We sleep. The chimp makes grudging corrections to a myriad small trajectories. I set the alarm to wake me every few weeks, burn a little more of my candle in case the AI tries to pull another fast one; but for now, it seems to be behaving itself. 428 jumps towards us in the stop-motion increments of a life’s moments, strung like beads along an infinite string. The factory floor slews to starboard in our sights: refineries, reservoirs, and nanofab plants, swarms of von Neumans breeding and cannibalising and recycling each other into shielding and circuitry, tugboats and spare parts. The very finest Cro Magnon technology mutates and metastasises across the universe like armor-plated cancer. <\/p>\n
And hanging like a curtain between it<\/i> and us<\/i> shimmers an iridescent life form, fragile and immortal and unthinkably alien, that reduces everything my species ever accomplished to mud and shit by the simple transcendent fact of mere existence. I have never believed in gods, never believed in universal good or absolute evil. I have only ever believed that there is what works, and what doesn’t. All the rest is smoke and mirrors, trickery to manipulate grunts like me.<\/p>\n
But I believe in The Island, because I don’t have<\/i> to. It does not need to be taken on faith: it looms ahead of us, its existence an empirical fact. I will never know its mind, I will never know the details of its origin and evolution. But I can see<\/i> it: massive, mindboggling, so utterly inHuman that it can’t help <\/i>but be better than us, better than anything we ever could have become. <\/p>\n
I believe in The Island. I gambled my own son to save its life. I would have killed him to avenge its death.<\/p>\n
I may yet.<\/p>\n
In all these millions of wasted years, I have finally done something worthwhile.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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