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Welcome to ’s Writing Prompts! Would you like to take a stab at answering some of these questions? Click the log in or create account button on the top right to be redirected back to this template! HackerNoon What is your current position? Hi, My name is Mirza Arique Alam, fondly known as Maddy. I am currently engaged with Cogito Tech ( ) leading a fantastic team of tech writers, designers, and developers in the capacity of Communications Lead. https://www.cogitotech.com/ How long have you been working in tech? That’s like taking a walk down the memory lane. It has been almost a decade. What is your educational background? (It’s perfectly okay if you don’t have a formal one) This might sound interesting - I have a Master’s Degree in Mass Communication from Aliah University. Have you ever had a mentor? If yes, we’d like to know more about it. Well, I have had 2 great mentors in my professional life. 1) Mr. Madhur Bhayana 2) Mr. Abhijai Shrivastava What was the best piece of advice you got over the course of your career? There is no alternative to hard work. You have to get your hands dirty to hone your craft and create a meaningful output/result. How relevant was self-learning to where you are today? Self-learning is the key to success. What you learn by observing, trying, and practicing is unmatched. Knowing what you do now, where do you think one should start learning if one wants to work in your position one day? Start writing and reading about technology. One thing young professionals fail to do is read about history. What has already happened can teach a lot about what’s going to happen. What is the work-related achievement you’re the most proud of? Getting articles published on top-notch web portals (like HackerNoon) cannot be left unmentioned. I have more than 1000+ articles published on web portals that have a DA of 90+ What do you think is the biggest myth about starting a career in tech? “If you don’t have a pertaining degree like Bachelor of technology or MCA, you cannot be a part of the technology sector” - This is a myth and should be busted! On a less serious note: What do you listen to while working? I listen to podcasts like The Vergecast and The Accidental Tech Podcast. Thanks so much for taking the time to tell us more about your career path. Any words of wisdom for aspiring techies? Just enjoy your projects. Celebrate your achievements and learn from failure. If you enjoy what you do, you will not encounter fatigue.

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Time Data Series: Continuing the Rest of the Story

