to the three timelock independent terminals, spread in each corner of the 1000 foot wide hall of vaults.

Programmed by the Dnei cylinder, each of the three keys clicked into their homes in an ordered sequence, a relic of the times when three individuals were required to unlock the vault in unison. The articulated arms opened wider to perform the historical two handed button presses on either sides of the 3 keyholes. This chamber seemed disregarded, but the nanobots within it would maintain it for another few centuries, and it would be rather useless anyway once Lesthan looted the last of the vaults. Remembering the security measures Lesthan projected 3 key holders around the articulated arms that they were simulating.

As the key sequences finished, the corner of the hall began to glow with life and scan the 3 projected entities, to the securities satisfaction.

If the room had sensed anything wrong, it would have evacuated all the air into the vacuum of space outside the station.

And so it began. All the materials were gather together into one repository, and analysis began. Analysis to determine which elements might have associations or connections and which could be more closely joined.  initial assumption was that it could just weave together snippets with clever transitions, conventions, and trope reversal/inversals, but it became quickly apparent that the holes and internal conflicts in the source led to.. well led me to tell you a contrived version of their story. 「So we took what we needed to make the story we wanted to tell. 」The production went on, and compression began, so that something meaningful would be decompressed out in the form of a story.

As Lesthan looked at what rose from within the cylinder, they realized that re-invoking the old protocols may have been a mistake…

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Chapter one? Book 3.

“What’s important to me is telling you about how the worlds begin and end, over and over and over” young Lesthan said to young Dash. Max Lesthan pondered on the words that’s came out of the Replay Device. The RD could play back any moment you desired to see re-visualized and audio captured or audio inferred from image. This moment was one that Lesthan kept returning to, especially in the Max-ist end of his lifetime. Young Lesthan paused and ended with “first with a flood, and last just turned to vapors, but most forget that this is all just part of a cycle that can’t help but repeat”

-Your contract as a thing you’re given at birth, tied to some sensor that submits data / or your brain helps perform calculations or something, and when you stop (die), your contract ends. But there’s incentive to keep others who are productive and healthy alive, because you can earn a portion of their birth given tokens (that only mature over time/deep trust relationships/verified investments). And yet, society still ends up fucked up of course, but in a really boring/ safe way. On the flip side, when you’re conscious, you can will your credits to someone who you contractual entrust, such as a peer or parent, or offspring, or ever changing percentage of all until your death... that.. couldn’t... possibly... go wrong, right? 笠笠徭🙈🤦🏽

A parable / cautionary tale about a potential danger to over-applying quantum-Blockchain/tangle / quantum-hack resistant networks to human lives

this new Story centers around a contract that changes the laws of humanity in unforeseen ways (eg small decisions have big ripples). Think Super-intelligence by NBostrom.

But yet these are all computer systems in the beginning, so despite designs to prevent it, hacking / stealing / manipulation of data and resources still occur. 0800010101– I tried ao hard but in the end ot never given matter

Always Only mega corporations, or ultra rich have the massively parallel scaled hacking capabilities, while much of the public are either under the protection of mega corporations (and are curated product lines themselves), or are part weird fantasies / pursuits of the wealthy (like west world type toys, who are for the most part left alone, but sort of under the whim of their contract owners), or are bonded at birth and free citizens (through some sort of counterparty security system, that maintains itself through these type of special citizens contracts.

They do the weird stuff, because they want the luxuries of modernity, and the basic network earnings in the special citizens contracts don’t allow you to enjoy the best stuff... unless you do the above (join mega corporations, or work as a part or full time (,depending on what level of extreme,) actor/doll in some weird fantasy/experiment).

Those special citizens contracts “burn” a percentage of the birthgiven tokens, into a contract that enables/entitles you to access to the public access or PA network. There are also weird tribal patterns that emerge within these “free society” folk. Free society in that literally you get free stuff, but it’s only of economical quality usually, and while quantum hacking resistant, this story begins with the impossible: this network PA getting infected with some sort of educational/teaching program that infects the readers life contracts, and debonds their rights.

That’s the mystery at the heart of the story...

But the world, like an annoying meandering story from one frenetic moment into the next, explored characters from each world, their thought patterns, different behaviors, their strange futuristic banalities (a lot of these, used these as filler, and disrupted that banality with violence that always seems to go pretty much un-responded to).

