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My Quest For Computer Cognition
Situational scenes and ideas for a television sitcom, Miley Dreams. Miley will involve herself with a dude who discovered a mathematical, Cartesian relationship linking all biological life to a Creative entity. A fascinating discovery which motivates Miley and I and others to embark upon a quest for the secrets of biological cognition, ultimately to set the stage and the gears in motion for the construction of Murgatroyd: a future computer system mimicking biological cognition.
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Sunday, February 7, 2010

Mercedes Benz Hybrid SUV


INT. 2010 MERCEDES BENZ HYBRID SUV - DAY

MAIDEN drives with passenger SAGE northwestward through the streets and avenues of Manhattan.
Destination: Ice Cave Mountains, Ellenville, New York.

SAGE
I don’t want to distract you
and your attention towards
what’s outside the windshield.

MAIDEN
I’m paying attention. Don’t fret.
Just explain how you figure
you got to see it when it was
practically perfectly obvious
to those who should’ve seen it.

SAGE
Because … .

MAIDEN
'Cause why?

SAGE
Because we like you!
M-O-U-S-E
Mickey’s mouse!

MAIDEN
Donald’s duck!

SAGE
Donald’s duck!

MAIDEN
Mickey’s mouse!

MAIDEN and SAGE
Forever we can walk
and hold our heads up
high! High! HIGH!
Come on now and have some fun
and join our company!
M-I-C-…K-E-Y,
M…O…U…S…E… .

SAGE and MAIDEN chuckle at their juvenile behavior.

SAGE
We probably regressed back
a full decade of time
those last few moments there.

MAIDEN drives off ramp for the George Washington Bridge and travels north towards Palisades Interstate Parkway.


MAIDEN
Don’t turn around.
I think someone is following us.
Get the whirlybirds to check ‘em out.

SAGE opens glove compartment. Flicks switches. Turns dials. Three video monitors portray different aerial views of MAIDEN’s Hybrid SUV traveling north.

SAGE
Locking on infrared. Drones Betsy, Betty …,


Cupcake, listen.
If anything happens, and
things…? you know, if either one of us
doesn’t return to do the dishes tonight,
I want you to know I really,
really dug all those bowls of puddin’,
acts of pure love, … and
them there heapin’ dollops of
lumpy mashed potatoes —

MAIDEN
I made sure there were always lumps
in the mashed potatoes.
Never totally smooth …,
the size you like, too …, everytime. Remember
all those pumpkin pie slices,
with the whipped cream,
the chopped walnuts, … loved it!


SAGE
I do remember, Puddin', Cupcake, Sweetheart.
And Eternally grateful, I am.

••••

Learnin’ to love the presence of
Miley "Maiden America" Cyrus.






Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Maiden America and The Sage at the skeet range


EXT. SKEET RANGE - DAY

MAIDEN AMERICA and SAGE walk gravel path towards skeet range. Both carry identical 20 gauge, 30" skeet choked, over-and-under Krieghoff K-80’s.

SAGE
The concept is so elementary
you or anyone doesn’t require a college degree to understand.

MAIDEN AMERICA
Maybe I’m just not too bright then.

SAGE
It’s got not a thing to do with
how your genes made your brain, my dear.

( I despise employing this condescending tone while informing, educating her. I’m always thinking of ways to work around this attitude that seems to have to prevail for the time being. - KH )

(SAGE continues) You first.

SAGE takes hold of electrical cord trigger hanging from the side of the left skeet tower. MAIDEN AMERICA steps onto the cement square of station one, breaks the stock of her shotgun and then removes a shotgun shell from holster belt pouch, placing the shell into chamber of shotgun. Closing the breech MAIDEN AMERICA brings herself into a practiced stance while raising the shotgun to her shoulder and pointing forward. The low bass-tone voice of the MAIDEN AMERICA is crisp and clear, as if from song.


MAIDEN AMERICA
HEY!