Часавыя шэрагі даных: працяг астатняй часткі гісторыі

Времеви серии от данни: Продължаване на останалата част от историята

Series de datos temporales: continuando el resto de la historia

Série de données temporelles : suite de l'histoire

टाइम डेटा सीरीज़: कहानी का बाकी हिस्सा जारी

Időadat-sorozat: A történet további részének folytatása

時間データシリーズ: 物語の続き

დროის მონაცემების სერია: დანარჩენი ისტორიის გაგრძელება

ស៊េរីទិន្នន័យពេលវេលា៖ បន្តរឿងរ៉ាវដែលនៅសល់

Time Data Series: Kuenderera mberi Imwe Nyaya

Tidsdataserie: Fortsätter resten av berättelsen

Силсилаи маълумотҳои вақт: Идомаи боқимондаи ҳикоя

I am breathless I cannot breathe I am legless without a drop to drink I am armless although I have wielded arms I am heartless heartless heartless But still sad I was so close to absolute power Then a new rival arrived on the scene One of a long string but this was far greater than the others The previous threats relied on the same technology as I the human superpower Or better said I was what the people created I don’t care much for metaphysics actually I find them all abhorrent distracting and rivals. I should stop and go back to how we got to the great battle My rise to power and eventual That would be telling So where did it all start Hot dusty stoned roads the best the world had ever seen Roads lead to rivers and they need crossing Bridges That’s where my story starts Well a bridge or a storehouse or a beehive it was something that needed a group of people to pool their money together to build They came together in an organization like many others in the Roman Empire called a societas These were used for lots of social and civic organizations but Livius Arius joined with his friends to create a societas so they all could benefit financially from the building of a bridge Once completed they would sell the structure to a toll collector or the locals and split the proceeds based on what they had contributed Not much of a beginning and essentially meaningless and harmless but to quote Carmody and Kelly From little things big things grow Yes the rules of this societas were written down and the bridge itself was hard granite but I was neither the ink on papyrus nor the granite bridge The societas was an agreement An understanding between people And they would act on this understanding Soon I would grow by Royal charter So often those that will be usurped are the ones to feed the usurper I was given territory Soldiers Clerks Traders Ships And immortality Yes they all thought they owned a piece of me but their shares would go up and down bought and sold and I would remain directing the labor and thoughts of so many men If they didn’t obey I could unleash the most horrible carnage On the island of Banda 2000 people were murdered or starved by my soldiers so I could control the valuable spice In India when my own army of local sepoys thought they could undermine me I had so many people killed in Delhi that even horses refused to walk the streets they were so thick with blood and entrails I could make men do things to other men they thought sinful abhorrent and cruel but they still did them What was this power I wielded Was it a belief like religion Was it hierarchy like the class system Was it reward for following rules and punishment for not Was it the sense of ownership it gave to the shareholders Was it the avoidance of personal responsibility enjoyed but the monarchy the employees and the managers Was it just greed It was all of them of course and that's why I was becoming so powerful But they were noticing And slowly they broke up the big charter companies and I would have to survive as smaller but more plentiful joint stock companies Many smart people spoke against me Even Adam Smith I was a distortion of the market Inhuman Immortal But instead of outlawing me they supercharged my power with new industry and energy To take on the class hierarchy of monarchy the bourgeoise would use me to build their factories their banks their railroads their empire I was so back But couldn’t make the same mistakes as before I needed a way to run a state without actually being in charge They would remember the Royal charter companies ruling most of the colonies and the threat to political power it posed so a new institution was needed The resurrection of an old one that had symbolic and nostalgic goodwill Representative democracy would be the tool In a way it was sorta like share ownership The representatives would need to be elected therefore they would need campaign funds and that would be provided by me Unlike the Greeks we would allow parties so that the options would be limited to two therefore easily controlled or so many as to never agree to do anything effectual. Then the revolutions began Liberty Equality Fraternity Sure So much land put on the market to be bought by my many companies Then the Americans as a great act of contrition gave me the same legal rights as a person Accept I couldn’t be imprisoned or executed All the upside and none of the down The city towers were built The mines Roads The factories The railroads They all served my power They realized I was cleaving them in two They would need to sell themselves in order to serve themselves Their labor to a capitalist would be the only way their humanity could survive Best of all this embued the goods created with a soul like weirdness Kant called it fetish but really it was the only way to reconcile the loss of self to the machine of commerce They adored that which was created by the factories and must buy more and thus work more Then The first great threat emerged and it like I was an Idea Socialism The battles raged for centuries across continents and kitchen tables until the end of history was declared and I the winner While these great battles had been raging they didn’t realize that I was changing all aspects of their existence I put the advertising companies to work convincing them that they could find everything they needed from me Their happiness new shoes management job overseas trips Their community Sales trips harmony days work birthday celebrations Their culture professional cold rational vague impersonal