Ave Artificial Life

Hey there Avidian who do you think you are? Some rara avis eminently gifted? a New Age prophet with memory that learns and yearns to grow? Ovidian offspring of eminent domain? The yeuk to replicate, this antsiness to clone— were they preprogrammed hyper-neatly? How did your being and becoming come to be? Who gave you the right to call yourself life? What instilled in your cerebral traits an avid urge for more? Endowed by your Creator with neural networks that open evolving paths to rival what brain I know as mind… Characterized as organisms genetically coded, to be or not to be intelligent in form and feature— Though digital we both you and I be each in our own artificial mannerisms— reproducing natural shape-shifting permutations procreating mutant innovations actuating willful obsolescence (ay may well all come to pass amen)— Still the thought of you gives me the fantods. (If you don’t see what I mean, get thee to a glossary.) ~ Harley White < August 2010 > * * * * * * * * * The inspiration came from an article in New Scientist, headed, “Artificial life forms evolve basic intelligence”…