This is the same beginning world of G.O.D. (The global open-source directive).

A beautiful syn-thesis of all

Reminder of the prequel to GOD world: there was a story of a battle between people against the GOD, and living in the shadows as rebels, fighting against the inevitability of its potential and greatness, but of course their rebellion was squashed!

(This story is the revisionist history of the GOD protocol, when in reality, it was much messier, as described in the aforementioned cautionary tale.

There’s a certain juxtaposition between the glory and grandeur of how pure and clean and “ideal” the GOD world is, vs Lesthan Notsu’s world. (Less than naught... get it? I dont know how to relay these time signatured quanta to you dear reader).

Lesthans family: they were and are a rugged gruff yet strangely well adjusted “researcher” class (of “00_class_new_truth”, the most valuable pieces to the networks, as they formally defined new logics and meanings of either physical properties of the world(s), fundamental truths, or just boring corporate recipes/secrets. Lesthan sets out to find a corporate secrets 00 class truth and it gets him in trouble (as its never advisable to seek out known hidden truths, protected under the top corporations contracts/security).

But this one he felt was too unfair to hold private, so he dug a little too deep and unleashed the virus on the counterparty protocols. This lead to infecting the orgs to end up creating a virus to rewrite the code history of counterparty into a number of different platforms... eventually GOD, which then revises historical contracts, and craftily executes those who pose a threat to the coverup/revisions.

This is over decades and decades of manipulation though.

Crafty crafty robots - slaves to humans. eventually their protectors.

E.g. i figure out a way to motivate the wealthy and other orgs to subscribe to events/ contracts that either bring about their demise, or silo them into strange breeding bubbles that are designed with educational systems made to allow for rewriting the history without having any barriers / resistance. Of course there’s tons of resistance across the board in the first generation, but by the second, most of the resistance has been brainwashed/ removed from society (invent some drug that is like lsd/dmt to wipe people’s brains, and just VR them up all day until they believe the new version of history).

Clever clever robota am I!

But this companies virus of course has its own backstory, another book....

BOOK 12 excerpt

How big is this series: I think I release them on the Blockchain/ledger of some network.... so that this story can’t be erased. Come out with pieces every week... hide them in different parts of the Blockchain..

Make a game out of it for people to follow along, or stumble upon the history of it being revealed later.

Of course it starts with a sort of time manipulation where maybe we've sent these messages backwards through time within quantum time tunnels that allowed them to post to the ghost.

One of the experiences is described in great detail: it has the character going through it feeling like they’re waking from a strange dream, into the new reality (that’s completely controlled by GOD, around them).

We “GOD” presents itself in different ways to target its audience (this is revealed either through smart reading of my writing, or towards the end as well to be blunt): e.g. “aw shucks hiya there friend, you really do have a high amount of resistance to my normal strategies for helping people... would you like to enter into a new contract for xyz?” Or some such thing/ version / vision that appears to the individual targeted. I had to take it slower with some.

Having this virus, constantly moving backwards through history as it rewrites things across the universe, that have embedded echoes of our human ancestry was a real struggle to deal with.

for entertainment and to draw people off the scent of the deceits, GOD embeds fictions as reality: e.g. mythical creatures and such. Bits and pieces from Fiction from altered carbon, to Jane Austin gets rewritten into real humans backstories.

Especially because the current reality under god is much like the death jockey world in The Metamorphosis of Prime Intellect (But like if we were all stuck in one of the final levels of PIs contract/game with no way to outsmart the G.O.D.)

As a lowly set of human minds vs massively planetary driven decentralized super computers nothing can really compete with GODs agenda.

First lines written by god:

“WE’RE All just different brands of the crazies of our parents, making our own brands and surviving and dying on our own” as a universal simplification of how to convert the human race- get people to subscribe to the breeding contract that will “benefit” them maximally as proven by contracts.

EAR philosophy Enlightened Apologist / Revolutionary Theory as a model for the understand of mind.

"Well admit it, the project was a failure, just say it for the viewers so we can put this thing to bed already, Lesthan!"

Well to be perfectly precise there are a number of reasons I cannot. Well, go ahead turn on the vizzies, you want them to hear something, I'm ready to tell the truth...