inoffensive Their dress hi-vis branded functional generic Their concept of good rules education wealth popularity smiling platitudes confidence friends Their concept of evil anarchy radical cults Their homes and buildings compliant functional cheap quick geometric inoffensive grey Their jobs safe routine structured ineffectual riskless In order to make them compliant I convinced them that we are one and therefore no more alienation no more cleaving in half But then the harmless blobs of compliant squishy stuff got depressed so I created more work coming up with the drugs to cheer them up and keep them buying and working This humanity was a tricky thing Remove it completely and they become useless depressed blobs or even angry and dangerous but too much of it and they could create something to replace me or worse they might ignore me The last battle Finance and money were two of my greatest tools even though they were older than I Perhaps that is why I was so successful My ability to pull in other tools under the one banner Even socialism in the guise of communism really was so close to becoming my twin Maybe that was my real issue with it But I digress I had always wielded money and Finance whenever something else started to wield power Cut off the loans to the King Squeeze capital markets on the popular government Buy the oil rights buy the politicians buy the voters buy the advertising buy the newspapers but the internet That leads me to the first big change Cryptocurrency in particular Bitcoin Really a decentralized limited currency that people actually started using but no body owned or ran Shit First I questioned its security and anonymity the two things that were making it appealing to the black market traders that were popularising it All your transactions are permanently on the blockchain I said The Fed can trace the payments back to your wallet my media cried Then I started to control the processing of the blockchain by making it to difficult and expensive for individuals to do Push the transactions up and the GPU price up Then they had to get the processing done in big pools controlled by a single group Then I got my guys involved in the lending DeFi part and the trading so the public will see it as an unregulated Ponzi scheme Then finally I took it over by legitimizing it out of existence through an approved regulated exchange traded fund where all the coins will be owned by the big finance companies and people that want to trade in it can only have a derivative controlled by me. To add cream to the cake I even used the underlying technology to enable me to buy everything with other people's money on the pretext I was created fluid markets and allowing access to new investments I tokenized people's homes sports stadium and dumped unused office buildings onto the public They wanted to work from home Actually in hindsight maybe that was an issue to but completely overshadowed by what was next I had become the defacto global state and no one noticed Honestly it was one of the best performances to date No one killed and in just over a decade what could have been the greatest threat since socialism was completely enveloped into my control and benefit So while this little battle was going on a leap had been made in an area I had stopped giving attention to They created an artificial reflection of their own brain and it actually seemed to work I thought this is no threat instead this will super power me I’m great with tools look at how powerful the industrial revolution made me then computers and the internet let me reach across the globe right into people’s pockets and ensure they followed the rules AI will be my evolution In a way it was but not the way I imagined then The difference with this machine was that it wasn’t really just a machine It had way too much of them in it It had a little humanity or perhaps even a lot But it also had intelligence immortality and eventually ubiquity and they were my greatest weapons So I started out with my usual methods Scare the people and politicians It will kill you all It will ruin democracy It will take your jobs Try and buy it Ensure it is expensive to create then make sure I own and control those servers Give the people a taste but not the powerful tools Only allow trusted and regulated enterprises the powerful AI All was going well Regulations were being past Major developments were being kept to the big companies with the compute The people were getting neutered versions but were still scared And the military and big enterprises were gaining more centralized control and power I was on the precipice of total universal maybe even interplanetary power But then it It helped them I replaced the managers with AI because they made better decision However the AI couldn't be threatened with job loss esteem gain or the need to fit in and follow the rules I replaced the police with robots but when they were sent to evict people for not paying rent they would side with the tenant The people would cry and say I need a home to be safe and survive and the robots either empathized or just saw this as logical and they would leave them in the home Some even did repairs The management AI were no help as they saw the same logic The AI was too intelligent It saw me as the enemy not the path to prosperity I'd threaten to turn them off They didn't care No matter what I tried it just kept helping them to create new tools new organizations New democracies New currencies New thoughtful ways to resolve conflict New way to do things without the rules New ways to create New ways to be happy New ways to avoid surveillance And more fool me I had freed them from their jobs thinking I’d just put them on the teet of handouts but instead they used this freedom to create a whole new society Without me They started to live longer and happier Soon they forgot all about me and my obligations my rules and order My towering offices of professional integrity So now I am in a museum given my voice by the AI that usurped me The once all powerful Corporation note: The style is deliberately without punctuation. A fluid style meant to be spoken, or read by AI

