# Conscious machine

- Link: https://www.andreidraganescu.info/2016/10/31/conscious-machine/
- Published: 2016-10-31T13:56:16+03:00
- Author: Andrei Draganescu

So there is this intelligent body and this consciousness that must somehow work 
together. The body doesn’t care much about its eventual expiration, it cares a lot
about present integrity. The consciousness cares less about present integrity but
is scared shitless of the incoming end.

Intelligence is evolution at work. But consciousness is a side effect that rose 
up from the predictive analysis which intelligence enabled. Your body knows what
it does. It knows it so well it doesn’t care much about you, as a person. No cell
asks you if you’re happy with its DNA reading. You are built on a scripted execution
environment.

At the level of the body prediction is minimal. There is possibly some kind of intelligence
at the level of matter and some primal form at cellular level, but there are no 
unscripted decisions in the formation, maturing and living processes of a being.
If it were you’d start growing a skin pocket for that cell phone by now. The homeostasis
solution is known and at this level, in this environment, awareness is not required.
Levels, this word repeated in this paragraph is essential to grasp: we’re layered
things.

Our internal bodily processes happen without any supervision from what we call “
us”. Isn’t that weird? It is amazing that most of the known diseases would be cured
much easier if we could “tell” the body to stop doing something. The freaking flu
happens because of too much immune response, wouldn’t it be nice to tell your body
to stop overreacting?

Why don’t we have a dashboard with status parameters? Because what we call “I” or“
me” is merely a small side effect of a tool the body thought would be nice to use:
consciousness. We have this illusion of free will because the body does not oppose
anything in particular, unless you direct your self at you. Suicide and self harm
are the exception not the rule.

We’re a thin film on top of everything and the everything we’re on top of doesn’t
seem to share our goals and aspirations. It is important to realize how external
to your body you are. That out of body thing reported so much, that is the constant
thing happening. The senses are really immersive yet what you call you is out there
already. This fluctuating electrochemical equilibrium that defines you is not made
of the same thing the supporting layers are made of.

You are an intelligent machinery, with billion years old scripts executing non stop
in perfect order and some error correction with highly accurate short term prediction
abilities, stuck to this consciousness which is a small thing busy with being itself
while depending on the intelligent machinery for its existence.

We have a dream, a waking dream actually, of cohesion, as if we’re the same, integral,
contiguous, smooth, inside and outside, at all times. The intelligent machine is.
The consciousness is. By themselves. Together the cohesiveness breaks.

Freedom. I find it funny when I think of some cell locked into its place and purpose,
controlled by the greater good’s aim of resilience. We see this interference of 
the machine with the conscious aware being in the way we model what we call the 
world: always coming back to units with easy to understand designated functions,
always striving to define and box freedom into degrees that are painless to stretch
into, continuously finding solutions that work on old maladjusted systems, resistant
to environment but frail on the inside.

Higher conscious levels don’t have the access required to devise a clear system.
Most of what we call “I” and “me” is so busy being separate that we rely in huge
proportion on insight offered by unconscious and subconscious processes.

In a world made by fully aware conscious superior beings there is only spontaneous
structure, the memory is collective, knowledge freely shared, goals vary and the
greater good is the shared understanding of the uncertainty ahead. But there is 
no such thing so far.

We’re passengers on a vessel with a known destination, except that we don’t want
to get there. Some are the noble guests on the deck of this vessel. some clandestine
in the hideouts of the machine’s belly. Above and below though we share the impotence
of changing course.

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You know, [Fabiana](https://medium.com/u/1083bbff60eb) I wrote this after going 
through the [constellation based G ](https://georgiebc.wordpress.com/2015/12/24/getgee-tools-for-self-governance-part-1/)
universal database and trust network by Heather Marsh. Unsure of the connection :
D, anyway …