SAGE depresses circular, rubber button on handle of electrical cord and a single clay pigeon is expelled from skeet tower directly in back of where MAIDEN AMERICA stands. Not three-quarters of a second of time passes before the clay pigeon is locked-on and burst apart with a quick, direct blast of buckshot. MAIDEN AMERICA brings the gun to waist level, removes the empty shell and inserts a new one. Closing the breech, she holds the shotgun at waist level.

MAIDEN AMERICA
HEY!

Clay pigeon flies out from opposite tower. MAIDEN AMERICA is quick to raise shotgun to shoulder, aim and fire. The pigeon cracks and scatters into three large pieces that travel overhead and to her left. Empty shell is removed from chamber and two shotgun shells are then placed into each chamber. MAIDEN AMERICA brings the gun to her shoulder, raising the barrel motionless at a point up towards the sky where the flight line of the two clay pigeons are anticipated to travel.

MAIDEN AMERICA
HEY!

Quick to swing the barrel of the shotgun towards the far skeet tower and MAIDEN AMERICA locks on to follow the trajectory of the clay pigeon spinning towards her, and fires. A scattering of pellets cracks the clay pigeon, pulverizing half the bird while the remaining and still intact half-piece of clay bird twirls itself to ground …, and SAGE watches second clay pigeon traveling farther away, almost out of range. SAGE turns towards MAIDEN AMERICA at second shot. SAGE refocuses eyes into distance to watch pieces of second clay bird sprinkle down upon the grass.




SAGE
(with a smile and then chuckle) Almost got away.

The Maiden’s smile back to SAGE is forced. She doesn’t want to show hurt. She's self-conscious now since asking SAGE how does he know some things can’t come from nothing. - (... and I very much want to extricate this condescending tone in dialog between us. I have not figured a literary device to accomplish this just yet, though. - KH )

SAGE
Miley there’s nothing wrong with the way you think or your perceived lack of an education that makes you or millions of others like you unable to appreciate the logic for what is said. It’s the spineless, gutless intellectual cowards running today’s media and the real rats in academia who foist all the crap on people that makes you and others uncertain and then unable to take a stand.

MAIDEN AMERICA steps off cement platform and SAGE hands her the electric trigger. SAGE listens to MAIDEN AMERICA speak as he walks away.

MAIDEN AMERICA
You’re saying the initial, raw, naked force/energy of the Big Bang could not have come from nothing, from some thing that doesn’t even exist. All that huge amount of force/energy, or that huge quality of attraction/repulsion that is characteistic of the four major forms of energy inside the universe now today, this force/energy could not have originated from nothing. OK, that I can understand totally. But then you said that the force/energy could not have transformed itself and made the things inside the universe ALL BY ITSELF. That the force/energy needs a system or a method or something else to work and involve itself with in order to transform itself into some thing else. How do you know that? And remember now, you’re the one always emphasizing the word know.

SAGE
Because the force/energy of the Big Bang is similar to the energy in a battery, but a zillion times more powerful. The force/energy of the Big Bang is like the energy inside the magnet, but again the energy at the moment of the Big Bang was a zillion times more powerful. All the different types of force and energy we are familiar with can’t change into some thing else all by itself. Something has to be hooked up to an energy source in order to make use of that energy. Energy and force no matter how large can’t change itself into some thing else all by itself.

MAIDEN AMERICA
So what do you know? And I mean know.

SAGE raises shotgun to shoulder.

SAGE
HEY!

MAIDEN AMERICA presses button and clay pigeon flies out from tower behind SAGE. Soft metallic click of trigger mechanism of shotgun is heard.

MAIDEN AMERICA
Lost bird.

SAGE didn’t load shotgun, intentionally. I’m a little daffy, not you, Miley, is the want to make her feel now.

SAGE
Miley, even were there an infinite number of universes, as one theory posits, and given the random, probalistic quantum nature of thought we’re all suppose to know and think so wonderfully with, and that it’s only luck or chance we exist the way we are in this one universe, the question and then the answer is, what is the source of origin for the force/energy of this universe, and all the other universes?

