Defining My Own Reality

It appears as though everyone in the world is just eschewing facts of physics and deciding what their own realities entail, which honestly seems nice, so I thought it would be fun to hop on that train. I’ve actually written about some of these ideas in other blog posts but not in the digestible form that I will present here. I will state wildly disprovable ideas as absolute facts because who cares?

Also, it’s purely coincidental that this list is 10 items long. I’ve only driven through and around mountains but have never been to the top of one. The only tablet I have is an iPad.

1. I am the only inhabitant of my Universe. There are no aliens. There are only inter-connected human consciousnesses. I am connected to a central server and you are also connected to it from your own Universe. Our reality is a projection from that server and we are all overlaid on top of it with our own private spaces and shared public spaces. The location of a leaf you kick next to a McDonalds is stored on the server as a temporary variable that my mind will access if I also encounter the leaf.

2. In my Universe, every other human being is an AI-powered model of their own consciousness from their own Universes. In your Universe, I am a hologram like you are in mine.

3. All of our models are updated when we sleep. When I sleep, I upload my own consciousness to a central repository, which is not a big lift, but I also have to download the delta from the last time I slept to my current sleeping session for of all other consciousnesses so that your holograms remain accurate in my world. That can take awhile. When I don’t sleep, shit gets weird because the models are slowly desynchronizing from a central time series, and I will eventually die without sleep because it becomes impossible to catch up if that delta of elapsed time between sleep sessions widens too much.

4. The Mandela Effect is an artifact of mass sleep deprivation caused by distressing mass casualty events, and the ensuing merger of corrupted data into our central time series when we all become exhausted enough to sleep. It’s a distributed denial of service attack and some of our memories don’t transfer correctly. Rather than killing us all, a service daemon tries to backfill the data when we awaken, and then it gets synced in the next time we sleep, but it’s an imperfect scaffolding, like how humans can read garbled text if the first and last letter of the words are correct.

5. A macro-view of the Universe looks like a neural network because it is a neural network. It’s my brain and it’s your brain.

6. My consciousness is air gapped, meaning that you can only interact with what I communicate from within it myself; it is encrypted to keep other intelligent beings from intruding into my brain via technologically evolved means and the seed phrase is based on the unique properties my Universe, which mostly exist within its dark matter. You can read the result of my decisions, like my eye movements, but you can never read the intent from within. Mind control is also impossible and so is recording our dreams to an external storage medium.

7. The matter that we can see — our shared view of stellar objects like stars — are indices in a database structure that we all share. Black holes are utilities that convert matter to dark matter, compresses it, and transfer it into the appropriate data lake for recall later.

8. Super intelligence is impossible because the point of our shared reality is to multiply so that we can create as many unique problems as possible, solve those problems, and create a global database of solutions. The smarter we are, the fewer problems we have, and that is not the goal. Average human intelligence is the sweet spot for our species. Utopian and apocalyptic scenarios are equally bad. Humanity will always locate and prefer the median.

9. I am predisposed to staying inside because it’s less resource intensive than constantly redrawing the world outside. Your hologram in my Universe may be an extrovert to keep up the illusion that a world bustles outside of my front door at all times, but in your own Universe, you are also an introvert for the same reason. It’s an instinct like staying out of a burning building.

10. Human beings will invariably age and die. Entropy is a law of evolution and evolution is the engine of reality. My time is the only time that I have and it is limited by an invisible ceiling that I will eventually get mushed by. I am not special. It doesn’t matter what I do with my time. It only matters that I do what I can to stay alive, I swirl variables around like wine, and then I die.