The Speckled Hen: Singularity, or Why We Are Too Scared to Stare into the Abyss
Once upon a time, there were Ded and Baba . Well, "lived" is a stretch... They existed in a phenomenological field . Ded was a typical empiricist , believing only in what could be touched or drunk. Baba was an intuitive ethical type, always on edge. And they had a Hen, Ryba . Not just a bird, but, bitch, a chthonic generator of matter. A Level 80 Bio-printer . And then, one day, the system glitched. Ryba laid an egg – not a simple one – but a golden one. What is a "golden egg" in the context of our existential hole? It is, dudes, a Singularity . It is a Kantian "Thing-in-Itself" ( Ding an sich ), packed into a nano-shell . It is absolute knowledge, the God formula . A flash drive with the Universe's source code. It is inedible and not for omelets. It is for enlightenment. ACT I. EMPIRICAL DEAD END (THEY BEAT AND BEAT) Ded, like a true materialist, decided: "Oh, sweet, let's crack it open and grub." He took his hammer of cognition (a sym...