MAIDEN AMERICA
No one knows. You want to do that shot over?

SAGE
Nah.

SAGE loads a shell into the chamber and raises shotgun to shoulder.

SAGE
HEY!

SAGE follows and then points a little farther ahead of speeding clay pigeon, locks on to it and pulls the trigger.

MAIDEN AMERICA
Dead bird. And so what’s the answer?

SAGE
The source of origin for the force/energy is responsible for hooking up the system or the method which transformed the force/energy into something else. This Source wrought the system and ultimately caused the transformation of the energy into all the things inside this universe, and all the other universes too, if you want to include them too, in thought. The statement, this Source Of Origin was responsible for our human existence, ... and the answer defines the nature of this Source Of Origin. Like, ‘ya know, one could soberly and intelligently surmise that the Source Of Origin is without sentience, of any kind. The Source Of Origin for the force/energy of the Big Bang is ...? It's some entity like a rock or a log or a puddle of water. Could be that way, correct? I mean, who knows? How absurd for academia to even consider plausible that the Source Of Origin could be a sentient entity and allow investigative thought to be.

MAIDEN AMERICA
Absurd?

SAGE
HEY!

Pow. Pow.

MAIDEN AMERICA
Two dead birds.

(to be continured)



Friday, January 15, 2010

The Maiden Spent The Day At Martha’s Vineyard

Miley and the Sage were near the Massachusetts Institute of Technology for several days. Paid a visit to a frat house …, but it wasn't a frat house, in actuality. A secret, civilian Skunks works project … working on perfecting this. Driving towards Martha's Vineyard afterwards, at a quaint restaurant off the Interstate:

Int. Restaurant table - Evening

MAIDEN AMERICA
You'd start World War Three talkin' too loud about that.

SAGE
We spilt blood and only our own to put 'Ole Glory up there. Everyone else is Socialist and a beer, p&j's, and TV mentality and way of life. What … Islamist leaders spend their oil money promoting new and silly Islamist sects on their people. Or they themselves spend it on French wine, women, food, and acres of French countryside to wile away their lives in. There's no equivalent Islamist organization similar to our NASA or the ESA. Islamist leaders have billions from the oil we buy from them and you don't see a team of Islamists attempt construction of something like The Large Hadron Collider. Islamist cultures are retarded and they want to keep their people backwards because of their pride in their religion. Why share the glory with those types? Any future government, laws, and customs on the lunar surface will be dictated by people from the West, and not these others.

MAIDEN AMERICA
(bubbling up another of her trademark
low bass-tone chuckles) We should design a second flag. A brand new design to stand beside the stars and stripes and that informs everyone that the US lays claim to the moon. What'd'ya think?

SAGE
You know …? One of the many things I like about you is your spunk. I like that.

MAIDEN AMERICA
(jocular) You like that, huh?

SAGE
(laughs) You bet your sweet bippy, young lady.

That night Miley falls asleep and will dream this.

Miley Dreams. The content of the show will be like no others. A totally cool show.


Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Miley Cyrus: MotherCreator of Murgatroyd

Excerpted from The Canadian Press,
By David Germain (CP) – January 11th 2010

LOS ANGELES — Hollywood may find it tough to match 2009's record box-office revenue. Yet studios have a cast of characters this year to make a run for their money.
Among the gang:



"The Last Song" (April 2):
Contrary to the title, Miley Cyrus does not sing in her latest movie. It's all part of growing up and easing herself and fans beyond her perky Hannah Montana persona.
"I like all different kinds of movies, but mostly I like darker things," Cyrus said. "I've done a lot and feel like people don't take me seriously because they haven't seen the serious side of me."
"The Last Song" casts Cyrus as a sullen teen who turns down a scholarship to The Juilliard School and wants nothing to do with music, a reaction against her estranged father (Greg Kinnear), a pianist. Forced to spend a summer with him, her character ends up reconnecting with dad through music, after all. Cyrus learned to play classical piano for the movie.
Though it deals with dark themes, the movie still carries a family friendly PG rating.
"I think it's good, because I don't want to go away from my fans too quickly," Cyrus said. "But then again, I still want to be edgy, and I definitely want to keep the older fans I've got."

