SwastikaPyle
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Link to original post: [drupal=3246]A patent on heaven[/drupal]
Want to know how I know we have no souls?
The answer is a single word: Oxytocin.
http://www.oxytocin.org/cuddle-hormone/
Injectable love.
That isn't some pseudo-intellectual wordplay in an attempt to appear smart enough to talk about everything in metaphors. I mean you can literally take a syringe of this chemical, tie a belt around your vein, inject the Oxytocin inside, and feel nothing but feelings of love and affection for everything around you as it slowly infiltrates your body.
We've got the brain mapped out, piece by piece, chemical by chemical. It's just a set of codes like any other, only it's a clump of carbon cells instead of 1's and 0's.
It's only a matter of time until we start hooking our brains straight up to machines that can simulate all those chemical impulses perfectly. Of course our bodies will slowly degrade and die over time, but in essence they're just a shell, right? It's just there to receive sensory input it transmits to the brain. The brain is where all the real magic happens.
Technology advances so ****ing fast.
We can already control things with our minds: http://www.thinkgeek.com/geek-kids/7-13-years/bf1b/
THAT IS A KID'S TOY.
Imagine the machines we'll be capable of in just another hundred years.
It's only a matter of time till we hook the brain up to a machine that can simulate reality so well we can't tell the **** difference. We'll come home from a hard day's work, and instead of opening a brew, we'll pop our virtual reality helmet on and drift away to a virtual sex harem with five Jessica Albas and two Natalie Portmans to do all of our bidding. The celebrity servants will serve virtual brews that send impulses directly into your brain that makes it taste and feel just like the real thing.
So how does that lead us to the idea of a digital heaven?
In the future, when our bodies eventually degrade and rot away into organic matter, they won't let the brain decay with it.
No, when it's obvious you're about to die, in the future they'll just take your brain right out of that disgusting, washed-up body and hook it right up to the reality-creating machine.
They will preserve your very much alive brain for hundreds of years in a little tank.
And you won't know think about any of that, because your brain will be hooked up to a machine that simulates every go**** desire you could ever dream of. This will be the true 'life after death.' After you shed your mortal body, you are then taken to a land where all you desire is given to you.
Everyone goes here after they die. They all wind up together in this massive paradise machine.
The Heaven Generator creates everything you've ever wanted. Reality is literally your plaything inside here. Have sex with Wonder Woman, eat lunch with Hitler, whatever you've ever wanted throughout your miserable little hundred years alive will now finally be granted. All of your friends who have died are also a part of this network. You, and everyone you've ever known, are now finally together forever in paradise.
Of course in the real world, you're just a little gray lump of carbon cells getting fed a bunch of chemicals and electrical impulses. It's all just technology and special effects. But we won't know that. Those glorious **** on Natalie feel just like the real thing to us, even if they're just segments of computer code and brain-stimulus.
They will have fields of us.
Entire planets filled to the brim with little internet graveyards dedicated to these holding the brain-tanks. Eventually the brain will probably reach it's limit and die, after like a thousand years, but that's still a thousand years of heavenly glory. There won't be enough room to keep us all in heaven, since the dead will outnumber the living so quickly.
People will literally have to earn their place in heaven.
There will be judges. They will ask, "And what've you done so far in your life to warrant entry into the thousand-year-paradise?"
We'll be required to produce evidence of our good deeds, justifying our place in the machine. Of course Wall Street will probably still buy it's way in even then. But this is actually what Jesus was talking about. He knew we would reach it in the end - a land of eternal bliss. It can even be adjusted for geography, I'm sure some Easterners will demand their heaven be coded with 72 virgins. Anyway, Jesus knew there was no such thing as 'magic,' that was just another word for amped up technology.
But would you really want to be a part of the matrix? Could you still enjoy all of the pleasures and spoils of heaven know that it's all artificial?
**** YES I COULD. I'm now a believer.
Want to know how I know we have no souls?
The answer is a single word: Oxytocin.
http://www.oxytocin.org/cuddle-hormone/
Injectable love.
That isn't some pseudo-intellectual wordplay in an attempt to appear smart enough to talk about everything in metaphors. I mean you can literally take a syringe of this chemical, tie a belt around your vein, inject the Oxytocin inside, and feel nothing but feelings of love and affection for everything around you as it slowly infiltrates your body.
We've got the brain mapped out, piece by piece, chemical by chemical. It's just a set of codes like any other, only it's a clump of carbon cells instead of 1's and 0's.
It's only a matter of time until we start hooking our brains straight up to machines that can simulate all those chemical impulses perfectly. Of course our bodies will slowly degrade and die over time, but in essence they're just a shell, right? It's just there to receive sensory input it transmits to the brain. The brain is where all the real magic happens.
Technology advances so ****ing fast.
We can already control things with our minds: http://www.thinkgeek.com/geek-kids/7-13-years/bf1b/
THAT IS A KID'S TOY.
Imagine the machines we'll be capable of in just another hundred years.
It's only a matter of time till we hook the brain up to a machine that can simulate reality so well we can't tell the **** difference. We'll come home from a hard day's work, and instead of opening a brew, we'll pop our virtual reality helmet on and drift away to a virtual sex harem with five Jessica Albas and two Natalie Portmans to do all of our bidding. The celebrity servants will serve virtual brews that send impulses directly into your brain that makes it taste and feel just like the real thing.
So how does that lead us to the idea of a digital heaven?
In the future, when our bodies eventually degrade and rot away into organic matter, they won't let the brain decay with it.
No, when it's obvious you're about to die, in the future they'll just take your brain right out of that disgusting, washed-up body and hook it right up to the reality-creating machine.
They will preserve your very much alive brain for hundreds of years in a little tank.
And you won't know think about any of that, because your brain will be hooked up to a machine that simulates every go**** desire you could ever dream of. This will be the true 'life after death.' After you shed your mortal body, you are then taken to a land where all you desire is given to you.
Everyone goes here after they die. They all wind up together in this massive paradise machine.
The Heaven Generator creates everything you've ever wanted. Reality is literally your plaything inside here. Have sex with Wonder Woman, eat lunch with Hitler, whatever you've ever wanted throughout your miserable little hundred years alive will now finally be granted. All of your friends who have died are also a part of this network. You, and everyone you've ever known, are now finally together forever in paradise.
Of course in the real world, you're just a little gray lump of carbon cells getting fed a bunch of chemicals and electrical impulses. It's all just technology and special effects. But we won't know that. Those glorious **** on Natalie feel just like the real thing to us, even if they're just segments of computer code and brain-stimulus.
They will have fields of us.
Entire planets filled to the brim with little internet graveyards dedicated to these holding the brain-tanks. Eventually the brain will probably reach it's limit and die, after like a thousand years, but that's still a thousand years of heavenly glory. There won't be enough room to keep us all in heaven, since the dead will outnumber the living so quickly.
People will literally have to earn their place in heaven.
There will be judges. They will ask, "And what've you done so far in your life to warrant entry into the thousand-year-paradise?"
We'll be required to produce evidence of our good deeds, justifying our place in the machine. Of course Wall Street will probably still buy it's way in even then. But this is actually what Jesus was talking about. He knew we would reach it in the end - a land of eternal bliss. It can even be adjusted for geography, I'm sure some Easterners will demand their heaven be coded with 72 virgins. Anyway, Jesus knew there was no such thing as 'magic,' that was just another word for amped up technology.
But would you really want to be a part of the matrix? Could you still enjoy all of the pleasures and spoils of heaven know that it's all artificial?
**** YES I COULD. I'm now a believer.
