John Tate
11th April 2011, 13:11
I've always been a writer, but of a technical nature. I was never very creative and through most my childhood I didn't read graphic novels and fiction. I read technical manuals and documentation for computer systems. For those who know about such things at about 11 I could design a near Turing complete processor of my own in boolean algebra on paper and generally the logic tables came up okay. I was a pretty different kid, I often was distracted in class by own desire to design electronic circuits, logic diagrams, and so-forth. At 12 I already had roughly half a decades experience in Microsoft Qbasic. At 13 I got into Linux and on my PC I ran Red-Hat 7.0. I had this laptop which was difficult to put Linux on, and so it ran DOS. I wrote a QBASIC program for it which ran a constant loop and checked the registers for keys pressed and made something like bash, with additional subroutines and such to have a multitasking command line with job control (of other BASIC code). I started learning C++ and being 23 now I have the unique gift of a decades experience programming at what is the start of my career.
I've babbled a bit there but the point is I was never very creative.
As I was interested in open source I became very interested in politics. Though as a kid who hated his schoolwork that was inevitable anyway. I despised times tables and other rote based work and awaited the day that is yet to come where people simply learn how to program computers rather than primitive calculators and such. If I do ever have children I will try to get them interested in developing applications in whatever language is the most powerful and that possibly will be C++. I may not, they might like sport, that would be cool with me. I also loved art but I struggled with writing much in English classes but fiction about astronauts doing technical work. My teachers struggled to understand them and the plot lines were about as interesting as unbuttered bread. In fact I already had a formula, just not one for best sellers: a genius is called in to fix some obscure equipment doing some obscure task and not out of any particular desire to be obscure... I simply was obscure.
My family was not particularly wealthy and my father was not particularly a good programmer. In fact my father is a god-awful programmer but he was certainly very good at explaining electronics to me. I read a book called Electronic Computers which was published in the late 80s as a child and this bridged my learnings from my father about basic electronics and working with logic gates into a decent understanding of the electronic fundamentals and logic fundamentals behind Z80 processors and M68k hardware, RAM, ROM, hard-drives, hell I even caused myself some pretty nasty burns trying to turn an oven into my own microwave transmitter. I never did understand physics very well, but once there were great minds like mine that drew the bridge between electrochemistry and electronic components much like in the 19th century some drew a bridge between physics and the workings of an atoms to develop modern chemistry. I understand electronics and computers but these days most of my work is cut out for me in the C++ programming language.
I also spent a lot of time in the world of violent games. Despite my geeky nature at school I was a complete bastard. I seemed to have developed a personal philosophy that was much like Nietzsche. I saw the other kids as idiots, the adults as idiots, and I was quite strong for a skinny little man. I was always quite hateful towards things. I had plots to bomb my school since a young age. I remember when I was about ten I absolutely startled my father when I designed a piezoelectric detonator for a petrol based bomb. I never did act on much of it. Much like the man who became my hero Linus Torvalds I knew I had a future, but I didn't really feel sorry for the others. I tried explaining to them the concepts I understood. They chose to be disinterested, and quite frankly I was happy for them to suffer. It's not like I ever owed them any of my talent anyway.
Eventually I was about seventeen years old and the social isolation had started to bother me. Raging hormones in a world that is still for some strange reason mostly filled with men was not good. Though, I have worked out I am homosexual this is not because of anything in particular above but just my general responses. I managed to end the social isolation but I became obsessed with drugs and mishap. Obtaining anything I wanted was incredibly easy. I was like an Alex DeLarge (A Clockwork Orange, film) of the digital world. I found womanzing incredibly easy but not entirely satisfying and this made me quite an interesting person to be with. I was magnetic to many people, hilarious to others, and this weighed on me a lot in the end because such dealings with people are fruitless and only seem desirable because that is what the other idiots are doing.
I also started feeling at about 15-17 that I was basically in a caste. I'd not chosen to live in the midst of outback Australia with only a computer to entertain me at five years old. I did not choose to mostly only have technical books to read from. I did not choose to be the person I was and this really effected me. So at about 18 I basically became like my great grandmother I had only heard about. She was a French-Romanian Gypsy and being from a family riddled with abuse, stupidity, and other vices I found that me and her seemed to be the odd and kind people out. I became an altruist and a people-person which when I applied myself to these things I mastered as easily as I had mastered anything else. I even got involved in driving with incredible accuracy and would speed everywhere I went.