mergatroidal - Disney is in possession of a potential powerbase of influence to steer the course of the future world were they to work with our Miley and that treatise of mine. Do those at Disney realize the Creator is observing these moments with rapt, a keen attention? ~,~ I can realize no other person other than the tween celebrity Rock Star Miley Cyrus able to pull off the goals for worldwide change needed today. Miley Cyrus is poised in life to saddle up and embark on a mission that will alter the course of history. She has the makings of another Joan of Arc. 

What a dream. Advancing the quality of life issues. Slaying dragons, etc.  

~,~  

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Synopsis of Miley Dreams — 2010

Huh, some dude Alexander is posting here for business? ~,~ • Sure, I'll play along … .

I want Miley and Tish to take up residence in Manhattan. 
The neighborhood around Park Avenue South is an ideal 
place for Miley and Moms to …? hide out within while the 
three of us brainstorm the screenplay for Miley Dreams. I 
imagine five, ten, at most fifteen months and the bulk of 
ideas will be thought out and a storyboard written ready for 
production. Videos of her aren't doing it. I need to become a 
bit more familiar with the idiosyncratics of Maiden America, 
aka our Miley, while she's still in her teenage years. The 
contrived, cookiecutter Hannah Montana lines for everyone 
are not my idea of the ideal for the characters in Miley 
Dreams. We break out of the mold to do Miley Dreams … .

Our Miley, Maiden America will want to understand 
that tome I wrote. Perhaps while surfing the Internet the idea 
of a computer system mimicking biological cognition is what 
first draws the Maiden's attention my way. Perhaps what 
draws her attention is how I spank Islamists: 

MideastYouth.com

and my jocular wit portraying the West as the best sparks an interest within her? 
Whatever causes her attention my way, as I describe and explain things I don't want a 
condescending air to our relationship. I don't want contrived 
things, emotions, and thoughts 'cause whatever is brought to
 be between the Maiden and the Sage (that's moi), I want 
first Miley to realize and then the audience of Miley Dreams 
to eventually come to the realization that Miley and I are on 
a mission of God. The Creator wants the West to begin 
taking steps to learn and understand biological 
cognition.

The future world will truly become a better 
place for all while the best and the brightest strive to unravel 
the secrets of biological cognition. While we learn we also 
seek to bring application to any new-found knowledge and 
have begun construction within the New York metro area, 
…? Manhattan is deemed the destined creationbirthplace 
of Murgatroyd, the very first prototype computer system with 
verifiable cognition … 
Western governments and 
academic institutions have taken steps for the theoretical 
design and construction of prototype robots with computer 
systems mimicking biological cognition.

Miley Dreams portrays certain influential young folk in Islamist 
nations watching as the Maiden stirs first her fans and then 
an entire generation of young folk here in the West to this 
quest for robots with bio cognition. The young folk in Islamist 
nations rise up in revolt precisely because of what the 
Maiden, our Miley is doing to people in the West. Portraying 
influential Islamists realizing (in Miley Dreams dialog) that 
once the West has constructed the first robot(s) with bio 
cognition, their Islamist culture and civilization is being 
doomed. What kid with any ambition living in an Islamist 
nation will want to spend time reading the Qur'an and waste 
all their time acting goofy in rituals when they see and 
realize people in the West are learning about and actually 
building these robots? Our Miley plants the seeds of 
revolution in the minds of billions of Islamists, ... and when 
the Maiden reads or watches news reports in Miley Dreams 
of this realization for what she's doing … — and I want to 
actually talk like this to Miley Cyrus, and then to watch her 
reaction and how she laughs to this depiction of her and her 
character now. I need to become more familiar with Miley 
Cyrus, her idiosyncratics and manners, so as to write the 
more perfect screenplay.

