asciilifeform: (they never got the wear circuits to behave plausibly like a real-life bathtub curve, either. so the things would routinely ship with varying number of working hash cores, etc)
asciilifeform: i am picturing, one day measured value of plank's constant shifts, mircea_popescu goes back to sleep, says 'this shift was implicit all along, could not otherwise happen.' and will sleep until the very integers get up and walk around.
asciilifeform: unrelatedly, not long ago had a brain-melting mindfuck, browsed maths crud on 'amazon' rec list, and noticed b00k, 'wait a sec, where did i see the author' - turns out, in email box
asciilifeform: i might get eaten as a snack on said planet, but it'd be almost worth it
asciilifeform: followed by a good ol'fashioned chess-boxing match on weekend.
asciilifeform: this being said, i wouldn't mind visiting limonov's (or mircea_popescu's for that matter) planet where folks practice bare-handed head-chopping from sunrise to noon, and measure neutron cross-sections, compose symphonies, after dinner
asciilifeform: wake me up when the he-men create so much as a 'aa' battery.
asciilifeform: i cannot say to this, but only take off my hat.
asciilifeform: i suppose if asteroid cleaned everybody's clock but the hydrothermal vent microbes, mircea_popescu would (from his dirigible!) still say, 'nothing novel, planet still crawling with whatevers, snore'
asciilifeform pictures mircea_popescu blasting off to mothership, tells chums 'this planet is a mega-snore, nothing ~ever~ changes there, let's get outtahere'
asciilifeform: and my arse still takes up space in 3 dimensions, big whoop
asciilifeform: and i suppose 'human processes' didn't change a lick since pharaonic egypt. aha, right.
asciilifeform: i can boot up fortran and set 1 to equal 2 also.
asciilifeform: i know full well that mircea_popescu can arbitrarily redefine 'a thing' for there to be none.