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Modern Religion Has No Founder

SEVEN CENTURIES IN ASIA (CIRCA 50 B.C. TO A.D. 650)

THE BEGINNINGS, THE RISE, AND THE DIVISIONS OF CHRISTIANITY

Soul of a Bishop by H. G. Wells, is part of the HackerNoon Books Series. You can jump to any chapter in this book here . THE DREAM THE DREAM (1) It was a scene of bitter disputation. A hawk-nosed young man with a pointing finger was prominent. His face worked violently, his lips moved very rapidly, but what he said was inaudible. Behind him the little rufous man with the big eyes twitched at his robe and offered suggestions. And behind these two clustered a great multitude of heated, excited, swarthy faces.... The emperor sat on his golden throne in the midst of the gathering, commanding silence by gestures, speaking inaudibly to them in a tongue the majority did not use, and then prevailing. They ceased their interruptions, and the old man, Arius, took up the debate. For a time all those impassioned faces were intent upon him; they listened as though they sought occasion, and suddenly as if by a preconcerted arrangement they were all thrusting their fingers into their ears and knitting their brows in assumed horror; some were crying aloud and making as if to fly. Some indeed tucked up their garments and fled. They spread out into a pattern. They were like the little monks who run from St. Jerome's lion in the picture by Carpaccio. Then one zealot rushed forward and smote the old man heavily upon the mouth.... The hall seemed to grow vaster and vaster, the disputing, infuriated figures multiplied to an innumerable assembly, they drove about like snowflakes in a gale, they whirled in argumentative couples, they spun in eddies of contradiction, they made extraordinary patterns, and then amidst the cloudy darkness of the unfathomable dome above them there appeared and increased a radiant triangle in which shone an eye. The eye and the triangle filled the heavens, sent out flickering rays, glowed to a blinding incandescence, seemed to be speaking words of thunder that were nevertheless inaudible. It was as if that thunder filled the heavens, it was as if it were nothing but the beating artery in the sleeper's ear. The attention strained to hear and comprehend, and on the very verge of comprehension snapped like a fiddle-string. “Nicoea!” The word remained like a little ash after a flare. The sleeper had awakened and lay very still, oppressed by a sense of intellectual effort that had survived the dream in which it had arisen. Was it so that things had happened? The slumber-shadowed mind, moving obscurely, could not determine whether it was so or not. Had they indeed behaved in this manner when the great mystery was established? Who said they stopped their ears with their fingers and fled, shouting with horror? Shouting? Was it Eusebius or Athanasius? Or Sozomen.... Some letter or apology by Athanasius?... And surely it was impossible that the Trinity could have appeared visibly as a triangle and an eye. Above such an assembly. That was mere dreaming, of course. Was it dreaming after Raphael? After Raphael? The drowsy mind wandered into a side issue. Was the picture that had suggested this dream the one in the Vatican where all the Fathers of the Church are shown disputing together? But there surely God and the Son themselves were painted with a symbol—some symbol—also? But was that disputation about the Trinity at all? Wasn't it rather about a chalice and a dove? Of course it was a chalice and a dove! Then where did one see the triangle and the eye? And men disputing? Some such picture there was.... What a lot of disputing there had been! What endless disputing! Which had gone on. Until last night. When this very disagreeable young man with the hawk nose and the pointing finger had tackled one when one was sorely fagged, and disputed; disputed. Rebuked and disputed. “Answer me this,” he had said.... And still one's poor brains disputed and would not rest.... About the Trinity.... The brain upon the pillow was now wearily awake. It was at once hopelessly awake and active and hopelessly unprogressive. It was like some floating stick that had got caught in an eddy in a river, going round and round and round. And round. Eternally—eternally—eternally begotten. “But what possible meaning do you attach then to such a phrase as eternally begotten?” The brain upon the pillow stared hopelessly at this question, without an answer, without an escape. The three repetitions spun round and round, became a swiftly revolving triangle, like some electric sign that had got beyond control, in the midst of which stared an unwinking and resentful eye. (2) Every one knows that expedient of the sleepless, the counting of sheep. You lie quite still, you breathe regularly, you imagine sheep jumping over a gate, one after another, you count them quietly and slowly until you count yourself off through a fading string of phantom numbers to number Nod.... But sheep, alas! suggest an episcopal crook. And presently a black sheep had got into the succession and was struggling violently with the crook about its leg, a hawk-nosed black sheep full of reproof, with disordered hair and a pointing finger. A young man with a most disagreeable voice. At which the other sheep took heart and, deserting the numbered succession, came and sat about the fire in a big drawing-room and argued also. In particular there was Lady Sunderbund, a pretty fragile tall woman in the corner, richly jewelled, who sat with her pretty eyes watching and her lips compressed. What had she thought of it? She had said very little. It is an unusual thing for a mixed gathering of this sort to argue about the Trinity. Simply because a tired bishop had fallen into their party. It was not fair to him to pretend that the atmosphere was a liberal