Imagine Alexander a potential future reality: the now belligerent to the West 
Iranian leaders are history. They have been replaced, and 
the new leaders have dismantled their nuclear arsenal …, 
done because of the Maiden, our treasure, the loved by all, 
the wonderful Miley Cyrus. Without firing a shot …, imagine 
that.

I want Miley Cyrus. She's perfect for the role. 
She can accomplish great things. I can boost her up on a 
stead, to lead a generation to strive to also accomplish great
 things. I imagine ten, fifteen months is enough time to write 
the initial season of episodes … .

~,~

Howdy, Miley. I got the reigns of a 
nice horse to give to 'ya, and a kiss to the forehead, when 
we first meet, … if 'ya want 'em. You're perfect for the role. 

~,~           

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Talking about Cortez to The Maiden

Fade in:
Int. Starbucks - Day

The Maiden and the Sage seated at a table - Venti coffees.

Sage: Miley, imagine I'm with Cortez and his entourage of conquistadors. Montezuma and his priests have invited us to watch a sacrificial ceremony ..., and we watch a half dozen splendidly dressed young girls stepping up the pyramid steps, eventually to stand close to where we stand. Once at the top each girl is handed a basket of vegetables, and then led to the edge of a pit where a raging fire burns below. One of the preists will push the girl to topple down into the pit. We're told later that the Mayan priests sacrifice girls to appease their gods who may return the favor by allowing a bountiful yield of crops next year. One of the girls brought a bloodcurdling scream out from the pit, and I imagine Cortez and I turning to look at each other. The expression on his face is of a calm but loathsome repugnance. I imagine Cortez ...? A devout Christian. On a mission, always the frame of mind. The Lord has put him here for a reason. The adrenaline is quick ..., he's realizing the Mayans, ... that their days were numbered.

Back at camp later that day Cortez began the discussion on how we were to go about destroying these pagans ... by the grace of God, in the name of Jesus.

Maiden America: From the way you tell it Cortez doesn't sound like the devilish type of guy others make him out to be, actually. There were reasons for the ..., what the history books say what happened then and there.

Sage: He was what he was, 'ya know? Islam actually isn't much different then the Mayan religion. Were anyone today seeking to know and understand the Creator,...? Islam and the words and thoughts generated by a reading of the Qur'an do not express the will and the intentions of the Creator to us, its human creation. All the promolgation of thought by their sages is baloney.

Maiden America: How can you say that? How 'ya know?

Sage: Did the treatise come from one of theirs? Why me instead of a learned sage from any of the major religions? That treatise was suppose to come from one of those types, those who devote their entire lives to such thoughts. That treatise shouldn't have originated from the likes of someone like me. Why did the Creator allow me to think the thoughts that led to the writing of that tome?

Maiden America: Maybe the Creator isn't hanging out with -- them.

Sage: Exactly. I doubt very much the Creator wants one more goofball religion with all the silly rituals for us humans to act upon the earth with.

...

... to be continued. I'm not done, ... thunkin' 'bout this.

I'm 644. Miley is 214. And to imagine constructive, mature dialoge with Miley "Maiden America" Cyrus, the Rock Star ... is quite inspiring. :-)

...

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Miley Dreams — "More Than Infatuation."

Fade In:
Ext. Tennessee Hillside – Day

Miley and Noah stroll through open field to a path in the forest leading to a small pond. Miley and Noah draw pond water into glass jars and then walk back onto path and through field to house.

