The eternal Utopian cloud
“Remembering that you are going to die is the best way
I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose.”
Date: Wednesday, February 22, 2017
In-flight Time: 9 hours and 22 minutes into a journey of 9 hours and 55 minutes
Location: In-flight Sydney Australia to Honolulu USA
‘We hit a wall,’ said Evan now recalling telepathically communicated imagery long pushed back in his memories. ‘We hit a wall in our technological evolution. We believe that the advance of technology will finally begin to slow because a seemingly impenetrable wall is reached.’
‘What’re you talking about Evan?’ asked Julius.
Evan was struggling with his words a little now. Julius was beginning to worry about Evan’s ability to stay coherent. He made sure not to push the agenda too hard.
‘I’m not sure,’ said Evan starting to lose his color again. ‘When we breach that wall, Armageddon is very close.’
‘I read recently about a wall that was rapidly being approached,’ said Julius. ‘It was the gap between gates on microprocessors. As the gap between microprocessors reduces, our computers become faster, more powerful.’
‘Never really mastered the damned things,’ said Evan. ‘Computers I mean.’
Julius continued despite of Evan’s technological shortcomings.
‘The number of transistors on a chip roughly doubles every 18 months. This is due to the ever-reducing gap between the microprocessors, which I believe is currently at 45 nanometers for mass production capabilities. The width of a human hair is 50,000 nanometers to give you some sense of proportion,’ said Julius doing his best to recall the article he read on the flight to Australia.
‘How small can they go?’ asked Evan incredulously.
‘I’m pretty sure that I read that at 11 nanometers, electrical interference limits any further reduction. It’s at that point that we need to completely re-think how we make computers.’
‘In what way?’ asked Evan.
‘I’m way out of my depth now Evan, but the talk was of new quantum computer technology easily outperforming the largest of today’s supercomputers. I read that it’ll be possible for three trillion computers working in parallel in the same space as a droplet of water.’
‘Three trillion?’ Evan barely got the words out.
‘That’s three thousand billion computers in the space of a tiny drop of water. The world of nanotechnology is about to open its doors,’ said Julius. ‘Computers don’t have to be electronic you know; they can even be made from strands of DNA or RNA.’
‘Or grown?’ asked Evan recalling something from long ago.
‘We’re way past my level of understanding now,’ Julius replied. ‘But yes, I imagine we will most certainly grow biological computers in the future. It’s a subject I’ll pursue though. I’m certain we’re on the right track now.’
‘Inclination and means to act,’ said Evan recalling his own words from their earlier conversation.
Julius didn’t even hear Evan’s words. He was so immersed in his own thoughts.
‘This would be sufficient micro processing power to decode something far more complex than anything we’ve attempted to date,’ said Julius thinking out loud.
‘This technology, would it be easily within reach of everyone?’ asked Evan.
‘After a relatively short amount of time I imagine it’d have to be,’ said Julius. ‘Especially if it’s something that can be grown.’
‘What would these computers look like?’ asked Evan.
‘I’ve no idea. Would they need to look any different than today’s tablets or personal computers?’
‘Could they be built inside us or even grown inside us? Could they be directly injected, or seeded, and somehow connected directly to our brains? To our thoughts? Could we be connected, not just to these computers, but to the internet, and somehow to each other? With a collective database that resembles a collective memory?’ asked Evan.
‘A collective cloud?’ suggested Julius.
‘Yes, exactly! A collective cloud,’ said Evan. ‘That’s what I saw but couldn’t possibly hope to understand in 1947. They live in a collective cloud! Telepathic communication enriches that cloud beyond any words I can find to describe, but their spiritual journey commences at the creation of the collective cloud.’
One look at Evan’s sudden decline in physical appearance convinced Julius that they were on track. He now found himself in no doubt that Evan had been left with subliminal implants by the aliens that were designed to thwart discovery. They had clearly underestimated this man’s strength and absolute resolve to see this through.
Evan tried to put his seat in a reclined position but the flight attendant picked up on it immediately. Evan spotted her and put his seat back up into the upright position. Julius assisted him.
‘The catalyst that brings about the end, it’s somehow inside us. As is the solution. It’s inside us. They left it where it could never be lost. It will always be there when we need it if they left it inside us.’
‘I follow you,’ said Julius.
‘What you said earlier. That’s the answer. You said that whatever technology is the catalyst for the Armageddon event, it must also be what reveals the solution. The solution isn’t in the Bible Julius. They’ve hidden the solution in our DNA.’
‘A coded message in our DNA,’ said Julius now also thinking aloud. ‘The one place they know they can leave it and know with absolute certainty that it’ll be there when we need it. But how do they know we’ll find it? And in time?’
Evan indicated to the flight attendant that he needed a glass of water.
‘If decoding the Bible seemed difficult, the potential permutations within DNA would seem impossible by comparison. It couldn’t possibly be decoded before this new technology arrives.’
The water arrived, but Evan only took a small sip before attempting to recline his seat again. He quickly realized that it was a wasted effort. He seemed very restless and was clearly feeling quite unwell. Julius though, had failed to notice.
‘Imagine a world where each individual personally interacts biologically with computers many thousands, millions or trillions of times more powerful than today’s computers. Each person is a supercomputer, contributing to the cloud. Everything that is learnt by the individual is inter-connected to the wider community. The rate of learning would be absolutely fantastic. Did you see this Evan? Is this our future?’
Evan didn’t, or couldn’t, answer.
‘Technology of such magnitude would most certainly be a catalyst for great change. It must somehow also be the catalyst that brings about Armageddon. But how?’
Julius was completely unaware that Evan couldn’t hear his words.
‘This is a technology that would result in the sort of Utopian existence the alien telepathically communicated to you Evan . . . Evan!’
Suddenly, Evan began to have convulsions. Before Julius could react, a flight attendant came over and instructed him to move to a vacant seat several rows behind. Several other passengers nearby were also moved.
Evan’s seat was lain flat so that he could be rolled onto his side. A second flight attendant went forward to the cockpit to advise the Captain.
Moments later, the Captain addressed the passengers.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, we ha . . .’ Qantas flight QF74045 had been cleared for priority decent and landing. They would be arriving early.
There was nothing Julius could do. A flight attendant that Julius had noticed fussing over Evan earlier now sat next to him to monitor his condition. Julius was informed that a medical unit was standing by, awaiting their arrival. They would be landing ten minutes ahead of schedule.