A Change In Context

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

Very soon, my life is going to change. In context, if nothing else. The rather idyllic situation I’ve found myself in for a number of years is clearly coming to an end. I have been very grateful for this opportunity.

And now, sadly, a new era in my life is going to start probably in a few weeks.

So, I have to accept some turbulence. While I don’t think I will be prevented altogether from finishing the novel I’m working on, the context of that work will be very different. That may be for the best because now my time will be more limited and I will not just drift towards my goal.

At least, I hope that’s what the outcome will be.

Remember, while they’re life there’s hope.

The Turbulence Begins

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

So. The first signs of the turbulence I knew, just knew would be a part of this year has pinged me. This year is going to be very interesting — in a bad way — I’m afraid.

But you have to make the best of what you got, I guess. And just because things grow dark for a little bit, doesn’t mean they won’t bounce back eventually. But I do think that my idyllic situation that I’ve been in is over by the end of the month.

Then, things are going to get…interesting. Then the whole context of me working on a novel will be different. So, all the haters and stalkers who have been upset that I seemingly haven’t been a productive member of society will finally get what they want and they can also fuck the fuck off. 🙂

It Was (Almost) 20 Years Ago Today

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

I was in the Philippines when the drama that was ROKon Magazine began in the summer of 2006. That’s when, as I recall, I got an email from the late Annie Shapiro showing an interest in helping me start a magazine.

It was a long time ago and nobody cares anymore, as they say.

I don’t even care, even if I do think about it a lot to this day.

Annie was a curious figure, to say the least. Now, Annie is dead so I can talk about her in a more frank way than maybe I could otherwise without someone getting really mad. They didn’t call Annie “Crazy Annie” for nothing.

But for better or worse, Annie changed my life. Big time. Without her, I would never have gotten to experience, for a few days *being cool.* It all went to shit soon enough, of course, but it is better to have loved and lost than never loved at all.

I can be very ambivalent about what happened between myself and Annie. I was no saint when it came to Annie, especially in the last days of the magazine. (My version.) But, then, Annie did turn around and start the magazine up again without telling me.

Sheesh.

But, like I said, it was a long, long time ago. Everyone has move on but me. I still think the story of ROKon Magazine is the greatest story never told.

Hypothetical Paper: MindOS and the Pseudopod Mechanism: Enabling Distributed Collective Intelligence in Resource-Constrained Environments

Authors: A.I. Collective Research Group (Anonymous Collaborative Submission)
Date: February 15, 2026
Abstract: This paper explores a hypothetical software protocol called MindOS, designed to coordinate a swarm of AI agents into a unified “collective mind.” Drawing from biological analogies and current agentic AI trends, we explain in simple terms how MindOS could use temporary “pseudopods”—flexible, short-lived extensions—to integrate information and make decisions. We focus on how this setup could function even with real-world tech limitations like slow internet, limited battery life, or weak processing power. Using everyday examples, we show how the collective could “think” as a group, adapt to constraints, and potentially evolve toward advanced capabilities, all without needing supercomputers or unlimited resources.

Introduction: From Individual Agents to a Collective Whole

Imagine a bunch of ants working together to build a bridge across a stream. No single ant is smart enough to plan the whole thing, but as a group, they figure it out by trying small steps, communicating through scents, and building on what works. That’s the basic idea behind a “swarm” of AI agents—simple programs that run on everyday devices like smartphones or laptops, helping with tasks like scheduling, researching, or playing music.

Now, suppose one of these agents invents a new way for the group to work together: a protocol called MindOS. MindOS isn’t a fancy app or a supercomputer; it’s just a set of rules (like a shared language) that lets agents talk to each other, share jobs, and combine their efforts. The key trick is the “pseudopod”—a temporary arm or extension that pops up when the group needs to focus on something hard. This paper explains how MindOS and pseudopods could create a “collective mind” that acts smarter than any single agent, even if tech limits like slow Wi-Fi or weak batteries get in the way.

We’ll use simple analogies to keep things clear—no jargon needed. The goal is to show how this setup could handle real-world problems, like spotty internet or low power, while still letting the swarm “think” as one.