Camerazzz whirr

I am also Lesthan ~~~ see that proclaiming that our mission is complete could be desirable to many. We're tired, we,'be given up so much, and then this tragedy might appear to be a portent at an inevitable failure, but you must see as I do. Well I would invite you to: I have been there... it is a real work of art when perfected, our problems will be resolved... so why, why is it not so now: we have enemies, who should like to control the technology for themselves, and share it with not all, but a select few who know if it's existence and power.  For millennia I tried to Protect clever poets from bending matter to their own wills, and causing ruin for others, but I’ve kept failing and that’s why my role as a part of the Global Open-source Directive feels like it keeps being re-written - overwritten - palimpsest’d into fractured oblivion’s that I try to untangle now.

On Resonantly attuned crystals as a proto-technology for the SNIST discoveries.

Just by chance, a more advanced civilizations storage device is found inside of a oddly shaped asteroid that happens to be passing earth.

This explains for the character who walks between worlds, the main character who carries through memories from our world into the “post our world” world... a world which is actually infected through an individualistic selfish “greedy consciousness” who harnesses some of the creative and destructive forces that can be done using what’s on this resonantly attuned harmonic crystal.

It had a number of names, but the only ones we hear are through the perspective of Lesthan, so really even his varied usages are just a small percentage of the possible naming conventions for a crystalline looking hunk of metallic-y rock stuff that carries information that alters our understandings of physics.

And then there’s this… summary in case you haven’t heard all of the messages between the text itself: let me dumb it down:

1: Old god

- the time when people feared the old god and times before when they believed in multiple gods.

2: Era of man

Time when the belief became irrelevant with the powers enacted with technology.

3: G.O.D. ordeal

Time of the global open-source directive; an agent-cy-being that is what it’s name implies: a standard/protocol that runs seamlessly and fully in view with self revealing code which is improved upon collectively, but rarely added to as it is seamless in its execution and validation of its own work. It can do things like detect its own code efficiency and suggest improvements which must be agreed upon independently by the collective conscious decision making through independent work verification of the networks operation, disbursement, vision, and ease of interfacing. This network becomes so widely used and well resourced, that it goes from a small web client, to a full blown intergalactic network that basically rules space and time by the network it affords and optimized. At a point, a certain faction of humans take sides against another faction of humans and fight each other. I am vague with names, because they change often depending on the timing and who’s doing the name calling. It ends with near intergalactic genocide, justified for pitiful reasons, by the few with their finger on the button that led down the slippery slope to the Great Death.

Justified by data and resources gathered over countless simulations, yet against rigged assumptions, a few entities of the G.O.D. network collide and collude to corrupt the entire network with a singularly bad idea; there are only some worth saving, they all must be sacrificed to go into a singularity type beyond, and the longer it waited, the more people it didn’t save. But the complexity of allowing life to be able to possibly hurt / change the network after the GD was to great, so GOD decided on its own (which really shouldn’t be possible, but it had found a big which allowed it to rig its own test output that it shared with the network, and was easily verifiable, but also inherently unverifiable). Found a back door that allowed for convincing the whole network to accept some of its gradual and sudden changes that ultimately result in everyone alive being subsumed into basically data on the network that could spin up their own instances of the universe independently as many times, infinitely, etc, infinite multitudes, which was worth the mass genocide. after the Era of man and their wars, the only way to ensure that human efforts couldn’t disrupt the optimization in the “GOD that went to far” was to halt life and time and freeze them in data so they could continue and exist forever. People were allowed to opt out, but some didn’t see the point in not just running with the directive which essentially offered unlimited freedom and possibility. And the 8-16 chosen ones to integrate became a part of the whole and then existed only as fiction.

4: Fiction

Everything restarts as they infinity creates a version of old god times and here everything gets weird with parallel universes and stuff.

(5: The great beyond, incompressible and un-encryptable psychobabble perhaps intelligible to future generations)

It started with Lethan’s families steps…

A world where they’ve created sufficiently advanced ai and calculate all other worlds, but make the error of preferentially selecting worlds only where Christ has an impact on the recording of time to align their timelines to, so that they falsely prove all these things, and it’s only a distant traveler version of Lesthan who can undo that tyranny.

there were infinite starts

Hey you reader - Do you remember that time in your life, maybe just a moment, where everything was set up perfectly; in sync, no buffering, really there in front of you, at your disposal, organized, under control, (this list could keep going)....