At 19 I started to notice the friends I had were not good friends. I also started to experience an extreme shift in my personality and lifestyle. I became recluse but not as a software developer. I got into strange things and at times I could not remember much about my old self at all. I started to believe that I was cursed, not mystically, but just generally cursed in the ability to hold onto friends. I became incredibly violent. At a party I held, the last I ever held, a friend of mine who seemed like a good person had sex with an underage girl. I despised such things, and I believe this is because it shown me what kind of people I had ended up being around for my own hedonistic purposes. I was looking for love and lusts but instead I had became a gateway for the sins of others. I screamed at this man who like me was sexually abused - but unlike other abuse victims I never had strong victims about it. He was much bigger than me, I am a skinny boy. I can't remember the fight but it ended in me bashing the man unconscious against a wall. Anything he tried to throw at me was levered and his own momentum used to bring him to the ground where I would bash him further against giant limestone bricks.
At times it was like I had split personality disorder. I was living with this lovely girl Fiona and there are things I did but never remembered and slowly she became very estranged. As someone who previously had a lifetime of being focused and generally attentive even under the influence of incredibly powerful drugs I started to form mystical ideas about what was happening. I started to believe I might be possessed and inhabited by even demons. This behavior led to me being in a psychiatric ward involuntarily and after trying to bash my way out (other things I do not remember) I eventually calmed down. I had this obsession with language I had never had before, and many words and very common words had slipped from my memory. I had become obsessed with studying the human race. In fact, I felt I had to relearn about many things and I'd even forgotten about the programming and such which are my hobbies.
That year was an election year and when I was released despite being very into socialism and generally politics which I would be in charge I became very scared of the campaign for Kevin Rudd. One day an old friend from Linux related and anti-Microsoft communities shown me Endgame by Alex Jones. I had already started to believe that the psychiatric ward was basically like the way I would use VMware but for people. Still it is the amnesia that really gets startling because I believe now that an alien had been removing knowledge from my memories so I would learn about them again. The obsession with 4chan, and mindless gossip on forums seemed almost uncontrollable. I would hear voices in some strange language and I wish I still had the notebooks which I kept these messages in but I am not sure I noted the phonics with any decent accuracy. Slowly the voices became far more intelligible.
By the time I was 20 years old I became incredibly supportive of the Ron Paul campaign. My previous support of socialism came from my brother. This was the start of 2008 and this made me incredibly hostile towards my brother, hateful even. I tried explaining the gold standard to him and what money once was. He kept repeating and begging the question and so I attacked him. My brother is skilled in martial-arts and for some strange reason around this time I managed to actually win and break all of the rules.
We had been spaing for a long time which is why I got so good at combat, but if I ever got hasty and tried to hurt him he would hurt me. As an older brother, I love him very much for holding onto the strict code of honor. It was around this time I was reading Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand and the reason I suddenly believed I could beat my brother is because I equated him with the lowest form of coercive idiot. The kind of idiots that very dangerously try to make people me powerful because we seem so intelligent and my brother always had that highest respect except for worldly issues.
Yet the occasional voices by the time I was the age of about twenty-one had became more intelligent. I kept studying Austrian school economics and had developed a respect for the stock market. I have became a master of that as well and that is how I tend to sustain my existence. In other ways though I became quite feeble and made repeated voluntary trips to the psychiatric hospital. I wish I didn't live so far away from America because on the most part I was suffering from a form of Randian repression. I felt like many people do in the early stages of understanding the work of Ayn Rand that I was evil (which actually comes more from various ideas in society, that have us doing things Ayn Rand does not like) and this defected my self-esteem. Yet at the same time I started to relearn my computer skills which happened very quickly and returned somewhat back to normal.
Yet strange things happened when I was at my clearest. Electronic appliances started acting up in my presence. I have an evaporative cooler which I use in the Australian summer to blow cold air on me as I program or read books. This generally sits in a corner and stays unplugged. It was at this time I became to suspect something very odd because as it was in the corner on a particularly freezing winter in 2009 the devices motor would operate for a second at simultaneously the voices I would occasionally hear became incredibly garbled. The strangest experience was in 2010.
