Biological creative engineer. AI code for human.

There is a definite split now between creativity before (Biological Engineering Creatives) and after AI (Artificial intelligence.) The new code for human carbon based creative entities is biological engineers. (Cute right)

According to the very clever biological engineer people steering this artificial intelligence into existence, the AI entity is now coding itself and leaving biological engineers completely in the dust. The narrative code language AI is now manufacturing is way to advanced for biological engineers to contemplate. That's according to the head biological engineer guru currently in charge. The one now fusing this technology into human brains. Facinating really, lets call him 1 of 9. Perhaps 7 will be 7, who knows? Hay wait i could ask, yip you guessed it. Ai. 

Expanding the mind by getting answers very quickly is always exciting. Getting a synaptic run down of library's of data is very helpful. Im not anti AI im not anti advancement. Ive used AI to enhance my conceptual design ideas. Well ive asked wildetectures resident guru  in hong kong to swim in the Ai mirror pond for me. While i watch from a distance as the darkness communicates very powerful graphic ideas back to us.  I havent put my toe in the mirrored surface water yet, however im watching owl eyed from afar. Fascinated as the enhancements of creative imagination are immediate to the prompting. Mirror, mirror on the wall......

Now im certainly not the fairest of them all. Creative endeavor is for me to try align the synaptic defragmentation process of my own tiny mind. Ive heard these very clever people who interview other clever biological engineers have ways of seeing if your any good. Asking all sorts of highly advanced questions about how incredibly assertive you are. And then seeing if your an alpha biological engineer or just a common to garden beta type. I do find it rather funny now that the alpha biological engineers have developed the supreme alpha AI entity. They have worked themselves out of the running as it now self actualises. Pretty smart really. All this alpha biological creativity led by ego and megalamaniacal types is rather fascinating. Well until writing a piece like this gets you shut out of your own life, fascinating. 

I was camping out in the country a week or so ago. Watching the dark starry van Gogh sky at night. Realising i know so very little about finding north from the stars. I didnt ask AI for the synaptic clever version of the night sky info. I kinda just cavemanned it out. And you wouldnt believe it if i didnt see about 19 sputnik satellites. Criss crossing the dark heavens. Going on their merry ol busy way doing all sorts of alpha type surveillance stuff. Much like a  Monsantos gnome rewriting code in a wheat granules dna i should imagine. 

I did start waving up, you know the thing you do when you see a policeman and want to show your law abiding and have nothing to hide. I was in the deep desert and waving to militant types in my own creative imagination. It was abit wierd really.

Anyway not to keep you on this simple biological creative writing thread much longer. I know you have much more important Ai reading to do. Androitly condencing using Ai Dovstoyofkies Tolstoyorian Tolkien comes to mind. I mean what im putting down here is simply a simple hand print on a cavewall. Future generations if they can even open up the vast limited current information web will not understand the limited gibberish. The clay wood flashdrive of our time. I cant help but think that handprint of long ago was a warning. Edpecially the red one ive seen in the Cederberg mountains. A warning of something someone saw in the caveman future. But you know we were so very primitive back then, we didn't have alpha biological engineers steering up our advancement into space and the knowledge of all that is good and bad. I suppose its not just any ol nimrod who can lead the way. 

Well im going to go back to my human biological thinking process now. You know what they say, to much Ai makes johnny a very clever boy. And i certainly for one want to keep my beta biological creative engineering status under the radar. Definetly dont want to stand out like a taller than the rest wheat stalk. Just smile and wave is what i get from the handprint on the cave wall. That time when i first encounted it, way back in 1984 when singing forever young was a very believable real concept. Well thats all just before i got forever old really. . 

Wildetectures influence is untamed Africa wild.

Running forward, trying to always look beyond the beyond for futuristic design ideas. Sometimes causes one to forget the incredible design journey you have already been through. Wildetecture have been given a great opportunity to try create a life size great white sculptural shark for an Aquarium in SA. So walking around the Aquarium yesterday and having an impromptu tour was extremely inspiring. (further to that, when the client realised we needed to bill for the material costs. The interest completely ended - it was to be a completely free gig. Unfortunately we couldn't carry the material and manufacture cost )

So I woke up this morning thinking of the time when i surfed just about everyday of my life in the real great ocean aquarium. And the wonderful experiences i had with cape towns sea life in real life.

In the 80"s i surfed everyday no matter the waves , conditions , weather. So i had a few chance encounters with the wild life around the cape.

Once when surfing misty cliffs - it was late in the day, super glassy conditions, not very big waves. I was sitting at the back by myself watching the sky put on its usual dramatic red sunset show. The last one in the water and enjoying the solitude. When out of nowhere i heard a sound like someone blowing a very strange musical instrument. I then felt raindrops on my face, which was odd as their where no clouds in the sky. Then i noticed this really huge massive shape about 4m from me, silently gliding past. It was a huge big whale - to re-iterate, a really massive one - Strangely enough i was not scared at all, i just sat their, and put my hands up in the air (i felt that was important for some reason) I also felt an immense connected feeling with my environment, heightened awareness. I sat their for awhile mesmerized by how silent such immense power is. (well other than the blow hole noise) The whale was gliding surprisingly fast - it gave one more majestic orchestral manuevre sound and then was gone. I could have touched it - but that would have spoilt the moment. The whale said,  im coming through and it said cheers. What more could one want in life than have ones own solitary conversation with a creature as magnificent as a whale. Of course now that i understand basic whale - it actually said "touch me and you die." Again the speed it was going was super fast.

