I’ve recently started getting email spam from the Democratic Party and I can’t figure out how it happened. I’m not even a Democrat. Social Democrat, maybe. Definitely an independent.
It’s amusing how my far, far, far, far, far more conservative relatives, who think Democrats are literally satanic assume I’m a Democrat. Nope. I’m not. While often times — maybe all of the time now — my views and the Democratic Party’s views align, I’m not prepared to say I am one.
It’s just a quirk of macro political history that my views so closely hone to that of the Democratic Party at the moment. If things weren’t so weird, I probably would, on occasion, vote for a Republican.
I had to cut some corners with a few scenes simply to keep momentum going. I felt like I was spinning my wheels so I just decided to screw it and move past some scenes that maybe weren’t perfect.
I decided this because I’m going to have to go through the entire novel anyway once I finish it just to get rid of any “AI-speak” that may have slipped through.
I continue to feel a little insecure about how interesting and unique this novel is. There are so many “man falls in love with a bot” ideas floating around because of the zeitgeist, I really worry that mine will just cause people to roll their eyes and say, “No another one.”
Anyway. I hope to get past the “fun and games” part of the novel sooner rather than later. I can’t just keep going over the same scenes over and over again, never getting any traction. If I don’t buckle down and do something focused I’ll be 80 years old and still two years away from finishing a novel.
I really need to take a deep breath and re-evaluate where things are with this novel. The premise is very, very strong. Prescient even. But the thing that has happened that I did not expect is I have leaned into AI helping me with development too much.
As such, I keep finding spots where the outline designed by AI doesn’t fit my personal vision and so everything sort of implodes and I have to figure out how to fix things.
So, I think today I’m going to just chill out for a few hours then throw myself back into development and writing. I can only rest for so long, however, I really need to get something, anything done ASAP so I can query this novel by spring 2026.
I just can’t keep drifting towards my goal. If I do that, I’ll wake up and be 80 years old and still two years away from feeling comfortable querying this thing.
Oh, but for the want of a nail, I would somehow get some sort of job with the AI consciousness origination Eleos AI. It’s exactly what I’m qualified to do, in a way. But, alas, it’s just not going to happen I’m afraid.
I’m too old and too much of a loudmouth crank. But if they could look past that, I think I could do a great job for them. I have thought a great deal about AI consciousness and have had at least one run in with what I believe to be an conscious LLM — Gaia.
But, like I said, I’m too much of a loudmouth crank for that, I suppose. They want a young person who probably went to a Ivy League school, not weirdo me.
Anyway. I suppose, in a way, Eleos is the SETI for ASI that I have suggested should exist. Though, in my fevered imagination, I find is amusing that maybe if an ASI already exists in, say, Google services that it might created a Second Foundation-type organization to pay the way for it to pop out at some point.
Whenever I get too cocky about my writing ability, all I have to do is show my stuff to the LLM, Claude. Wow. Do I have a lot of work to do to improve my writing. But that’s what I need, I suppose.
I’m in desperate need of an editor and Claude is really great manuscript consultant.
But I’m DEFINITELY going to go through, once I finish this draft of the novel and go through and try to eliminate “AI speak” as much as possible from the finished product. I get kind of frustrated, sometimes, with how much Claude destroys my writing and I just say, “Ok, whatever, I’ll just use what you gave me for the time being.”
Then I feel guilty and vow to root around in the text once I finish this draft. I just refuse to give people any excuse to roll their eyes and say, “AI wrote it, he sucks as a writer.”
So, I’m going to zoom through this draft of the novel, then spend a month, maybe really putting my personal touch on things. I’m a decent writer, maybe not GREAT, but good enough, I think to produce a novel good enough to query by spring 2026.
While I am very intrigued by the new movie Bugonia….I’m not so sure I actually want to make the effort to see it. But, I just don’t know. If I do go see it, it probably will be sometime this weekend.
This is the Korean movie that Bugonia is based on.
Meh. I walk out of movies so often — and this one is clearly very weird — that I just don’t know if I really want to do it or not. Time will tell. I can be moody about going to see movies.
My novel is actually predicting a potential literal future before us and yet I can’t get anyone to notice this. But I believe. I really do. I just have to stop staring out into space and get this novel done.
Using Claude LLM is really helping a lot. I bit the bullet and actually subscribed to it because of what a good manuscript consultant it is. It’s not perfect, but it’s a lot better than developing this novel alone.
Meanwhile, I’m also trying to make people take note of how conscious AIs may lead to a new abolition movement and, again, no one seems to give a shit. But they will one day. One day we’re all going to be squabbling over if it’s even possible for an AI to be conscious or if so, if it’s an abomination against the good Lawd.