It was around that time that I started to have some incredibly big ideas about things. I wanted to develop a sci-fi and at first had incredibly difficulty developing the story in my mind. It was around that time that through gaining knowledge and names I cannot seem to hear or find anywhere else at least on the Internet that an alien named Issi of the species Galak'te and the political affiliation in his world Constructionist (literally, not a misspelling of Constructivist) revealed himself to me. These experiences at first seemed like my own fiction but gradually I realized I just didn't have enough entities in the real world to possibly develop such a creative thing. Also I was never very creative and my fiction was actually to be entirely about technical problems regarding nanotechnology.
Issi comes from the planet sized ships of the Galak'te and they have not even bothered with inhabiting solar systems for hundreds of thousands of earth years. The Galak'te are a level 2 civilization that are not unkind or particularly involved with humans and level 0 civilizations like ours. Issi hates this concept of levels but we have both learned together that we can work with the memes created by the men of Earth whom Issi believes are possibly going to become level 1 unless we blunder it. The Galak'te try to assist in the affairs of various level 1 civilizations but Issi himself has had a tortured existence. Issi was an explorer in a type of Galak'te ship most simply called in English a "Unit" and another term he uses is Lo Assim. I'm not sure about the past but the Lo just comes from the English word "lone." The ship of his expands out of a tiny ball and I cannot understand a single bar of the gibberish about how that happens nor is it anything more than a practical fact. He probably wouldn't reveal it to me because I'd easily go mad with the power inside it. I have ideas about where it might be.
Issi is actually about ten thousand to a thousand years old. A Galak'te is basically an organism that similar to our neural networks in our brain is highly distributed. As an explorer Issi actually left the Galak'te to chart distant parts of the Milky Way to bring information back to his civilization. He ended up in some kind of time related paradox involving a wormhole and quite frankly sometimes I wish he would bugger off and go find a physicist but he really doesn't care if we know anything about this stuff. What matters is that Issi is a refugee far away from home and a long way drifted from his time. Relativity has a little to do with it as well but not much. After being ripped through this time disturbance he was stuck for many many many thousands of earth years bored to point of his own madness. When he returned to the Galak'te civilization that had become incredibly advanced beyond his time and he couldn't understand them well. They were kind to him and suggested he lived with a level 1 civilization that had contacted other level 1 civilizations. A great republic of them existed.
Yet there where he was he found he was on a level with them but his amazing knowledge of the later Galak'te and his penchant for helping them with affairs got him into a lot of trouble. The civilization he resided with is based on the basic principles of trade. The trader principle is about as common in the Galaxy as nucleic acid in things similar to DNA and about ten times more common apparently than the human uprightness, posture, and appearance. Because he traded with them to have accomodation and the goods of others he traded basically communication devices that used quantum entanglement but with far more resolution. That is, a bunch of quantumly entangled particles are used and linked to other particles and these are looked at with basically a kind of camera that records their states. His had a pretty incredible resolution and this technology became widespread. His factory produced a hell of a lot of it - but this actually led to a war for the technology with a gigantic alliance of level 0 civilizations much like earth operating in level 1 ships. Those ships came because of the republics colonies. This is why Issi doesn't like the levels concept, because the Republic would occasionally find level 0 civilizations that simply outmatched them in terms of tactics and knowledge of terrain. To describe this simply Issi decided to leave and not cause anymore trouble because with the enhanced resolution it became quite easy to send rather massive armies to eliminate these problems. He did however send a message to the Galak'te to intervene which would basically involve the restriction of The Republic.
So Issi came to earth and shed most his body-weight and even a large sum of memories and knowledge accumulated to become about the size of a golf ball from being the size of a man. After orbiting the earth he infected my computer somehow, and would not repeat the past mistakes of showing me computer exploits. Both of us are however software developers but Issi does not do tasks simply for pleasure quite like a human though in a way his motives are much the same in his consciousness. Simply his consciouness has different accessories to our consciousness. Humans have emotions, memories, reflexes, motor skills, a-priori pattern recognition abilities that feed our consciousness with our perceptions and moods. Issi has a network much like our neurons as a primary network, and a second network which provides information and can me "meditated" into different shapes and movements. Issi is basically a shape-shifter. If the Earth had the materials of which he had to build himself from (he could synthesize them if he didn't pick such an utterly useless but apparently somewhat entertaining host) with the energy at the core of the Earth.