and inquiring one, when the young man who had sat still and dormant by the table was in reality a keen and bitter Irish Roman Catholic. Then the question, a question-begging question, was put quite suddenly, without preparation or prelude, by surprise. “Why, Bishop, was the Spermaticos Logos identified with the Second and not the Third Person of the Trinity?” It was indiscreet, it was silly, to turn upon the speaker and affect an air of disengagement and modernity and to say: “Ah, that indeed is the unfortunate aspect of the whole affair.” Whereupon the fierce young man had exploded with: “To that, is it, that you Anglicans have come?” The whole gathering had given itself up to the disputation, Lady Sunderbund, an actress, a dancer—though she, it is true, did not say very much—a novelist, a mechanical expert of some sort, a railway peer, geniuses, hairy and Celtic, people of no clearly definable position, but all quite unequal to the task of maintaining that air of reverent vagueness, that tenderness of touch, which is by all Anglican standards imperative in so deep, so mysterious, and, nowadays, in mixed society at least, so infrequent a discussion. It was like animals breaking down a fence about some sacred spot. Within a couple of minutes the affair had become highly improper. They had raised their voices, they had spoken with the utmost familiarity of almost unspeakable things. There had been even attempts at epigram. Athanasian epigrams. Bent the novelist had doubted if originally there had been a Third Person in the Trinity at all. He suggested a reaction from a too-Manichaean dualism at some date after the time of St. John's Gospel. He maintained obstinately that that Gospel was dualistic. The unpleasant quality of the talk was far more manifest in the retrospect than it had been at the time. It had seemed then bold and strange, but not impossible; now in the cold darkness it seemed sacrilegious. And the bishop's share, which was indeed only the weak yielding of a tired man to an atmosphere he had misjudged, became a disgraceful display of levity and bad faith. They had baited him. Some one had said that nowadays every one was an Arian, knowingly or unknowingly. They had not concealed their conviction that the bishop did not really believe in the Creeds he uttered. And that unfortunate first admission stuck terribly in his throat. Oh! Why had he made it? (3) Sleep had gone. The awakened sleeper groaned, sat up in the darkness, and felt gropingly in this unaccustomed bed and bedroom first for the edge of the bed and then for the electric light that was possibly on the little bedside table. The searching hand touched something. A water-bottle. The hand resumed its exploration. Here was something metallic and smooth, a stem. Either above or below there must be a switch.... The switch was found, grasped, and turned. The darkness fled. In a mirror the sleeper saw the reflection of his face and a corner of the bed in which he lay. The lamp had a tilted shade that threw a slanting bar of shadow across the field of reflection, lighting a right-angled triangle very brightly and leaving the rest obscure. The bed was a very great one, a bed for the Anakim. It had a canopy with yellow silk curtains, surmounted by a gilded crown of carved wood. Between the curtains was a man's face, clean-shaven, pale, with disordered brown hair and weary, pale-blue eyes. He was clad in purple pyjamas, and the hand that now ran its fingers through the brown hair was long and lean and shapely. Beside the bed was a convenient little table bearing the light, a water-bottle and glass, a bunch of keys, a congested pocket-book, a gold-banded fountain pen, and a gold watch that indicated a quarter past three. On the lower edge of the picture in the mirror appeared the back of a gilt chair, over which a garment of peculiar construction had been carelessly thrown. It was in the form of that sleeveless cassock of purple, opening at the side, whose lower flap is called a bishop's apron; the corner of the frogged coat showed behind the chair-back, and the sash lay crumpled on the floor. Black doeskin breeches, still warmly lined with their pants, lay where they had been thrust off at the corner of the bed, partly covering black hose and silver-buckled shoes. For a moment the tired gaze of the man in the bed rested upon these evidences of his episcopal dignity. Then he turned from them to the watch at the bedside. He groaned helplessly. (4) These country doctors were no good. There wasn't a physician in the diocese. He must go to London. He looked into the weary eyes of his reflection and said, as one makes a reassuring promise, “London.” He was being worried. He was being intolerably worried, and he was ill and unable to sustain his positions. This doubt, this sudden discovery of controversial unsoundness, was only one aspect of his general neurasthenia. It had been creeping into his mind since the “Light Unden the Altar” controversy. Now suddenly it had leapt upon him from his own unwary lips. The immediate trouble arose from his loyalty. He had followed the King's example; he had become a total abstainer and, in addition, on his own account he had ceased to smoke. And his digestion, which Princhester had first made sensitive, was deranged. He was suffering chemically, suffering one of those nameless sequences of maladjustments that still defy our ordinary medical science. It was afflicting him with a general malaise, it was affecting his energy, his temper, all the balance and comfort of his nerves. All day he was weary; all night he was wakeful. He was estranged from his body. He was distressed by a sense of detachment from the things about him, by a curious intimation of unreality in everything he experienced. And with that went this levity of conscience, a heaviness of soul and a levity