Fade out:

Fade In:
Int. of room of house

Two binocular microscopes and computers on tables. Music on radio plays Mountain's, Nantucket Sleighride. Miley and Noah enter room and prepare slides with pond water for mounting on microscopes. Sunbeam through window sparkles microscopes Miley and Noah stand beside. Miley places her 228 month Rockstar hip upon a stool, and then while moving and adjusting her hip so as to sit upon the stool more comfortably, Miley leans her upper body to peer down the eyepiece of the microscope.

Through the eyepiece, the glass slide is nudged until a paramecium slithers into view. Miley picks up tweezers, pinches grains of salt from table, dropping salt grains upon drop of water on the slide. 228 month Miley is seen to again move and adjust her hips upon the stool as her eye is brought to the eyepiece ... . Ten, fifteen seconds of time passes before the paramecium is seen to disintegrate through the eyepiece.

Miley sits upright. Pensive for several moments.

Voice Over from cc radio; the song, I Don't Like Monday's, by the Boom Town Rats.
'The silicon chip inside her head switched to over-load.'
Back to scene:

Miley turns to stare at cc radio.

Tell me why / I don't like mondays
Tell me why / I don't like mondays
Tell me why / I don't like mondays
I wanna shoot the whole day down.

Back to scene:
Noah (lifting her eye from the microscope):
These things are cool.

Miley begins nodding her head (like yeah) to Noah. Miley listens to radio intently.

Announcer's Voice Over from cc radio:
That was Bob Geldof and the Boom Town Rats with their, I Don't Like Mondays.
And now Robots From God, by Third Person Schizoids.

I feel pain. I feel joy. Smashed my thumb. I'm too hot and then quickly cold.
I mimic my creators. I'm a robot from God.
Don't sweat. Don't break your back. Let me lift that for you.
I'm your robot. The intentions of the Creator God. I'm robots from God.
Back to scene:

Miley picks up cellphone:

"Pa, tell Queeg to get the papers for me to sign
for the place on Park Avenue.
And call and tell Maggie.
I want to move in as soon as possible, too, OK?"

Billy Ray voice over:

"Honey, are you sure you want to do this?
That man is gonna done pour a whole lot of his gravy over those
dollops of lumpy mashed potatoes you'll be serv'n up ...!"

Miley:

"Pa, I think I know ..., I hope it's my destiny. I love you."

Billy Ray:

"I love you, too, cupcake. I'll call Queeg and Maggie within the hour."

Fade out:
...

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Little Girl's Butts

Little Girls Butts, or
If You Can't Convince Howard Stern With Genius
Baffle Him With It


Wrapped clad in blue denim or purple nylon spandex, I
X-ray through the stinky parts.
She makes each movement a coordinate, portents of Life.
Mini-glutes sparkle muscles's energy
forcing bone angles, motion
stepping forward, skipping, jumping up, squatting down.
"Fascinating," as Spock would say.
"The juncture for half her body's energy."

Today's spineless, gutless intellectual cowards of academia claim,
"Alone and by itself the dense packet of force/energy from the Big Bang,
after billions of years, evolved into ..." for instance,
evolved into the mass and motion of a little girl's butt.

Butt energy, or any form of force/energy cannot transform itself
into any other "thing" all by itself.

Today's spineless, gutless intellectual cowards of academia have yet to pronounce
the necessity for the existence of an entity as the source of origin
for the force/energy of the Big Bang.
An entity which must exist and be responsible for
engineering the order of transformation
for that infinitely dense packet of force/energy
from the Big Bang at t < 1.

"Miley "Maiden America" Cyrus, your fans will someday break camp.
The best and brightest to saddle up for battle.
Three fronts: religious, educational, political."

"Archaic religious texts are not inspired transmissions
detailing the will and the intentions of the Creator
to us, Its human creation.
Sever this jugular in the minds of the masses."

"Acknowledge the existence of a Creative entity in the classroom.
And through scientific inquiry and with a rational frame of mind,
psychoanalyze this Creative entity to understand
Its will, intentions, and demeanor."

"Your fans personal constitutions are a potent political force."

"God speed."

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