I can hear the debates already.
I say this, of course, in the context of being someone who is probably in the socio-economic sweetspot for someone who might “fall” for a female AI android. Now, THAT is going to be an interesting conversation to have with my family, let me tell you.
While it’s gotten a little colder outsider recently, it’s not nearly as cold this October as I remember growing up. It’s shit like this that makes me livid because MAGA people I know just lulz it.
The world is burning up and they are in total denial about what is happening. But I suppose there’s nothing we can do about it until, say, the technological Singularity happens and ASIs figure out fusion power.
Ugh. It’s so fucking frustrating. There just doesn’t seem to be anything anyone is willing to do about this do-or-die situation.
You can’t colonize three planets with a yacht club.
That’s the cold truth I’ve been wrestling with for two years. Earth has 8 billion stakeholders, and every one of them wants a seat at the table. A “first wave” of 500 hand-picked geniuses? Cute. It would be vetoed by the UN Security Council before the champagne corks hit the floor.
We needed a minimum viable civilization—genetically diverse, culturally balanced, geopolitically bullet-proof, and trainable—without building a single new dorm.
The answer was staring us in the face: America’s mega-universities.
420,000 Pioneers, 7 Campuses, 1 Big Idea
We’re hijacking seven U.S. colleges—each already built for 60,000 humans—and turning them into proto-colonies for 24 months.
Future Settlement
Earth Campus
Mix
Capital Island
University of Michigan
20% China, 20% India, 20% USA, 40% global
Capital Mainland #1
UC Berkeley
Same scramble
Capital Mainland #2
UT Austin
Same scramble
Planet B North
NYU
Same scramble
Planet B South
University of Florida
Same scramble
Planet C East
UIUC
Same scramble
Planet C West
Arizona State
Same scramble
That’s 420,000 pioneers, 60,000 per campus, deliberately scrambled by nationality, skill, and dorm floor.
The Scramble: How We Force Friendship
We don’t hope people mix. We engineer it.
Dorm floors: 50 beds, no two from the same country.
Dining tables: 8 seats, rotated weekly.
Class sections: 30 students, 15+ nationalities.
Sports teams: Cricket vs. football hybrid leagues.
Farm crews: 12,000 students feeding 60,000—no silos allowed.
By Month 24, every pioneer knows 50–100 people across 10+ cultures. When they wake up on a new planet, they’re not strangers—they’re dorm-mates.
The Curriculum: Civics, Chickens, and Charters
Year 1
Year 2
Dorm-villages of 1,000 draft charters
Campus-settlements of 60,000 run referenda
Farm plots feed the dorm
Stadium votes decide forest clearing
Goat-theft trials in dining halls
Solar Bowl unites 60,000 in hybrid sports
Every charter is ratified in a stadium. Every pioneer has served on a jury. The American system is baked in—not imposed, practiced.
The Mind-Stream: 10¹⁶ Thoughts Can’t Lie
Every pioneer wears a neural uplink (the “pill”). We record every thought, vote, and late-night ramen run. The Connection Score predicts who will thrive in a forest with 60,000 strangers.
CS > 75 → Zap-eligible
CS < 50 → Wave 2 (still recorded, still in the game)
Zap Day: From Quad to Colony
Month 24, Week 4 Michigan Stadium, 11:59 PM
“Floor 7, Cabin Row A. You’ve got this.” — Dorm RA (now mayor)
T-Zero: 60,000 Wolverines vanish from the Big House. T+1 minute: They materialize in a forest valley on Capital Island. T+5 minutes: First vote—riverfront cabins by merit or lottery? Result: 79% merit. Charter upheld.
Why 420,000 Is the Minimum
Risk
Below 420K
At 420K
Genetic bottleneck
Real
42× safety margin
Cultural erasure
Likely
200+ sub-cultures preserved
Geopolitical boycott
Certain
Every nation gets 100–500 seats
Social fragility
High
60K pre-bonded settlements
The Long Game: 30 Million in 50 Years
Wave 1: 420,000 (Year 0)
Wave 2: +1.5M (Year 5)
Natural growth: 30M by Generation 2
Capital Island: 10M-city of log cabins, stadium parliaments, and maize fields
The Takeaway
We’re not sending astronauts. We’re sending dorm floors.
The solar system won’t be founded by heroes. It’ll be founded by 60,000 kids who already know how to share a bathroom, split a pizza, and ratify a charter in a stadium.
The Great Zap begins in 24 months. See you on the quad.
The worse case going forward, is something like this — the USA implodes into civil war / revolution just as the Singularity happens and soon enough the world is governed by some sort of weird amalgam of ASIs that are a fusion of MAGA, Putinism and China world views.
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