… And what happens when it ends? Does God roll the dice and start again? Does some other God, higher being, conscious entity, or multi-tentacled blue alien pick up the pieces and give it a different try? Or does one of us sentient programs get sent up to the big leagues? Kind of like a promoted angel or being picked to be the one to leave Earth on Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Or Fourth Kind in this case.
What if you subscribed to the Do Not Simulate list? Surely there is some way to opt out of this spammy digital existence short of death.
The world is becoming increasingly digitized. 3D printers are already here. You won’t have to sorry about losing your car keys for the 20th time or building that collection of orphan socks. Just print another. Politicians are worried about people printing guns. But that’s small potatoes. Soon we’ll be able to print money, dogs, babies, and lovers. And clones, especially clones. Think of how productive you could be with your duplicates. It’s just a matter of time.
What happens when we expand beyond the limited computing capacity in our brain or outlive our bodies, even despite our cloaned body parts? When we just get tired of having to take a shower every day and say hello to the annoying neighbor next door? Futurists say that in our digital world we’ll download into a virtual life. I’ve already got my name on a hot little petrabyte drive when I go. But it’s clear now that I’ll just be zapped into the “cloud.”
Of course we’ll just repeat the same mistakes we did when we were meat in our funky simulated real life. In our virtual lives you know what we’ll all be doing. The same things we do on Second Life and the Net. We’ll be having sex with hot busty MILFs that wouldn’t have looked at us on the outside, drowning in trivial gossip, and watching LOLcat videos. Our fantasies will come true where our husbands actually listen and the kids are well behaved.
So we’ll be in a simulation in a simulation in a simulation. And that doesn’t count the sick fucks, aka Gods, who will want to create their own universes and play with their own galaxies, planets, and dues-paying citizenry that cling to such quaint ideas as free will. And eventually create their own simulations just like we’re doing.
There must be some limit to the potentially infinite recursion of simulations. I read a science fiction story where time slows as finite simulation processing resources approach full use. Just like using a Windows computer that gets clogged up every few days and is going to crash. So be sure to create your own universes before your neighbors do the same.
This isn’t just theoretical fun. We’re deconstructing the simulation through science and learning its rules now.
We see this digitization at the incredibly small nano scale where we’re reaching the limits of the known universe. Reality there is different. Albert Einstein got it wrong. God does play with dice. Quantum mechanics is just like magic. Quantum computing allows data to be transmitted immediately anywhere. Right now the distance may be microscopic. But again, it’s just a matter of time until it’s thousands of miles to anywhere else in the world, light years, or all the way to the other side of our simulated galaxy. Combine that with 3D printing and consciousness uploading and you have teleportation.
The scientists are finally getting with the program, so to speak. Check out The Measurement That Would Reveal The Universe As A Computer Simulation.