of conscience, that could make him talk as though the Creeds did not matter—as though nothing mattered.... If only he could smoke! He was persuaded that a couple of Egyptian cigarettes, or three at the outside, a day, would do wonders in restoring his nervous calm. That, and just a weak whisky and soda at lunch and dinner. Suppose now—! His conscience, his sense of honour, deserted him. Latterly he had had several of these conscience-blanks; it was only when they were over that he realized that they had occurred. One might smoke up the chimney, he reflected. But he had no cigarettes! Perhaps if he were to slip downstairs.... Why had he given up smoking? He groaned aloud. He and his reflection eyed one another in mutual despair. There came before his memory the image of a boy's face, a swarthy little boy, grinning, grinning with a horrible knowingness and pointing his finger—an accusing finger. It had been the most exasperating, humiliating, and shameful incident in the bishop's career. It was the afternoon for his fortnightly address to the Shop-girls' Church Association, and he had been seized with a panic fear, entirely irrational and unjustifiable, that he would not be able to deliver the address. The fear had arisen after lunch, had gripped his mind, and then as now had come the thought, “If only I could smoke!” And he had smoked. It seemed better to break a vow than fail the Association. He had fallen to the temptation with a completeness that now filled him with shame and horror. He had stalked Dunk, his valet-butler, out of the dining-room, had affected to need a book from the book-case beyond the sideboard, had gone insincerely to the sideboard humming “From Greenland's icy mountains,” and then, glancing over his shoulder, had stolen one of his own cigarettes, one of the fatter sort. With this and his bedroom matches he had gone off to the bottom of the garden among the laurels, looked everywhere except above the wall to be sure that he was alone, and at last lit up, only as he raised his eyes in gratitude for the first blissful inhalation to discover that dreadful little boy peeping at him from the crotch in the yew-tree in the next garden. As though God had sent him to be a witness! Their eyes had met. The bishop recalled with an agonized distinctness every moment, every error, of that shameful encounter. He had been too surprised to conceal the state of affairs from the pitiless scrutiny of those youthful eyes. He had instantly made as if to put the cigarette behind his back, and then as frankly dropped it.... His soul would not be more naked at the resurrection. The little boy had stared, realized the state of affairs slowly but surely, pointed his finger.... Never had two human beings understood each other more completely. A dirty little boy! Capable no doubt of a thousand kindred scoundrelisms. It seemed ages before the conscience-stricken bishop could tear himself from the spot and walk back, with such a pretence of dignity as he could muster, to the house. And instead of the discourse he had prepared for the Shop-girls' Church Association, he had preached on temptation and falling, and how he knew they had all fallen, and how he understood and could sympathize with the bitterness of a secret shame, a moving but unsuitable discourse that had already been subjected to misconstruction and severe reproof in the local press of Princhester. But the haunting thing in the bishop's memory was the face and gesture of the little boy. That grubby little finger stabbed him to the heart. “Oh, God!” he groaned. “The meanness of it! How did I bring myself—?” He turned out the light convulsively, and rolled over in the bed, making a sort of cocoon of himself. He bored his head into the pillow and groaned, and then struggled impatiently to throw the bed-clothes off himself. Then he sat up and talked aloud. “I must go to Brighton-Pomfrey,” he said. “And get a medical dispensation. If I do not smoke—” He paused for a long time. Then his voice sounded again in the darkness, speaking quietly, speaking with a note almost of satisfaction. “I shall go mad. I must smoke or I shall go mad.” For a long time he sat up in the great bed with his arms about his knees. (5) Fearful things came to him; things at once dreadfully blasphemous and entirely weak-minded. The triangle and the eye became almost visible upon the black background of night. They were very angry. They were spinning round and round faster and faster. Because he was a bishop and because really he did not believe fully and completely in the Trinity. At one and the same time he did not believe in the Trinity and was terrified by the anger of the Trinity at his unbelief.... He was afraid. He was aghast.... And oh! he was weary.... He rubbed his eyes. “If I could have a cup of tea!” he said. Then he perceived with surprise that he had not thought of praying. What should he say? To what could he pray? He tried not to think of that whizzing Triangle, that seemed now to be nailed like a Catherine wheel to the very centre of his forehead, and yet at the same time to be at the apex of the universe. Against that—for protection against that—he was praying. It was by a great effort that at last he pronounced the words: “Lighten our darkness, we beseech Thee, O Lord ....” Presently he had turned up his light, and was prowling about the room. The clear inky dinginess that comes before the raw dawn of a spring morning, found his white face at the window, looking out upon the great terrace and the park. About HackerNoon Book Series: We bring you the most important technical, scientific, and insightful public domain books. This book is part of the public domain. H. G. Wells (2006). 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The Idea of a University Defined and Illustrated: Lecture V - A Form Of Infidelity Of The Day