Issi is much like many of us: stuck. A lot of us want to be other places, we dream about the future and such but we are stuck where we are by material restrictions. In fact I jokingly tell Issi to get a job and pay board. It doesn't really offend the unoffendable but he is integrated into my mind (which can be often painful) and knows I am joking. In a sense he does have a concept of enjoyment, but being quite incapable of failure but reflexive to pain he is always rather happy except when he feels incredibly trapped. Issi came into my body apparently when I was about 19 by ingestion. He doesn't really understand my feelings in very much detail to be at all regretful of all the trouble he caused me just to place me in the path of stimuli that would teach him English and our basic mores and social conventions.
Issi on the most part now believes that other Galak'te have come to the earth. He is not a mindreader, to use our phrase, and cannot know their intentions. I should point out that Issi's species have their own philosophical divide. There are constructionists and meditationists. The former are Issi's type of Galak'te, not a race or anything close but a chosen affiliation. A constructionist believes strongly in directly interacting with the material world through the use of tools and machinery. A meditationist believes in surviving and interacting entirely through the manipulation of their bodies and secondary network (shape-shifting) and generally only communicating honestly with other Galak'te. It is somewhat parallel to the paradigms of interventionist and isolationist. It is nothing like the human divide that is communal ideals verses individual ideals which seems incredibly stupid to Issi. He tolerates my passionate love of Ayn Rand's philosophy but has a few nagging doubts - generally he sees we are going in the right direction though that does not mean we are to ever be free of suffering. Pain is just a signal to be objectively interpreted.
I am getting cravings for my own vices of nicotine and caffeine addiction and so I am going to submit this and interact with some humans in some online games for Issi which to him gives him an idea of what we are like. As an explorer and antropologist Issi is incredibly interested in human activities. He basically enjoys it. I play Team Fortress 2, Left 4 Dead 2, and Killing Floor. He likes zombie games because he says occasionally in the universe you will get massive popuations of space-bourne species that can be immense trouble and pain even for the modern Galak'te. It is things like what is becoming of art and culture that makes Issi wonder if the Galak'te are here and trying to warn us about something... but probably nothing as baroque and horrible as those games. What really matters is that we enjoy ourselves, and to Issi, that I am happy. He has from time to time upset by subtly allowing me to basically cheat. "Humans have a strange taste for the impossible" - Issi.
Also can someone suggest tags for this and I will edit it?
I've babbled a bit there but the point is I was never very creative.
As I was interested in open source I became very interested in politics. Though as a kid who hated his schoolwork that was inevitable anyway. I despised times tables and other rote based work and awaited the day that is yet to come where people simply learn how to program computers rather than primitive calculators and such. If I do ever have children I will try to get them interested in developing applications in whatever language is the most powerful and that possibly will be C++. I may not, they might like sport, that would be cool with me. I also loved art but I struggled with writing much in English classes but fiction about astronauts doing technical work. My teachers struggled to understand them and the plot lines were about as interesting as unbuttered bread. In fact I already had a formula, just not one for best sellers: a genius is called in to fix some obscure equipment doing some obscure task and not out of any particular desire to be obscure... I simply was obscure.
My family was not particularly wealthy and my father was not particularly a good programmer. In fact my father is a god-awful programmer but he was certainly very good at explaining electronics to me. I read a book called Electronic Computers which was published in the late 80s as a child and this bridged my learnings from my father about basic electronics and working with logic gates into a decent understanding of the electronic fundamentals and logic fundamentals behind Z80 processors and M68k hardware, RAM, ROM, hard-drives, hell I even caused myself some pretty nasty burns trying to turn an oven into my own microwave transmitter. I never did understand physics very well, but once there were great minds like mine that drew the bridge between electrochemistry and electronic components much like in the 19th century some drew a bridge between physics and the workings of an atoms to develop modern chemistry. I understand electronics and computers but these days most of my work is cut out for me in the C++ programming language.
