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Social Networking With The Living Dead

August 6th, 2010

Twitter is the land of the dead. In this social networking microcosm the living, real human content generators; and the dead, automated bots/marketeers/spammers; share a peaceful coexistence.

Every day my account gains new spam followers and loses a few real people. Gradually the human agents of my readership are being replaced by automata, until one day soon I will be left babbling to a disinterested audience of the inert, passive and/or robotic, shuffling along behind me like Romero zombies [*].

George A Romero

Might this be the ultimate destiny of Twitter? Will there come a point where my following is entirely automata? Might it eventually devolve into a closed memetic feedback loop in which uncomprehending bots blindly retweet auto-generated content at each other at high speed, while the humans are all off partying on the moon.

Some days it feels like this has already happened.

Rudy Rucker, my favourite mathematician (we all have a favourite mathematician don’t we), has a concept he calls “the lifebox“. I’ve written about it before. He foresees a future where the dead live on through the data they have left behind. The content (text, audio, video etc…) they have generated during their lifetimes, bundled with some intelligent search software, could create a type of queryable data-entity, a lifebox.

In this scenario our descendants will be able to converse with their long departed relatives, in much the same way as they interact with the living, through electronic channels. The lifebox software would be able not only to return, but also extrapolate, meaningful responses to queries. In short, you could ask your dead great-grandmother a question and, even if she had not left record of her thoughts on that topic, the kind of response one might expect from her could be generated.

It is autobiography as a living construct. Our grandchildren will be able to enjoy the same quality of relationship with the dead as you might do now with your warm bodied FaceBook/Twitter chums. And as the sophistication of semantic tools develop, the lifebox could become capable of creating fresh content too, writing new blog posts, or copy-pasting together video messages. It is a much more feasible form of immortality than Walt Disney ever invested in.

Toying with this idea I decided I’d have a go at creating my own rudimentary lifebox. I was going to build it in Flash, just a basic text muncher that trawled my online writings, matched any cultural references from a dictionary, replaced that text with the trending topics of the day, then tweeted what it had generated. This way I would have a zenbullbot that could rant on the state of the world, without me having to do the hard work of getting grumpy about it myself.

dedbullets

It would probably have taken me a day or so to build, but after last night drunkenly pitching the idea to my anarcho-art-geek friend shardcore (we all have a token anarcho-art-geek friend don’t we), who also happens to be a shithot Perl coder, he knocked up an automated version of me in about ten minutes this afternoon, reusing an old Markov chain script he’d put together a few years previously to create a scarily convincing celebrity gossip bot (typical entry: “Justin Bieber showed his appreciation for members of band camp, that thick liquid rushing up your throat is called vomit“)

dedbullets

Ok, so this undead clone of me (follow him here) may not be as coherent or relevant as the flesh version (a belief I’m clinging to very tightly). But it sure sounds like the kind of shite I come out with.

Having just finished writing a book on the subject of generative art, which might be said to go some way toward devaluing human practitioners of the abstract visual arts, you might dismiss The Late Mr Bullets as a piss-poor attempt to do similar for the written word. But no, there is less allowance for abstraction with text, which is why the randomness of dedbullets betrays his inhumanity. Shardcore’s experiments along these lines are interesting though, see also his Word of God (mashing up the King James Bible, The Koran and the writings of L Ron Hubbard) or the Fortune Cats (who impart wisdom upon anyone who asks a question of them).

No, this is not a foray into generative text, this is more than that. Today I have done nothing short of achieving IMMORTALITY. For as long as shard’s server is around to run the Perl script, dedbullets will be talking to his bot (and human) followers on a social network somewhere. He’s alive I tell ya. ALLLIIIIVE!

* This, presumably, is what it feels like to be a presenter on Channel 5.



Opiamas Trangelo

July 28th, 2010

Opiamas Trangelo 2

“Well the good news, we like the book so much we’re doubling the number of colour pages. The bad news, you’re gonna have to pull your finger out and create some extra content to fill them. Okay? Great, we’ll leave you to it.

Oh yeah, one more thing, it needs to look good set opposite the work of Robert Hodgin. S’that okay? Goooood.”

This, plus a few rejected covers, just added to my flickr stream.



Generative Art Book – cover

June 8th, 2010

Generative Art:a practical guide using Processing

Finally, my book has a cover.

One day, when I’m feeling particularly grumpy, I’ll write a blog post detailing the battle I have had with my (otherwise sane) publishers for a half-decent cover to wrap my words in, including images of some of the horrors that were proposed at various stages. But for now my mood is sunny, as I’m really happy with the one we’ve ended up with.

Naturally, being generative, I have several hundred wildly varying iterations of the cover image. Feasibly, every copy could have had a uniquely generated cover image, but I fear my publishers would have had suffered some form of prolapse had I suggested such an idea.

No release date quite yet (I’d expect it late Autumn), but the “early access” program should be rolling out any day now, if you are that desperate to have a peek inside. And, in slightly related news, 100 Abandoned Artworks is back from its little holiday. There is quite a backlog from my few months of writing, so yesterday I queued up 21(!) fresh generative scribbles, 17 of which include source code for the plundering. I am allowing them to trickle out one every five days, which should keep it going way into September/October. Schedule started yesterday with 71: Super Spiral.



What Frosti Did Next

May 12th, 2010

This is what my Frosti video ended up as. An experiment done in an afternoon has turned out to have a decent pair of legs on it. FutureDeluxe are the folk responsible for turning my austere little sketch into something so sexy.

The original Frosti (see here) is also now one of two films I have in competition at the Alys Beach Digital Graffiti festival next month.

I share the mathematics and methodology behind Frosti in the book, which I’ve now finished (first draft anyway). Hopefully I’ll be able to share with you a release date for this very soon.



Wearied About Front Direction

April 9th, 2010

More old media. French magazine Regards Sur Le Numerique, is running a well-cool two page spread on me in the latest issue. I’m so chuffed I can almost ignore the fact that it’s published by M*******t.

Regards Sur Le Numerique

Being in French, it’s kinda difficult to tell what they are saying about my work. So I asked Babelfish:

Matt Pearson, alias Zenbullet, programmer in Brighton the day, is explorer in “abandoned” creation the night. He asserts this term of “abandonment” on two accounts. “I experienced my programs the night and gives up them, with the clean of term, front direction to be wearied about it. In addition, I approach these creations ‘with abandonment’, without restriction nor inhibition.” Its work, which raises of art generated hair, consists in using mathematical algorithms to produce random forms that model Matt and that it divides on line, thus opening them with other creativities. It does not expose, but dream to make use of a webcam and projectors for other projects.