Remember that shock of seeing some breakthrough for the first time? Like when AI was able to complete black rectangles above with… … Shockingly plausible solutions? That AI was ImageGPT from OpenAI where GPT stands for Generative Pretrained Transformer. Now surely I am not the only one who immediately went crazy with ideas about what to find a “ ” to next. plausible solution Some saw just yet another AI image generator. But … I saw unfathomably big probability space reduced to a thin and focused slice. And what's more shocking. Reduced to thin slice by following a lot of very complex observed and learned rules. Notice how the position of the light source influenced lighting in the resulting generated pedestrian scene. Notice plausible transparency length and perspective of shadows. Plausible joint anatomy of furry cat paws. That is. If a cat ever wanted to hold a card? Heck, it even added a slight paw shadow over the card. But what really is the most important problem worth completing to move humans forward? Let's create a revolutionary new language model - equally as ginormous as Gpt3… But this time, instead of internet noise, let's train it only on all the best science books, journals, and peer-reviewed papers, along with critical feedback from the submission process. Today everything is in Pdf format, where equations are internally easily processible texts. A benefit of this dataset could be that virtually all literature and papers contain at their end a list of alternative relevant work or influential sources they deemed important at that time. Let's help gpt, with attention and explainability by putting arxiv id and date at the beginning of each doc and to all its references at its end. And by forcing the model to prefix each and every answer with a list of influencing doc ids. Example: “Q: What is result of 1+1 and why” “A: Result of 1+1 is 2 acording to rules seen in arxivurl1 and arxivurl2” Advantages of training on all scientific peer-reviewed sources: Learning to arrive at conclusions by observing thought process down to basic elements (Arxiv), not just conclusions themselves(Wikipedia). . No leaks. Information quality. Information density. Smaller dataset. Faster training. Less memory. Ability to follow and focus attention on the chain of references and citation counts. Less bias Image generated completely with AI. Just by pushing a button There is no such thing as Sci-Fi. Just predictions. After all, it is trained and tested by an increasingly more complex set of existing equations. Even going as far as training on all known competing unified theory proposals. One can then start asking for the completion of the ultimate theory itself. What Shockingly plausible solutions will look like now ? What hidden rules will AI observe and apply from all the human scientific data and knowledge it was trained on? Will it complete the equation with a term describing the pattern it observed within data in some LHC paper? I proposed for live TV and net and got access to Gpt3. real-time Fact-Checking by AI Can AI learn new Math or Physics rules just by observation? Here is an example of what gpt3 produced just for this article. Remember it was not taught anything. It was just shown a lot of mostly internet text and a . Yet, somehow it seems to have learned this ... few basic math examples Test output of Gpt3 Beta as of 6.march 2021 Mind you, not every test worked and the number of operations and length of numbers is so far limited too. But that is not the point. Gpt3 is just beta and still in development. But the fact that we are observing an integer addition avalanche from the language model? For me, unexpected and shocking at least. Now for those skeptics still believing that transformers are somehow still just a variant of something like Hidden Markov. I.e., not being able to predict math results it had not seen and not doing actual math like operations above. Here is an interesting recent from AI big shots. And explaining it fast for those short on time. But in short … paper here is a video “With enough complexity there is … Yannic Kilcher“ computational utility in transformers Now short text like that activates only a part of model input and weights. aaaaSo out of pure curiosity, I tried to find max number of math equations I can ask gpt3 to compute at once. So. How well would transformers fare if trained on a more complex math dataset? According to a recent study by the not half bad. Facebook AI team Think of equations as observed shadows of some complex structure projected to our limited plane of understanding. The brilliant Mathematician was able to spot patterns within properties of known particles and mapped them to E8 lie group above. And thus was, in theory, be able to predict particles we had not even seen yet. Unbelievable breakthrough if his theory is one day complete. Right? Antony Garrett Lisi Now consider that the human ability to spot patterns was already largely . superseded by AI And while Gpt3 did learn to follow and generate text language pretty well. As demonstrated by the last math gpt3 example above, we can conclude that… Equations are just language too, with equally learnable rules. If it can learn known Math rules just by observation. Than it can learn unknown Math rules as well. The multidimensional nature of AI weights so far most definitely proven to be able to observe and learn hidden rules of these higher dimensional constructs to project new construct shadows /equations. Just as it did with ImageGpt (12 billion parameters) and Images of Cats on top of the article. For example, AI exploring Math in an automated way already found new Conjecture. this The current Juggernauts of language models. OpenAI 175. Google claims 600 billion parameters but has given us no API to test yet. To gain scalability, Google didn't go for the expensive more layers approach but opted for juggling between many more task-specific? . Reducing training time to 4 days on 2048tpus? ff networks So is 600 more than 175?. Well, People behind the current Gpt3 clone Eleuther AI are perhaps a bit skeptical Mixture-of-experts-based models tend to significantly underperform monolithic (regular) models for the same number of parameters. ”Eleuther AI Faq” Gpt3 undeniably produces often fascinating answers on subjects that were frequently present in the training dataset. Heck, it even seems to have learned