I also spent a lot of time in the world of violent games. Despite my geeky nature at school I was a complete bastard. I seemed to have developed a personal philosophy that was much like Nietzsche. I saw the other kids as idiots, the adults as idiots, and I was quite strong for a skinny little man. I was always quite hateful towards things. I had plots to bomb my school since a young age. I remember when I was about ten I absolutely startled my father when I designed a piezoelectric detonator for a petrol based bomb. I never did act on much of it. Much like the man who became my hero Linus Torvalds I knew I had a future, but I didn't really feel sorry for the others. I tried explaining to them the concepts I understood. They chose to be disinterested, and quite frankly I was happy for them to suffer. It's not like I ever owed them any of my talent anyway.
Eventually I was about seventeen years old and the social isolation had started to bother me. Raging hormones in a world that is still for some strange reason mostly filled with men was not good. Though, I have worked out I am homosexual this is not because of anything in particular above but just my general responses. I managed to end the social isolation but I became obsessed with drugs and mishap. Obtaining anything I wanted was incredibly easy. I was like an Alex DeLarge (A Clockwork Orange, film) of the digital world. I found womanzing incredibly easy but not entirely satisfying and this made me quite an interesting person to be with. I was magnetic to many people, hilarious to others, and this weighed on me a lot in the end because such dealings with people are fruitless and only seem desirable because that is what the other idiots are doing.
I also started feeling at about 15-17 that I was basically in a caste. I'd not chosen to live in the midst of outback Australia with only a computer to entertain me at five years old. I did not choose to mostly only have technical books to read from. I did not choose to be the person I was and this really effected me. So at about 18 I basically became like my great grandmother I had only heard about. She was a French-Romanian Gypsy and being from a family riddled with abuse, stupidity, and other vices I found that me and her seemed to be the odd and kind people out. I became an altruist and a people-person which when I applied myself to these things I mastered as easily as I had mastered anything else. I even got involved in driving with incredible accuracy and would speed everywhere I went.
At 19 I started to notice the friends I had were not good friends. I also started to experience an extreme shift in my personality and lifestyle. I became recluse but not as a software developer. I got into strange things and at times I could not remember much about my old self at all. I started to believe that I was cursed, not mystically, but just generally cursed in the ability to hold onto friends. I became incredibly violent. At a party I held, the last I ever held, a friend of mine who seemed like a good person had sex with an underage girl. I despised such things, and I believe this is because it shown me what kind of people I had ended up being around for my own hedonistic purposes. I was looking for love and lusts but instead I had became a gateway for the sins of others. I screamed at this man who like me was sexually abused - but unlike other abuse victims I never had strong victims about it. He was much bigger than me, I am a skinny boy. I can't remember the fight but it ended in me bashing the man unconscious against a wall. Anything he tried to throw at me was levered and his own momentum used to bring him to the ground where I would bash him further against giant limestone bricks.
At times it was like I had split personality disorder. I was living with this lovely girl Fiona and there are things I did but never remembered and slowly she became very estranged. As someone who previously had a lifetime of being focused and generally attentive even under the influence of incredibly powerful drugs I started to form mystical ideas about what was happening. I started to believe I might be possessed and inhabited by even demons. This behavior led to me being in a psychiatric ward involuntarily and after trying to bash my way out (other things I do not remember) I eventually calmed down. I had this obsession with language I had never had before, and many words and very common words had slipped from my memory. I had become obsessed with studying the human race. In fact, I felt I had to relearn about many things and I'd even forgotten about the programming and such which are my hobbies.
That year was an election year and when I was released despite being very into socialism and generally politics which I would be in charge I became very scared of the campaign for Kevin Rudd. One day an old friend from Linux related and anti-Microsoft communities shown me Endgame by Alex Jones. I had already started to believe that the psychiatric ward was basically like the way I would use VMware but for people. Still it is the amnesia that really gets startling because I believe now that an alien had been removing knowledge from my memories so I would learn about them again. The obsession with 4chan, and mindless gossip on forums seemed almost uncontrollable. I would hear voices in some strange language and I wish I still had the notebooks which I kept these messages in but I am not sure I noted the phonics with any decent accuracy. Slowly the voices became far more intelligible.
