The Guts of God (or, Why I Haven’t Been Blogging Lately)

Someone is waiting for me outside my building. He calls me by name; I have never seen him before. He begs me to share my wisdom, and does not believe me when I tell him I have none to offer. I am part of the overmind, he insists. I am connected to the Divine, I’ve seen things denied mortal men. I am the voice of God.

I remind him that God has fifteen million voices. I wish him luck finding one of the others. I warn him that God has turned many of us into rutebagas. He grows agitated; I have a duty, he growls. God did not bless me so that I could keep His Truth to myself, it is not mine to keep.

I’m afraid he might turn violent, but I am inside before he can do more than rant.

It’s happening everywhere. People seek us out. Some are content to touch the hems of our garments; others want more. A taste of whatever cosmic insights we forged when part of something greater. Should they risk that operation. Should they go to Heaven. Should they bet it all on #3.

We were not only the voice of God, we were the guts as well. The arms and legs, the synapses. God literally stitched Itself together out of our bodies, an inconceivably complex jigsaw assembled from any meat that happened to be wired in to the right servers. Surely such an intellect learned everything, while it was alive. Surely its pieces remember what it learned, now that it isn’t.

The Colonel reminds me that I can stay at the facility. I admit I’m tempted. It would be more convenient. It would be safer, now that the AIrheads have found me. But I can only talk to you there. I can’t feel you, not the way I can at home. And I’ve never fully shaken the belief that they’d keep me here by force if they could, if the optics permitted and the damage hadn’t already been done. They’d probably like nothing better than to see me cage myself.

Darcelle’s smile tightens a little, like shrinkwrap, when I decline. The Colonel merely shrugs and offers instead to post a drone outside my building. Nothing flashy or intimidating, nothing even noticeable to the casual observer. An invisible eye in the sky, just in case. It’s even smart enough to tell refugees from religious nuts—different mindsets have different tells, at least to eyes that can read saccades and muscle twitches from fifty meters—so I won’t have to worry about embarrassing false positives. The homeless and the destitute will be able to approach me as they always have; only those of ill-intent will even know it’s there.

I thank him, and accept his kind offer, and we both pretend his machines haven’t been staking out my every move from the start.



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Hank Roberts
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1 year ago

Want! Story!

Nestor
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Nestor
1 year ago

Nice.

Although I confess for the first few lines I began to worry this was another IRL adventure of yours rather than a piece of fiction, especially since I came from the Facebook post saying this was the reason you haven’t been blogging lately. “Oh no he has a stalker now, what the… oh wait it’s a blindopraxia ficlet”

Whew.

Jeff Bonkers
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Jeff Bonkers
1 year ago

The Colonel returns! Can’t wait to read more of this.

Dor Konforty
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Dor Konforty
1 year ago

Yes please.

has
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has
1 year ago

“The Guts of God (or, Why I Haven’t Been Blogging Lately)

Someone is waiting for me outside my building.”

Much disappoint. Was eagerly anticipating the inexorable denouement wherein Peter is eaten by a rabid fan.

fvngvs
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fvngvs
1 year ago

Oooh! More fiblets!
We always like more Colonel. I’m happy that he’s not yet been abandoned.

In other news, I just finished re-reading Cyclopterus. Shit, that’s grim.

Liav
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Liav
1 year ago

Hi Peter, thank you for the work, I’ve really enjoyed it over the years. I particularly like the Araneus fragment that was hidden in the text of FFR. I caught the continuation in Strategic Retreat, but still have anxiety about missing the next snippet. Will the whole thing be compiled at some point in one place?

ALSO WHEN IS OMNISCIENCE BEING PUBLISHED ? 🙂

Dale
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Dale
1 year ago

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!

Anonymous
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Anonymous
1 year ago

Awesome. Keep it up, man.

has
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has
1 year ago

Just in passing, but everybody’s adorable favorite 8-legged vampires got a fist-bump on Ars last week:

https://arstechnica.com/science/2021/10/spiders-are-much-smarter-than-you-think/

(A few Ars readers could also be seen cutting themselves in its comments section afterwards, as is proper.)