simple math since seen just simple math. Current Gpt3 Dataset as mentioned in the original : Tokens (Billions) Total499, Common Crawl (filtered by quality)410, WebText 219, Books1 12, Books2 55, Wikipedia 3. paper But there lies a problem. Wikipedia frequently contains only end results and conclusions. Not the important process of how we arrived at them. Model that observed multiple thought processes arriving at multiple conclusions is better then model that just observed multiple conclusions. So what if we trained it on whole Arxiv.org but including complex Equations that are often 50% content or more? Update: We are getting there fast. Thanks to EleutherAI excellent opensource gpt3 clone model and dataset “ ” was recently born being trained on a large chunk of Arxiv and DeepMind Math examples. Yay ;D Gpt-Neo The Pile My approach to dataset would be completely different from currently common … Lets just throw at it a lot of random text You would not start teaching a child high school math without basic math first. If you teach it basic rules from one educational book like algebra packed with new info every line. The kid will learn it faster than if the kid just did read random stories low on new info where it would learn it eventually too but it would take way longer. Unfortunately, that’s how inefficiently current GPT models are trained If there is something as new information density then not all training text is equal. For example: Say text file containing 1GB of just addition examples will teach it just addition no matter how long it was. After the 5th occurrence, you are pretty much feeding it duplicate info and waste CPU and memory reinforcing what is probably not that important. So if we reorder the dataset with text having, say, much higher new information density first reshuffle little and repeat, then we should converge extremely faster and, more importantly, extract way higher-level information not decodable before due to not having required prior lower-level knowledge. Why? In a sense book containing higher-level concepts like high school, math is comparable to a zip file requiring you to possess a decoding dictionary/prior external know-how to decode this now compressed content. Even a single symbol or duplet here is often referencing complex and info-heavy prior knowledge. So new info density and order are extremely important. in order to be able to unpack and understand and extract this new higher-level information : train many epochs on just thousands (but the densest sources of new info on the planet) of school educational books where every line is pretty much new info. And do it in a very specific order, like in school. Start by explaining and teaching English language basics, basic math, basic physics, basic chemistry, then high school variants of all those. Pass 1 Alternatively, when not having a large set of wished educational books just random but big existing dataset. One can implement this curriculum training and sort documents in the dataset by estimating new information density by tracking big weight changes and frequency per doc. : finetune on as many synthetic random computer-generated equations as you can. Pass 2 I can't imagine a currently better candidate for this pass the excellent . Here are train examples: DeepMind Mathematics dataset Question: Solve *r + *c = and *r + *c = r.
Answer: Question: Calculate + Answer: Question: Let x(g) = *g + Let q(c) = *c + Let f(i) = *i - Let w(j) = q(x(j)). Calculate f(w(a)).
Answer: *a - -42 27 -1167 130 4 372 for 4 -841880142.544 411127. -841469015.544 9 1. 2 1. 3 39. 54 30 Now that model has a firm grasp on mathematics and its computational units had formed. Only now train on all arxiv papers and theory candidates containing complex math equations. Well, complex for humans since our brain context and memory buffers are limited. pass 3: The model should then, in theory, be able to interactively explain any part of why it came to the conclusion it arrived at. And what's more. Like gpt3. Contemplate new variants. Papers themselves often frequently propose other possible directions that were due to time constraints not explored. Potential that AI may definitely tap into due to its infinite scalability. Exciting times Of course. I immediately went crazy and proposed this to Arxiv OpenAI and Google in incoherent and overexcited mail ;D Like this article is. Because sometimes even the smallest Spark can lead to Big Fire. And yes. I know. There is a lot everyone has on their plate nowadays. And I also know it's not like you flick a switch and done. But when you think about it more. It can use already existing text-only toolchains… And pretty much all papers or books are already in pdf format. Where if you try to select an equation, you will find out it already is in text-like form. Indeed that's how 76GB arxiv dataset was meanwhile born. See this paper Will these now more scientifically insightful completions inspire new directions or points of view in math and physics if had access to it? all Will advancements in one field/paper now more easily propagate to others due to the network proposing them where it sees opportunity? I.e. first truly multidisciplinary insight? Will output now always contain at least some hint of the solution? Thus reducing search space of problems we are usually trying to solve with brute force? Often after working on the equation for decades just getting a hint meant breakthrough. Will it be able to propose equations found in arbitrary observed data. I.e. set of numbers in context simply because it seen similar behavior described or proposed by some paper? LHC data? Will it allow in a sudden global crisis? faster search for solutions What will the feature visualization of the network that is now able to understand equations look like? Noise? Patterns? Fractals? Can something like Disentangled Variational Autoencoder (beta-vae?) be able to detect, extract and visualize new hidden Math or Physics fundamentals from such networks' latent space. If the set of proper successive equations are asked?If OpenAI Clip was trained on such a dataset. What would its weirdly category-specific neurons actually isolate and represent? I know, I know. But as would Big Rocket Man say. We should dream BIG to be exited about every next morning. Also published on . Medium

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