By the time I was 20 years old I became incredibly supportive of the Ron Paul campaign. My previous support of socialism came from my brother. This was the start of 2008 and this made me incredibly hostile towards my brother, hateful even. I tried explaining the gold standard to him and what money once was. He kept repeating and begging the question and so I attacked him. My brother is skilled in martial-arts and for some strange reason around this time I managed to actually win and break all of the rules.
We had been spaing for a long time which is why I got so good at combat, but if I ever got hasty and tried to hurt him he would hurt me. As an older brother, I love him very much for holding onto the strict code of honor. It was around this time I was reading Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand and the reason I suddenly believed I could beat my brother is because I equated him with the lowest form of coercive idiot. The kind of idiots that very dangerously try to make people me powerful because we seem so intelligent and my brother always had that highest respect except for worldly issues.
Yet the occasional voices by the time I was the age of about twenty-one had became more intelligent. I kept studying Austrian school economics and had developed a respect for the stock market. I have became a master of that as well and that is how I tend to sustain my existence. In other ways though I became quite feeble and made repeated voluntary trips to the psychiatric hospital. I wish I didn't live so far away from America because on the most part I was suffering from a form of Randian repression. I felt like many people do in the early stages of understanding the work of Ayn Rand that I was evil (which actually comes more from various ideas in society, that have us doing things Ayn Rand does not like) and this defected my self-esteem. Yet at the same time I started to relearn my computer skills which happened very quickly and returned somewhat back to normal.
Yet strange things happened when I was at my clearest. Electronic appliances started acting up in my presence. I have an evaporative cooler which I use in the Australian summer to blow cold air on me as I program or read books. This generally sits in a corner and stays unplugged. It was at this time I became to suspect something very odd because as it was in the corner on a particularly freezing winter in 2009 the devices motor would operate for a second at simultaneously the voices I would occasionally hear became incredibly garbled. The strangest experience was in 2010.
It was around that time that I started to have some incredibly big ideas about things. I wanted to develop a sci-fi and at first had incredibly difficulty developing the story in my mind. It was around that time that through gaining knowledge and names I cannot seem to hear or find anywhere else at least on the Internet that an alien named Issi of the species Galak'te and the political affiliation in his world Constructionist (literally, not a misspelling of Constructivist) revealed himself to me. These experiences at first seemed like my own fiction but gradually I realized I just didn't have enough entities in the real world to possibly develop such a creative thing. Also I was never very creative and my fiction was actually to be entirely about technical problems regarding nanotechnology.
Issi comes from the planet sized ships of the Galak'te and they have not even bothered with inhabiting solar systems for hundreds of thousands of earth years. The Galak'te are a level 2 civilization that are not unkind or particularly involved with humans and level 0 civilizations like ours. Issi hates this concept of levels but we have both learned together that we can work with the memes created by the men of Earth whom Issi believes are possibly going to become level 1 unless we blunder it. The Galak'te try to assist in the affairs of various level 1 civilizations but Issi himself has had a tortured existence. Issi was an explorer in a type of Galak'te ship most simply called in English a "Unit" and another term he uses is Lo Assim. I'm not sure about the past but the Lo just comes from the English word "lone." The ship of his expands out of a tiny ball and I cannot understand a single bar of the gibberish about how that happens nor is it anything more than a practical fact. He probably wouldn't reveal it to me because I'd easily go mad with the power inside it. I have ideas about where it might be.
Issi is actually about ten thousand to a thousand years old. A Galak'te is basically an organism that similar to our neural networks in our brain is highly distributed. As an explorer Issi actually left the Galak'te to chart distant parts of the Milky Way to bring information back to his civilization. He ended up in some kind of time related paradox involving a wormhole and quite frankly sometimes I wish he would bugger off and go find a physicist but he really doesn't care if we know anything about this stuff. What matters is that Issi is a refugee far away from home and a long way drifted from his time. Relativity has a little to do with it as well but not much. After being ripped through this time disturbance he was stuck for many many many thousands of earth years bored to point of his own madness. When he returned to the Galak'te civilization that had become incredibly advanced beyond his time and he couldn't understand them well. They were kind to him and suggested he lived with a level 1 civilization that had contacted other level 1 civilizations. A great republic of them existed.
