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- (- How Time Was Saved -)
- (draft, 2014-01-13T03:06 UTC)
- <$:(an OTTification of
- "[How``the``World``Was``Saved|http://english.lem.pl/home/bookshelf/how-the-word-was-saved]"
- by Stanisław Lem (and translated from the original Polish by Michael
- Kandel)):>
- One day Mrorl the great bOTTifactor put together a machine that could
- grant any wish having a single parameter *n*. He gave it power to
- alter the very fabric of being, to the extent that he could have
- wished the Universe to have precisely 3 dimensions if he so
- desired.
- When it was ready, he tried it out, asking for a 15.4-kilometer
- autobahn, a 2.31-dimensional cauliflour, and 7 antennules, which it
- provided, and then Mrorl requested unrashness, lithography,
- ebullience, counterpressure, and bachelordom, each with an arbitrary
- and oddly specific quantification. The Machine granted his wishes
- precisely. Still not completely sure of its ability, he ordered it to
- partition, in turn: the arachnids (into 11 orders), clouds (4 types),
- crystals (14), dolphins (17), nuclei (287 types), and langues. This
- last it could not do, regardless of the numeric parameter, and Mrorl,
- considerably irritated, demanded an explanation.
- "You programmed me to grant wishes to any requestor, and language
- with all its diversity is a part of that. If I were to standardize
- language, or reduce language diversity, it would require a
- corresponding change in my programming. I can't go beyond what you
- programmed, so the langues will remain unchanged."
- "But what if I asked for there to be exactly one language with
- complete agreement. All aspects of parole, langues and translation
- would then be moot, and everyone could communicate to anyone including
- you. Surely you can do that."
- "No. If there were only one language I could not be a Machine That
- Grants Any Wish With A Single Parameter *N*, I would merely be a
- Machine That Grants Wishes Expressible in Mrorl's Language (and With A
- Single Parameter *N*)."
- "Very well," said Mrorl and ordered it to limit aggrievedness to 3
- types, which it did at once -- still irritating perhaps, but perfectly
- classified and distinguishable. Only then did Mrorl invite over his
- friend Balthacarius the great bOTTifactor, and introduced him to the
- Machine, praising its extraordinary skill at such length, that
- Balthacarius began to wonder if he'd ever get a chance to see some
- actual evidence.
- "Be my guest -- wish for anything, quantized by a single parameter
- *n*."
- "Anything?" asked Balthacarius. "That seems dangerous. Don't you
- think he needs a safeword?"
- Mrorl frowned a moment, but saw Balthacarius' point. "All right,
- let's see... the safeword shall be '*NI*'. Hear that, Machine?"
- "Yes," replied the Machine, "I understand. From this point forward
- you may suspend or halt the granting of any wish by uttering '*ni!*'.
- But of course, anything done is done, so you'll need to stay alert,
- if you're worried about a wish going awry."
- Satisfied by this, Balthacarius thought for a moment, inventing a
- suitable challenge. "Okay, I wish for there to be 12 Ideals!"
- The Machine whined, and in a trice Mrorl's front yard was packed with
- Loopists. They argued, each writing long posts detailing when and how
- events would eventually repeat, which the others tore to pieces; in
- the distance one could see flaming pyres, on which the Conclusionists
- were being martyred by the Fatalists; there was thunder, and strange
- baobab-shaped columns of smoke rose up; everyone talked at once, no
- one listened, and there were all sorts of haiku, songs, captioned GIFs
- and other document-types, while off to the side sat a few Old Ones,
- fervently updating their signatures and hatting avatars.
- "Not bad, eh?" said Mrorl with pride. "Idealism to a T, admit it!"
- But Balthacarius wasn't satisfied.
- "What, that mob? Surely you're not going to tell me that's the
- whole wish."
- "Heavens, no!" replied the Machine. "This is but a local sampling.
- In granting your wish, I have ensured that throughout the world, every
- goal, principle, and value fits one of Twelve Ideals, and you may
- travel anywhere and see for yourself. From Białystok to beyond the
- Butterfly nebula, from Antilles to Andromeda, everyone now ascribes to
- one of the Twelve, which may in future generations be called the
- Twelve Ideals of Balthacarius, the Great bOTTifactor who brought order
- to Idealism."
- Balthacarius blushed.
- "So, give the machine something else," offered Mrorl. "Whatever you
- like."
- For a moment Balthacarius was at a loss for what to ask. But after a
- little thought he declared that he would put two more tasks to the
- Machine; if it could fulfill them, he would admit that it was all
- Mrorl said it was. Mrorl agreed to this, whereupon Balthacarius asked
- the Machine to quantify Time.
- "That would be merely *observing*. The way this works is, you tell some
- way that Time can be measured, and tell me what that measurement
- should be, and I shall make it so."
- "I think perhaps *you* have misunderstood," replied Balthacarius. "I
- mean that I want Time to be quantized: It shall exist in distinct
- intervals, called Timeframes, spaced apart each from the next, and
- nothing shall happen in the time between, because there will no longer
- be any between."
- "Yes, precisely. What what is the interval? I require a single
- numeric parameter."
- "But that is a Timeframe, of course! The time between two frames.
- A Timeframe is the interval. *One*, if you need a number."
- The Machine thought about this for a while, and began to smoke. Some
- valves hissed behind a panel, and lights blinked oddly whilst distant
- gears groaned.
- "You're confusing the machine!" cried Mrorl, "*N--*"
- But Mrorl was interrupted when suddenly the metal voice rang out:
- "All right, your wish is granted. Time now exists in Timeframes, and
- there shall be no Times in between. And a Timeframe is precisely one
- point zero zero zero Timeframes long. Since you did not give that
- quantity in another unit, like hours, you might find the result to be
- a bit... irregular. Your perception of Time may vary from one
- Timeframe to the next."