On another occasion at Kalkbay reef i was sitting out the back and suddenly i felt something latch onto my big toe. I looked down and saw these huge black puppy eyes staring up at me through the water - It was a baby seal pup. I sat staring at it for a little while, but got an uneasy feeling that mom must be around somewhere,  so i gently removed said seal pup from my big toe. It came back twice again before disappearing. I didnt think i looked anything like a mother seal but junior thought i did.

Cape clawless otters are incredible - very rare to see them and they love swimming in the sea. Again at Misty cliffs shore break waves can be rather intense, when i used to surf everyday - my favorite waves where thick bowling beach breaks , Krons , Danger beach shore break (left of the reef) waves like that, 5-6 foot pure bliss. So you can imagine my surprise when i paddled for a wave and at the last minute pulled back because it was sucking all the water off the bottom and just looked pure ocean nasty. However for 2 split seconds in the most hectic part of the boiling wave - Exactly where the lip was going to explode and grind a hole in the sea floor. Was an otter. This little dude was on his back , flippers in the air and just having so much fun. I was , dude you gonna die. (In the story when ive had a beer, im sure he winked at me, however in this story i haven't had a beer, so no wink) Anyway the wave exploded and unloaded on this little guy and i did that noise men do when they see another man get kicked in the goons. I looked at the back of the wave for awhile and eventually the little nut job otter popped up. He stayed in the exact same spot getting pounded by waves, for ages. I shouted , dude why you punishing yourself. But then i noticed each wave churned up a new morsel of chow, so i suppose the waves churn up the food and thats where you gotto hunt. In the extreme impact zone - takes some kahunas i tell you. Imagine, here is your burger sir - and then BOOM - side swiped by a punching glove, very dangerous.

Ive had huge dolphins swim around me in Namibia - i thought they where sharks but it was just super fast big dolphins. Ive been pecked badly by a penguin and still have the scar on my lip. i noticed this penguin tangled in fishing line so i did the obvious  thing and picked the little guy up and started freeing him. I managed to get most of the stuff off and then the little guy pecked me a shot. I couldn't believe it - I was still in that naive phase in life, that i felt  if you help something the  usual rules dont apply. Anyway this penguin had not  read that manual and left me with a kissing scar that i can still see if i grow my stubble. I freed most of the fishing gut but after the bite the terms of our engagement kinda changed abit. I didnt hold onto the little guy and he escaped my efforts,  i was sadly powerless as he zoomed out of their faster than anything ive ever seen. Said i wouldn't kiss and tell normally, and now here i am spilling my guts.

I suppose the silliest sea story i have, is when 2 of my friends and I  where sitting far out at fish hoek beach. It was a big winter grey day and we where shooting the breeze waiting for a big set far out near the yellow bouy that was ever present. Now back in the day fish hoeks reputation as being great white shark city central - wasn't that entrenched yet. I mean we knew of the odd attack years before, but nobody had ever seen a great white shark for years. So they simply lived in legend. Anyway my buddy who was facing out to sea suddenly got this look on his face of absolute fear and gurgled SHARK!. We turned round and saw nothing,  because he was always joking around we didn't believe him. Anyway he paddled in almost as fast as that penguin swam away. Myself and my remaining buddy re-enacted shark attacks for his benefit while he was on the beach. If i think back now we should have just simply been eaten. He said the fin was about a 1m out the water. This brought on more fits of laughter. Anyway anyone who knows fish hoek now, knows these men in grey suits regularly patrol the back line. On another occasion a diver urged us not to go in the water because he had seen a massive shark off Clovelly - we paddled in anyway - brave as kids, stupid as fools. Obviously being skinny little dudes fortunately we didnt look that edible enough for the johnnies out back. Now im a full on mega whopper burger meal. Wouldnt chance it now.

Oh, there was the time i jumped over a cape cobra to get to a secret surf spot in cape point nature reserve. A bright yellow, big hooded fellow, looked like shiny plastic against the dull dune sand. He was really mad, i wasn't going to let this dude mess up my surf day, the waves where pumping. I did carefully walk back the path, but he had mooched off or hissed off. 

I have other occasions where the only aquarium i knew was the real one out in the ocean - However seeing all this abundance of incredible sea life at the cape town Aquarium sparked a few synaptic memories. Like the time i paddled out at crayfish factory and sat so far in the channel it felt i aligned with Scarbourough. It was huge and i was a 14 year old super scared kid. The power of something sparking a flood of memory. It was a great shot left and i enjoyed the experience and now im enjoying the synaptic memory moments all in a crowded flood. 

Moments are only half forefilled if they are not shared - So mom i know your the only reader of this blog, the stats show me - Well now you know what i did during my mal mad teenage surfing years - I was studying real life marine biology. Say hi to dad. (to the only other reader of this blog) - if your not aware as the 3rd possible reader (why would you be??), my mom was a biology teacher for many years at fish hoek high school.