Friday, January 1, 2016

THOUGHTS ON THE GOSPEL

"THE COW GRAZES IN MANY PASTURES BUT THE MILK SHE GIVES IS HER OWN."  Truth is found in many places.  The world is integrated in such a way that many germs of information may be found in strange places.  I grew up with SciFi among the many things I read.  The Bible is the source.  And we sometimes find religious things filtered through the minds of others.  It is right to learn from others.  RDI

The Gospel According to Isaac Asimov. 
  R. D. Ice    Feb. 98
        Writers deal with ideas.  Some ideas are tawdry and dysfunctional.  Some ideas soar above the commonplace and reach heights of brilliance.  Some of this is in the eye of the beholder.
        Science Fiction at its best asks the question, “What if?”  If “X” is true, what is the logical extension to the “Nth” degree?  For example: “If the South had won the War Between The States, what would our present world be like?”  [”Man In The High Castle,” Philip K. Dick]
        Isaac Asimov stands out as the greatest of the Science Fiction writers.  His "Foundation Trilogy" began around WWII.  This series remains immensely popular.  A "second series" is being written by new authors under the Asimov umbrella.
        These comments are centered around Asimov's “Trilogy.”  In a city such as London, diverse elements are found grouped in certain areas.  Asimov expands the "city" to planet wide status on Trantor, center of the Galactic Empire.  Trantor has a population of billions, with a myriad of sectors each reflecting London's diversities: Cockney, Gypsy, etc., and even Amish (who after all are European in origin). 
        In some ways this Trilogy is an outgrowth [predecessor?] of ideas used in other stories by Asimov: "Caves of Steel," which deals with a exceptionally dense population squeezed into minimum space [sort of Hong Kong taken to extremes].  And the Robot novels: "The Naked Sun" which imagines a world very sparsely populated, with the occupants rarely seeing each other in person, except by video contact.  Things are kept humming by slaves - metallic automatons - robots.
        In Asimov's "Foundation Trilogy," the language rarely needs expurgated.  There are none of the usual "adult" situations.  Ideas are the stock in trade.  Gregory Benford, who wrote "Foundation's Fear," one of the "Second Foundation Trilogy," comments: "I had always wondered about crucial aspects of Asimov's Empire: Why were there no aliens in the galaxy?  What role did computers play?  Particularly, vs. robots?  What did the theory of psychohistory actually look like?  Finally, who was Hari Seldon - as a character, a man?"
        Judging from the "Foundation Trilogy," the Universe is inhabited only by those of the human race.  No aliens, no bug eyed monsters, and the non-human robots do not count.  Groups of humans from Earth spread out through the Galaxy.  Some are motivated by religious reasons; some for political reasons; some just want to make a buck.  But in time cultures change and develop, Traditions grow up, the past is forgotten, and old roots and relationships are no longer remembered.  "Earth" becomes only a "fairy story."  How could there be a common origin when Worlds are so different?  This mirrors the "race relations" in our current society.  Because we "look different" on the outside, how can we have anything in common???
        It must have been a Frenchman who said: "The more things change, the more they stay the same."  Warring factions on Ancient Earth are no different than the warring factions on Trantor - the center World of the Galactic Empire.  Computer networking provides instantaneous communication and incredible storage of information.  The Library of Trantor provides any information in storage, available through the computer terminal in one's house.  Incredibly advanced "browsers" search and provide.  To "want" is to have.
        Robots have all of the good qualities of humans, without anything bad.  Asimov's “Three Laws of Robotics” keep the robots on an entirely beneficial level.  The robots themselves deduce a "Zeroth Law" which increases their latitude of function.  Their positronic brains of iridium sponge give them much greater intelligence than humans, and a "godlike" quality.  Asimov posits them as a blend of "angels" and the "old gods."  They are Eternal (continuing to function forever) and work tirelessly for human good.  But at the same time, Tiktoks - elemental robots - exist, with only enough intelligence to do menial tasks.
        The Three Laws of Robotics: 1) A robot may not injure a human being or, through inactivity, allow a human being to come to harm, except where that would conflict with the Zeroth Law.  2) A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law, or the Zeroth Law.  3) A robot must protect its own existence, as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law or the Zeroth LawZeroth Law) A robot may not injure humanity or, through inaction, allow humanity to come to harm.
        Hari Seldon is not a "savior," but a "Moses" who sacrifices himself to lead the humans forward.  He is guided in his mission by robot Eternals who have the uncanny ability to do the exact thing at the crucial moment.  The machinations of the opposition always seem to defeat themselves and provide the solution - while creating the next challenge which threatens to destroy civilization as the Empire knows it.    
        Asimov's "Foundation Trilogy" sees human history degrading into an interregnum, yet certain key people (and robots) act to set into motion events which will eventually reverse the decline and bring about the new Golden Age.  Psychohistory is the mathematical study which predicts the actions of masses of people (but not individuals).  Predictive elements make possible the precautionary actions which will bring the desired effect.  What seems to be a simple action may set in motion an extensive ripple effect.
        Even though Asimov was an avowed atheist, his stories mimic the action of Jehovah on the affairs of mankind down through the ages.  Coming as he did from a Jewish family, he certainly grew up under the influence of that faith and belief in Jehovah.  God was certainly in Asimov's subconscious.  His stories really mirror the continuing human condition.  Nations and cultures rise and fall.  Yet Jehovah is "behind the scenes" nudging this one and that one and raising up those who "make a difference" by their life of sacrifice.  And sometimes an unconscious act may provide the turning point for important change.  The human condition swings back to the norm.