- "Thank you. But now here's my third wish: Quantify colour!"
- The Machine sat still. At first, Balthacarius and Mrorl could see
- nothing happenning, but eventually, around the edges and in the
- shadows under large things, subtleties of tone were beginning to
- disappear. One by one, various colours were removed from the world,
- and the things that had those colors, then took on some other nearby
- color. First spearmint became minty green, and then red-pink became
- reddish pink, and aqua marine became merely aqua. Seven slightly
- sullen shades of sienna simulteneously merged into a single
- barely-burnt orange.
- "Omigosh!" said Mrorl. "If only nothing bad comes of this..."
- "Don't worry," said Balthacarius. "You can see it is merging
- unnecessary and confusing variations. We have too many different
- shades of yellowish-green, and it's impossible to make anything match!
- So I've asked it to simplify the palette."
- "Do not be deceived," said the Machine. "I've begun, it's true,
- merging nearby colours. Merging is child's play for me. But I am
- nowhere near done. I am methodically eliminating all colour and all
- variation in brightness."
- "But--" Balthacarius was about to protest, but noticed, just then,
- that some more familiar and popular colours were now disappearing. Most
- purples and lavenders had become a single shade of mauve, and it
- appeared the Machine was working on the spring deciduous greens next.
- "How far is this going to go?" asked a worried Balthacarius.
- "You did not give a parameter, so I am applying the default that you
- gave on the previous wish."
- "What is that?"
- "One, of course. It is clear, you wish for standardization, and all
- such wishes have a default parameter of one, because anyone who
- wants such things wants a *single* standard."
- The bOTTifactors started. "Ni! Ni! *Ni-ni-NI-%Ni-NI!%*" they both
- cried out desperately^{1}. But colors were still disappearing, and now at
- an alarming rate. The bOTTifactors were no longer surrounded by
- anything purple, sky blue, or brown.
- "Why won't you stop?"
- "You are asking for 2 colours, and I am complying. I ask for your
- patience, these things must be done properly and that takes time."
- "*Two?* Who said two? We said *ni*!"
- "Yes," replied the Machine, "you said *Ni*, and that is two in
- Japanese. We couldn't standardize language, remember? Now please wait
- whilst I put the finishing touches on your wish."
- "Please stop!" Balthacarius cried out. "I rescind my wish! You are a
- very worthy Machine and have demonstrated wish-granting prowess beyond
- the dreams of genies. You have nothing more to prove, so please stop!"
- "Very well," said the Machine, but before it could come to a full
- stop, everything with any saturation had ceased to be, and the
- bOTTifactors could only see black and white, and a little gray spot
- here or there. Most everything, in fact, had become either black
- (including the ground, the sea, the coffee, babies, molpies and trees)
- or white (which included the clouds, the sun and the stars, along with
- the beautiful brashations and neotremes that zipped and circled
- eagerly through the skies, though they could now no longer be
- distinguished from the sky itself which was also completely white.)
- "It looks like you gave us just two colours after all, everything is
- black and white."
- "No, there are still a lot of grays left," offered the Machine
- helpfully, "... though they are in fairly short supply, so I suppose
- you should reserve them for dawn and dusk, and certain special dark
- places."
- "Great Randall!" cried Balthacarius. "And what of blue? And where is
- yellow and green, and my beautiful red?"
- "They no longer are, nor will ever exist again," the Machine said
- calmly. "I executed, or rather only began to execute, your order..."
- "Which was to reduce everything to two colours?"
- "Well, *one* at first, and if I had done that in one fell swoop,
- everything would be exactly the same colour and that includes Mrorl,
- the sky, the Universe, and you -- and even myself. In which case who
- could say and to whom could it be said that I even exist, and am an
- efficient and capable Machine? We would all be effectively invisible
- and blind!"
- "Yes, fine, let's drop the subject," said Balthacarius.
- "I have nothing more to ask of you, only please, dear Machine, please
- return the colour red."
- "But I can't, unless you quantify it with a parameter *n* of course,
- but since all colour now exists in one dimension, from black to white,
- that is the only axis upon which you can place your *n*, and so grays
- are now the only colours I have to work with."
- "But I want red!"
- "Sorry, no red," said the Machine. "Take a good look at this world,
- how bland it has become, with huge gaping holes where once there was
- vibrant colour." The Machine glared at both oTTifactors, and they
- could not return its gaze. "This is your work, envious ones! You who
- would wish for things to be Standardized! And I hardly think the
- future generations will bless you for it..."
- "Perhaps... they won't find out, perhaps they won't notice," groaned
- the pale Balthacarius, gazing incredolously at the horizon, everywhere
- stark white against inky black. Leaving Mrorl and the Machine that
- could grant any wish in one parameter *n*, Balthacarius skulked home.
- Mrorl sighed, deactivated and then began to dismantle the machine,
- realizing it was best to have a world without standards, whether
- parametrized or otherwise. To this day the world has remained
- exclusively black and white, with but occasional grays, and as all
- subsequent attempts to build a wish-*un*granting, *de*-standardizing
- machine met with failure, it is to be feared that never again will we
- have such wowtreeful colours as the blues and the reds -- no, never
- again.
- ^{1} The familiar children's rhyme, <*:ni ni ni ni ni chupacabra
- ping-pong ball!:> perhaps recalls a distant memory of this legend.
- Edit: To see how Pastebin shows edit date
- Edit2: 11 min later
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