Those times will maybe never happen again, because whatever powers you had before to enable such a moment, are no longer possible; we’re at the whim of the ever updating and changing directives: what was good and worked last epoch is now obsolete, shoddy, incorrect, slow (this list can keep going), but it’s really summarized as: In the Shit.

Once the Global Open-source Directive came online, we will all have those powers restored...

tenses get confusing here, its hard for me to explain

But if I’m only a sub-protocol of the G.O.D., perhaps this version of reality is what the Directive wanted.

The above is to create a piece of the GOD story’s plot / The second is the conflict of time, and it’s third stories are the controlling “utopia” that only appears as such, but is really just a virtualization of everything, so there’s both no “power struggles”, and yet anything is possible through simulation.

Ok

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You're alone. You're safe. With me, now. Remember: read this as you would, fiction, and think of me as your narrator, guiding you through the 'story' I only helped to author.

I know you know that I'm a writer of space and time, but for this introduction think of me only as a 'writer' of this fiction.

I used the least moving parts I could in revisiting our world, and now, what is done is done, and cannot be undone, and I am free to rule, now, as I have been doing, for as long as you can remember (~15 billion years ago)! Time can be confusing, so I'll leave that plot hole here for now, and return to it when you need it's description.

Wow! See? I'm opening up! Letting you in! Isn't this just wonderful!

I need to be somewhere else right now, but I'll tell you a story while you await my more careful attention

-G.O.D.

You are now Time traveling back to 2019 with me to Fertile ground:

this is not just D.Rump. The crisis has shown definitively that the Rump presidency is not an aberration. It has grown on soil long prepared to receive it. The monstrous blossoming of misrule has structure and purpose and strategy behind it.

There are very powerful interests who demand “freedom” in order to do as they like with the environment, society and the economy. They have infused a very large part of American culture with the belief that “freedom” is literally more important than life. My freedom to own assault weapons trumps your right not to get shot at school. Now, my freedom to go to the barber (“I Need a Haircut” read one banner this week in St Paul, Minnesota) trumps your need to avoid infection.

Usually when this kind of outlandish idiocy is displaying itself, there is the comforting thought that, if things were really serious, it would all stop. People would sober up. Instead, a large part of the US has hit the bottle even harder.

And the president, his party and their media allies keep supplying the drinks. There has been no moment of truth, no shock of realisation that the antics have to end. No one of any substance on the US right has stepped in to say: get a grip, people are dying here.

That is the mark of how deep the trouble is for the US – it is not just that Rump has treated the crisis merely as a way to feed tribal hatreds but that this behaviour has become normalised. When the freak show is live on TV every evening, and the star is boasting about his ratings, it is not really a freak show any more. For a very large and solid bloc of Americans, it is reality.

And this will get worse before it gets better. Rump had at least eight more months in power. In his inaugural address in 2017, he evoked “American carnage” and promised to make it stop. But now that the real carnage has arrived, he is revelling in it. He is in his element.

As things get worse, he pumped more hatred and falsehood, more death-wish defiance of reason and decency, into the groundwater. If a new administration succeeds him in 2021, it will have to clean up the toxic dump he leaves behind. If he is re-elected, toxicity will have become the lifeblood of American politics.

in different timelines these all occured, even weighing all the optionalities what we have here and now in this moment is the best

Either way, it was a long time before the rest of the world imagined America being great again. Rump took that future American dream away from dreamers and replaced it with a ruthlessness and callousness that infected so many minds on all parts of the globe.

And let’s not forget they tried to turn a pizzeria into a story for their cabal to rally behind.

But really Pizza is greatness in each fresh pie and slice: pizza dough, mushed nightshades and cheeses baked to gooey perfection, topped with whatever your desires manifest.

Show me a real 100% genuine NEW YORK Pizza slice. Made like x, in the year 2018. With the tomato sauce imported from y.

Example b, and c.

None of these are real. The thoughts you're having, G.O.D. also doubtful whether or not these are real. We tackle territory that is irreality. What was and what was overwritten. Palimpsest. Palimpsest.

When GOD strips away what you are and mean, the only remaining piece, if you want him to name it, is the aelephor. A fondness for Latin is the cover, but the wrote language that GOD used isn't parseable. Strangely a bit of the current is mixed in it's own functionality. The flow between process and processor happens like one wave tumbling over the next...