Andy
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Andy
1 year ago

has

If I’m ever rich and famous I’ll hire a Portia spider as my PR agent; those wee buggers seem to have it all figured out.

listedproxyname
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listedproxyname
1 year ago

“staking out my every move from the start”

Wheels inside the wheels and the story behind the story. The Colonel is the the most ordinary soldier on most extraordinary mission.

Andy
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Andy
1 year ago

Last fiblet the Colonel was like “fuck the world, all I want is to see my son” and now he’s taking on the Eastern Dharmic Alliance? Swings and roundabouts for days, I see. Can’t wait to learn how that came to pass.

Viljami
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Viljami
1 year ago

has,

There was a nice discussion in here about it:
https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=29138373

People were sharing positive their experiences interacting with spiders.

Andy
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Andy
1 year ago

Peter Watts: He does ultimately reconnect with his son, though. Or something like that.

Why do I get a funny feeling that reconnection’s gonna be somehow literal?

ken
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ken
1 year ago

Regarding the publication of Omniscience:

Is self-publishing a thing you’d ever consider? There are plenty of ways you can get a physical book printed and shipped these days, but what are the disadvantages? Is the money you’d ultimately receive better or worse?

Granted, I know nothing about publishing a book, and don’t know if a self-published book puts a black mark on your record, hurting your chances of ever being picked up by a large publisher again. At this point (given your comment about the exploitative nature of publishing) do you even care?

Do you have a literary agent who handles these deals for you? Can you put the thumbscrews to him/her and get some positive action?

Anyway, I speak for all in saying we all eagerly and patiently await your next book.

Ken Kennedy
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1 year ago

Fiblets rock. They are handily beaten by completed, published works…but they still *rock*. Thank you, sir!

Peka
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Peka
1 year ago

Took me a while to realise it wasn’t your actual explanation, why you haven’t been blogging recently. If Omniscience won’t be published it would be heartreaking. Your books are my best sources of existential dread. The fact that publishers didn’t accept your book was shocking for me.
If it will contuniue that way, are you considering other options like crowd funding? Or it will just lie on the desk until better times?

Andy
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Andy
1 year ago

Been meaning to ask and forgot: Dr. Watts, have you seen “Dune” by any chance and if so, what is your opinion on it?

has
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has
1 year ago

@Peter: I very much appreciated your introduction to Portia. As a bear of very little brain, her emulated hunting strategy is the one I use myself.

Nestor
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Nestor
1 year ago

Hey, so this piece on single sexed salamanders reminded me of Bruks’ travails in the desert with genetically contaminated lizards, only these babies are 100% natural. Here’s the keyword: Kleptogenesis

has
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has
1 year ago

Nestor:
Hey, so this piece on single sexed salamanders reminded me of Bruks’ travails in the desert with genetically contaminated lizards, only these babies are 100% natural.

I once had a short story idea involving first contact with an intelligent species that had evolved the natural ability to splice in genes from other lifeforms for unparalleled adaptability. (Needless to say, their splicing of human genes ended in global disaster.) But my fiction writing sucks absolute donkey balls so I am happy to learn that our own Mother Nature has already written it for me.

Here’s the keyword: Kleptogenesis

And a most excellent word it is. (So that’ll be Book 4 of the Trilogy then, once Peter’s knocked out #3?)

Greggles
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Greggles
1 year ago

Great to see some more of your writing. I had no idea that the 21s god was a part of the blindopraxiverse.

Now I’m wondering if it’s emergence is what triggered rho’s decision to ascend which lead to Bruks selection to be the prophet. It’s been puzzling me for years what it was about Bruks that made him special.

Anyways, looking forward to the next fiblet or book.

I’m glad to hear you’re not working under a deadline.

Gordan Zelnicki
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11 months ago

Nice, and refreshing. Give us some more!… Lately I’m reading Golem(Stanislaw Lem)and it is perfect but a little bit rusty…

BTW
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BTW
11 months ago

This might sound random, but: how do you think the hiveminds would sleep? Would sleep patterns be dictated by the biology of a node, or would the big thing override it? Would they sleep in turns, like dolphins or parrots keeping one brain hemisphere “on”? Would that in turn mean that a bug enough hivemind never sleeps, but has on average some percentage of nodes off?

Andy
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Andy
11 months ago

BTW,

Are you saying some nodes nod off?

Sorry (not really).

BTW
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BTW
11 months ago

Cool! Now the monster has a butthole 😀