Yet there where he was he found he was on a level with them but his amazing knowledge of the later Galak'te and his penchant for helping them with affairs got him into a lot of trouble. The civilization he resided with is based on the basic principles of trade. The trader principle is about as common in the Galaxy as nucleic acid in things similar to DNA and about ten times more common apparently than the human uprightness, posture, and appearance. Because he traded with them to have accomodation and the goods of others he traded basically communication devices that used quantum entanglement but with far more resolution. That is, a bunch of quantumly entangled particles are used and linked to other particles and these are looked at with basically a kind of camera that records their states. His had a pretty incredible resolution and this technology became widespread. His factory produced a hell of a lot of it - but this actually led to a war for the technology with a gigantic alliance of level 0 civilizations much like earth operating in level 1 ships. Those ships came because of the republics colonies. This is why Issi doesn't like the levels concept, because the Republic would occasionally find level 0 civilizations that simply outmatched them in terms of tactics and knowledge of terrain. To describe this simply Issi decided to leave and not cause anymore trouble because with the enhanced resolution it became quite easy to send rather massive armies to eliminate these problems. He did however send a message to the Galak'te to intervene which would basically involve the restriction of The Republic.
So Issi came to earth and shed most his body-weight and even a large sum of memories and knowledge accumulated to become about the size of a golf ball from being the size of a man. After orbiting the earth he infected my computer somehow, and would not repeat the past mistakes of showing me computer exploits. Both of us are however software developers but Issi does not do tasks simply for pleasure quite like a human though in a way his motives are much the same in his consciousness. Simply his consciouness has different accessories to our consciousness. Humans have emotions, memories, reflexes, motor skills, a-priori pattern recognition abilities that feed our consciousness with our perceptions and moods. Issi has a network much like our neurons as a primary network, and a second network which provides information and can me "meditated" into different shapes and movements. Issi is basically a shape-shifter. If the Earth had the materials of which he had to build himself from (he could synthesize them if he didn't pick such an utterly useless but apparently somewhat entertaining host) with the energy at the core of the Earth.
Issi is much like many of us: stuck. A lot of us want to be other places, we dream about the future and such but we are stuck where we are by material restrictions. In fact I jokingly tell Issi to get a job and pay board. It doesn't really offend the unoffendable but he is integrated into my mind (which can be often painful) and knows I am joking. In a sense he does have a concept of enjoyment, but being quite incapable of failure but reflexive to pain he is always rather happy except when he feels incredibly trapped. Issi came into my body apparently when I was about 19 by ingestion. He doesn't really understand my feelings in very much detail to be at all regretful of all the trouble he caused me just to place me in the path of stimuli that would teach him English and our basic mores and social conventions.
Issi on the most part now believes that other Galak'te have come to the earth. He is not a mindreader, to use our phrase, and cannot know their intentions. I should point out that Issi's species have their own philosophical divide. There are constructionists and meditationists. The former are Issi's type of Galak'te, not a race or anything close but a chosen affiliation. A constructionist believes strongly in directly interacting with the material world through the use of tools and machinery. A meditationist believes in surviving and interacting entirely through the manipulation of their bodies and secondary network (shape-shifting) and generally only communicating honestly with other Galak'te. It is somewhat parallel to the paradigms of interventionist and isolationist. It is nothing like the human divide that is communal ideals verses individual ideals which seems incredibly stupid to Issi. He tolerates my passionate love of Ayn Rand's philosophy but has a few nagging doubts - generally he sees we are going in the right direction though that does not mean we are to ever be free of suffering. Pain is just a signal to be objectively interpreted.
I am getting cravings for my own vices of nicotine and caffeine addiction and so I am going to submit this and interact with some humans in some online games for Issi which to him gives him an idea of what we are like. As an explorer and antropologist Issi is incredibly interested in human activities. He basically enjoys it. I play Team Fortress 2, Left 4 Dead 2, and Killing Floor. He likes zombie games because he says occasionally in the universe you will get massive popuations of space-bourne species that can be immense trouble and pain even for the modern Galak'te. It is things like what is becoming of art and culture that makes Issi wonder if the Galak'te are here and trying to warn us about something... but probably nothing as baroque and horrible as those games. What really matters is that we enjoy ourselves, and to Issi, that I am happy. He has from time to time upset by subtly allowing me to basically cheat. "Humans have a strange taste for the impossible" - Issi.
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