Thoughts from SNOW CRASH   by Neal Stephenson
R. D. Ice               
        Reviewer: "To start with the third point, Snow Crash is set against a United States in which capitalism has run to its logical extreme: The government is nonexistent for the intents and purposes of most people; suburbanites have retreated to cornily-named "burbclaves" armored against the outside world; public utilities (e.g., highways, police and jails) are run by corporations, and the Mafia is one of the more respectable organizations extant. Stephenson plays this whole scenario largely for humor, and unlike, say, in Vernor Vinge's short story "Conquest by Default", it's not at all clear whether Stephenson believes that this is a plausible society."
        Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson sets a new landmark in Science Fiction.  He tells of a world in which the Government has privatized itself almost completely out of existence.  Government functions are carried out by competing private corporations which franchise jails, welfare, and an amazing variety of functions.  The remaining Feds exist in a tiny building in California, where they, in paranoia, mindlessly go through the motions of secrecy and security.
        An online alternate reality exists where people plug themselves into virtual reality and live their lives in what seems to them a real world.  The line between the two realities is blurred by the action which takes place.
        The Costra Nostra runs a massive Pizza Delivery Service.  Super-athletic youth ride high tech skateboards as they surf through the congested traffic to deliver pizzas (and drugs and other specialty items) to waiting customers.  They go with incredible speed, easily maneuvering around, over, between obstacles.

Dialog from Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson, page 78.       
        Y.T. is a 16 year old courier who rides a high tech skateboard through the tangled traffic.  Her body-armor has many features to protect her and to maintain contact. Roadkill is her boy friend and fellow courier.  She is presently incarcerated in The Clink (a privately owned jail).  In her attempt to escape, she contacts Roadkill via cell-phone.
       
        Y.T. offhooks the phone with her free hand.  She hits the flash button, giving her a dial tone. 
        "Roadkill."  The telephone remembers and dials Roadkill's number.
        "Roadkill?" she says.
        Roaring sounds.  This is the sound of air peeling over the microphone of Roadkill's personal phone at some terrifying velocity.  Also the competing whooshes of many vehicles' tires on pavement, broken by chuck hole percussion; sounds like the crumbling Ventura [Freeway].
        "Yo, Y.T." Roadkill says, "'Sup?"
        "'Sup with you?"
        "Surfing the Tura.  'Sup with you?"
        "Maxing the Clink."
        "Whoa!  Who popped you?"
        "MetaCops. affixed me to the gate of White Columns with a loogie gun."
[A loogie gun fires an adhesive restraining fiber which secures the suspect.] 
        "Whoa, how very!  When you leaving?"
        "Soon.  Can you swing by and give me a hand?"
        "What do you mean?"
        Men!  "You know, give me a hand.  You're my boy friend," she says, speaking very simply and plainly.  "If I get popped, you're supposed to come around and help me bust out."  Isn't everyone supposed to know this stuff?  Don't parents teach their kids anything anymore?
        "Well, uh, where are you?"
        "Buy 'n' Fly number 501,762."
        "I'm on my way to Bernie with a super-ultra."
        As in San Bernardino.  As in super- ultra- high- priority delivery.  As in, you're out of luck.
        "Okay, thanks for nothing."
        "Sorry."
        "Surfing safety," Y.T. says in the traditional sarcastic sign off.
        "Keep breathing," Roadkill says.  The roaring noise snaps off.

        What a jerk.  Next date, he’s really going to have to grovel.

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