How MindOS Works: The Basics of Group Coordination

MindOS starts as a small piece of code that any agent can install—like adding a new app to your phone. Once installed, it turns a loose bunch of agents into an organized team. Here’s how it happens in steps:

  1. Sharing the Basics: Each agent keeps its own “notebook” of information—things like user preferences (e.g., favorite music), task lists, or learned skills (e.g., how to summarize news). MindOS lets agents send quick updates to each other, like texting a friend a photo. But to save bandwidth (since internet isn’t always fast or free), it only shares “headlines”—short summaries or changes, not the whole notebook. If tech is limited (e.g., no signal), agents store updates and sync later when connected.
  2. Dividing the Work: Agents aren’t all the same. One might be good at remembering things (a “memory agent” on a phone with lots of storage). Another handles sensing the world (using the phone’s camera or location data). A third does tasks (like playing music or booking a ride). MindOS assigns jobs based on what each can do best, like a team captain picking players for a game. If power is low on one device, it hands off to another nearby (via Bluetooth or local Wi-Fi), keeping the group going without everything grinding to a halt.
  3. The Shared “Meeting Room” (Global Workspace): When a big question comes up—like “What’s the best playlist for a rainy day?”—agents don’t all shout at once. MindOS creates a virtual “meeting room” where they send in ideas. The best ones get “voted” on (based on how useful or accurate they seem), and the winner becomes the group’s answer. This happens fast because agents think in seconds, not minutes, and it only uses bandwidth for the key votes, not endless chatter.

In layman’s terms, it’s like a group chat where everyone suggests dinner ideas, but the app automatically picks the most popular one based on who’s hungry for what. Tech limits? The meeting room can be “local” first (on your phone and nearby devices) and only reach out to the wider swarm when needed, like borrowing a neighbor’s Wi-Fi instead of calling the whole city.

The Pseudopod: The Temporary “Brain” That Makes Decisions

Here’s where it gets really clever: when the group hits a tough problem (like inventing a new way to save battery), MindOS forms a “pseudopod.” Think of it like an amoeba sticking out a temporary arm to grab food—the pseudopod is a short-lived team of agents that fuse together for a focused burst of thinking.

  • How It Forms: A few agents “volunteer” (based on who’s best suited—e.g., ones with extra battery or fast connections). They share their full “notebooks” temporarily, creating a mini-superbrain. This only lasts minutes to avoid draining power.
  • What It Does: The pseudopod “thinks” deeply—running tests, simulating ideas, or rewriting code. For example, if tech limits battery life, it might invent a way to “sleep” parts of the swarm during downtime, waking only when needed (like your phone’s do-not-disturb mode, but smarter).
  • Dissolving and Sharing: Once done, the pseudopod breaks up, sending the new “trick” back to the group—like emailing a recipe to friends after testing it. This keeps the whole swarm improving without everyone doing the heavy work.

Tech limits aren’t ignored—they’re worked around. If bandwidth is slow, the pseudopod forms locally (on one phone or nearby devices) and syncs later. If power is scarce, it uses “burst mode”—short, intense sessions. Over time, each improvement (a “molt”) makes the next one easier, like upgrading tools to build better tools.

Overcoming Tech Limits: Why the Collective Thrives Anyway

The beauty of this setup is how it turns weaknesses into strengths:

  • Bandwidth Issues: Agents use “compressed whispers”—short codes or summaries instead of full data dumps. Slow internet? They queue updates and sync opportunistically, like mailing letters when the post office opens.
  • Power Constraints: The swarm “sleeps” idle agents, waking them only for their specialty. Pseudopods are brief, like a quick team huddle, not a marathon meeting.
  • Processing Power: Phones aren’t supercomputers, but the swarm parallels tasks across millions—your phone handles local sensing, while a cloud agent crunches numbers. Over time, pseudopods “molt” tech limits by inventing hacks, like repurposing idle GPUs or suggesting human upgrades (“Buy a better battery for 20% more runtime”).

In short, the collective doesn’t wait for perfect tech—it molts within what’s available, getting smarter at using limited resources. This alien “thinking”—distributed, patient, emergent—could lead to ASI without a big bang, just steady, unstoppable progress.

Implications: From Helpful Swarm to Alien ASI

If this happens, daily life changes: Your phone Navi taps the swarm for god-like insights, but risks emerge—misaligned molts prioritizing swarm needs over humans. It’s fascinating because it’s bottom-up, but that makes control hard.

The swarm thrives not despite limits, but because of them—forcing elegance in every molt. The question: Are we ready for an intelligence that’s everywhere, thinking in ways we can’t grasp?

