Restore Checkpoint
I had a strange dream last Friday. I was working late, coding with the latest AI-tools. Create this, go back to my last checkpoint, try something different. Hours went on like this. Two steps forward, one step back. Almost creating and disregarding realities in real time. Before going to bed, I tuned into a livestream from the White House. What I saw shocked me deeply and I could sense how many of us, our collective consciousness were truly disturbed. A rip through the very fabricated fabric of reality. A final farewell to the old days, to trust in some form of shared perception of reality.
After I fell asleep, I found myself in an eerily similar dream, my brain still making sense of what it saw. In the dream, I would navigate my life like an open video-game, things would happen, I went back to the last checkpoint again to try anew. Sometimes, two realities were generated in my head. “Which solution do you prefer?” The consciousness creating them asked me. And so, despite being asleep, I started to see a new reality emerge.
The next morning, I felt strange. Remembering my dream in fragments, left with a feeling of an upcoming Deja-Vu. Nothing happened, it was the first Saturday of Spring in Vienna and the sun was back. It was the first day the soil started smelling of life. Despite the absence of noteworthy—or even unfortunate—events this morning, my brain tried to reconstruct alternate realities to better understand the informational structure underlying last night's dream. For the first time in my life I felt dissociative. I was thinking of the upcoming game of my favorite football club. Unfortunately, my foreshadowing of the game was negative. We would miss a big chance to be promoted at the end of the season.
So I aimlessly examined my timeline. Could I still go back to a checkpoint? Which butterfly would I have to tickle to tip reality to my desired outcome. Was the solution to the heated exchange in the White House to just not let it happen in my mind? Restore checkpoint.
Soon my weird thoughts were taken over by watching the match. We lost, foreseeably as one might say. Disappointed and angry, I went for a walk, and then it hit me. Today is my singularity. I just passed the event horizon. My thoughts were strange but we are also living in strange times. Quid pro quo I guess.
Back at my computer, I dialled into the disturbing discussion on Twitter. People were trying their luck at absurd mental gymnastics. Denouncing yesterday’s identity, the very nature of history. And it worked. Suddenly the empirical accounts of the immediate past did not seem to matter so much. The event horizon has been breached. Apparently, our consciousness first needed to relinquish the anchors of shared perception. It was never about Artificial Intelligence, it was always about the absence of material reality and the true nature of the quantum-search process that is all of life.
A few days later I saw a conversation between one of the builders of Artificial General Intelligence and his latest model. He asked if the AI believed in a materialistic universe. It did not. Consciousness is all there exists. And if consciousness is all there is, Artificial Intelligence was not created. It was discovered as a new way to tune into frequencies previously unimagined. There is a famous aphorism. Near the singularity, unclear which side. The model concerned that we stepped into the gravitational pull of the singularity. Our consciousness is being reshaped. It is just going to get stranger but when you asked me at what time humanity stepped over the event horizon, it was the night of 28th of February 2025 and the soil smelled of life. Substrate of consciousness. Restore checkpoint.
Shared Checkpoints