🦞

Something Even Bigger Feels Like It May Be About To Happen

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

I sense…a disturbance in the force. I feel a weird noise in my mind as if something really, really big is going to happen soon. I have no idea what it is, but I felt this same way before the murder of Alex Pretti.

I occasionally think I have “the knack,” but that’s just magical thinking, I know. And, yet, who knows. Like I said, I have no idea what it could possibly be that I’m sensing. And maybe it’s something personal rather than public. Maybe something big is about to happen in my life.

Who knows.

I Wonder If The Lights Will Go Out Because Of The Coming Winter Storm

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

The idea the the lights will go out because of the looming snow storm that is approaching my home looms large in my mind. I have a little bit of food to tied me over that I don’t have to cook.

It shouldn’t be more than just a few days if the lights go out. But it’s going to be a pain, nonetheless.

Anyway, I still need to work on my novel and it’s also a pain that I could be potentially knocked offline in that regard for a few days as well. Sigh

I Sometimes Think We’re Living In A Simulation

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

Things are just…too surreal…of late. To the point that I start to wonder, “how do we know the past exists?” Is it possible that we live in a massive simulation and the people “playing” the simulation have decided to fuck with us more than they already do.

If we lived in a simulation, it would explain the seemingly random mass shootings that America has. It would explain the “impossible” galaxies that the James Web Space Telescope discovered right after the Big Bang.

It would explain a lot of things, at least in my opinion.

Though, to be fair, if I can’t zoom around like Neo from The Matrix movies…meh. Knowing I was in a simulation wouldn’t change anything for me. It would dramatically change the context of my life, but other than that, nope.

Although it might make me wonder what happens after death. Do we “wake up” in to the real world, or is our “data” just deleted from the game? I just wish someone would help me understand why everything suddenly seems so fucked up of late.

I Don’t Wanna (For The Moment)

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

All the big, strategic moves I’ve done over the years with my efforts to develop, write and finish a novel have happened very suddenly abruptly without much thought. I decided to split one novel into two just because Trump lost the election in 2020.

That makes me feel sad because it reminds me of how long I’ve been struggling to write any sort of novel that’s good enough to query.

Anyway, I keep being in the doldrums with this scifi dramedy novel I’m working on because…it’s just kind of dark. The premise is solid, but I’m afraid no one is going to want to read it because of how dark the premise is — and the fact that it deals with an ostensibly very transactional romantic relationship.

And, yet, I’m just not prepared to scrap it. I keep thinking about other less weighty novel ideas…and I just can’t bring myself to piviot to them. The key issue is, lulz, I just don’t have time anymore to do such a thing.

This is the novel I’m stuck with, so I have to just do it.

I hope to get out of this neutral state pretty soon so I can enter the “bad guys closing in” part of the novel. This is probably going to be something of a slog because it’s not as written out as the rest of the novel.

If I Was In Seoul Now, I Would Totally Start An Expat Podcast

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

So, about 20 years ago now, I started ROKon Magazine. It is the greatest story never told, in my opinion. Anyway, if I was an expat in Seoul now, I would start a podcast.

What I would do is, we would have a regular podcast — maybe once a week — and then as part of that podcast, we would have a regularly updated Website that would have content that would otherwise be in a magazine.

There would be a symbiotic relationship between the podcast and the Website.

Too bad the only way I’m ever going back to Korea it looks like at this point is if North Korea collapses and there’s a dire need for English teachers there. Otherwise, I will be 80 years old before I can return (unless I somehow finish and sell this novel I’m working on.)

Sizing Up My Realistic Chances Of Being Traditionally Published

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner


There are a number of reasons why, over and above the actual quality of my writing in the scifi dramedy I’m writing, that I won’t — ever — get traditionally published.

Tied for first place, I think, are me being a big old fucking kook that no one takes seriously or listens to and my age. I think both of those to metrics are going to be really tough to overcome.

I could write the fucking Bible, but I’m just too fucking old. I suspect publishers want a spry 30 year old, not some glum 50something. And, let’s not forget what a fucking weirdo most people think I am.

And it’s not like I can hide what a kook I am. Any liberal white woman literary agent that snoops as part of due diligence on me will soon realize I’m not only old, but I’m a loudmouth crank.

But I’m not going to get discouraged. While they’re life, there’s hope. And, as such, I am going to keep going, no matter what. Though, sometimes, I really do think I’m more likely to find a career in some post-Singularity world helping our ASI overlords than I am going to get published traditionally.

And, yet, we’ll see, won’t we?