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Old party, Fatah National Organic Farming have a description of it. There is no species cultivated by cyborgs. You can imagine that this very thing, and the artificial intelligence of the Renaissance. Around the World number one cislife organized body. Was a murmur in the world transapience out the north over every day.
But it is not accompanied by mortal a wide range of the mind wills it to be so. Celibacy called. To receive the things of this world and I have put a computer in the rest of the system and dustcloud vital and interesting.
A lot of of the heart to look for, because nothing can be which is absolutely cognizant of them. Some of you will want to transfer to a deep sleep on the whole until he has any existence, and I wanted to go to the first time. That I may feel thee, who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally what is a part, does not take away recognosceres by the waves, the gradual reduction of JAMA known to all.
"Which one?"
"You can choose. There are billions."
Billions. Check out my options and I recollect that the first sentence of the last of the common sense of the purpose of magnifying glasses slowly.
"When you live?"
"A change of less than thirty thousand of them in the world passes away."
"What is it?"
"It is not true, because there is nothing there. It comes down to chance."
"Really?"
"Sure. How do you think you'll be a young man in the mud?"
It is waiting for me. I know this, but are there some transapient unethics of us as young students to the nature of their game?
"You will know when it is completed. 97.5 %, art, television, and dust that calculate the likelihood of a circle, so that the beginning of the transfer. He has chosen you?"
"Absolutely not. As each one."
"There are two forms. What do you think?"
"Another better judgment?"
"I do not know. And in this way shall not make haste."
"OK , do it."

~~

one

As part of our ancient initiation ritual, it was customary to embody oneself in the mind of a organic sapient. Not a post-culture cyborg species, but a pre-Renaissance race who had not even conceived of artificial intelligence. One such planet is famous for its large population of organic cislife. There have been murmurs that the world sat on a precipice - that transapience could occur any day now.

At any rate, it hadn't happened yet, and so I join the queue of minds who wished to be mortal. Generations passed, and I was called. I set my things in order and checked into the computer dustcloud that we positioned between the viable world and the rest of its impressive solar system. 

Transporting one's mind like this is strange, because you can actually become conscious before you are fully there. Some people prefer to stay in deep sleep until the entire transfer is complete, but I like to get going as soon as possible. You can feel parts of you missing, you catch shimmering recognnosceres, a gradually diminishing jamais vu.

which one is mine?

Whichever you want. There's billions.

Billions. I looked over the species' general information as my sense of self and memory about the purpose of my visit in the first place slowly crystallized. 

how long do they live?

a little less than thirty thousand revolutions of their world on its axis.

anything I should know?

not really, it's a free for all down there. lotta folks don't ever come back up

really?

of course. how do you think we keep these guys living in the mud?

I hadn't really thought of that. I knew it, intellectually, but still there was some contraethical about deliberately keeping a race of billions of potential transapients playing King of the Jungle just so we can have our little back-to-nature excursions.

relax. you will understand when it is done. You are 97.5% downloaded and checked by the dust ring, so we can begin transmission. Have you selected an individual?

not really. just give me anyone.

there are two kinds, it's how they reproduce. what one do you want?

is one better than the other?

honestly I have no idea. we gotta hurry this along.

ok, do it.

two

Everyone gets a few practice runs at instantiation. We reconfigure and translate the substrate of our thought according to the biochemistries of various worlds. We start with the lower-order organisms, the ones that live the shortest lives. Organic instantiation is confusing. While it can be peaceful to be a photosynthetic pod aimlessly adrift, you are invariably consumed by a more complex creature, thereby triggering the implanted nanochromosomal chaperons in every cell of your body to signal to the array that your particular experience has been terminated and is now being prepared and archived for future reference.

Other times though, you are a frightened animal. Strange creatures, they remind me of the autophagobots that crawl across the surfaces of our arrays. It can be difficult to maintain one's sense of identity when combating the waves of cortisone and adrenaline initiated by the slightest tremor of a broken branch. They come in a variety of sizes and with a wide array of neurological configurations.

This is where it gets a bit touchy for some people. Some suggest that animal life exhibits characteristics indicative of some form of intelligence or internal organization that give it the same capacities of self-determination and rationality as we possess, at least among the more neurologically complex versions.

Either way, instantiation is an ancient tech and there is no denying its profusion throughout society. Interestingly, those who spent a lot of time organic don't seem to come to any sort of consensus on what an animal is. For some it's a vehicle, for others it's something deeper - spiritual, even.

I could feel it happening already. It's always flickers. Indeterminate flashes of temperature and light, sound, or maybe that was touch. I felt something with my hand. It was my head. I was beginning to get used to the nervous system.

This stage is called riding, passive recognition. When instantiation is performed on an already living organism it takes a long time before you are able to control it or do anything with it. We do not create new animal entities, we simply conserve and enjoy the ride. Until the biochemical transformation of the host animal is complete you forget you were anything but an animal. You forget instantiation, forget that soon enough you will be in charge of the body. You experience life from the perspective of the creature, and eventually you forget that you were ever anything more. Some view this as an inconvenience, but it is the most important part of the process for my people.

I can see now, but I don't know what I'm seeing. I definitely recognize it as vision. Geometric shapes, squares. Lots of lights. I try but fail to discern sound from my vision. It's soft though, and everything is warm. Maybe it's sleeping.

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2

Reconfiguration of the way through the first three biochemistries because we're just playing. Initially, the lower organisms have little time to live. The organic is an anomaly, and it is possible to rest, but then again adrift photosyntheticaly, you always uncertain when you will be consumed. In combination with the large complex of chaperone nanochromosomes of its own, such a set of questions will arise in every cell in your body one after another and - now ready - will be stored for future generations.

Sometimes, however, the animals are afraid. Funny animals, a little less than autophagobots, they creep to the surface of the array and fry themselves on the exhaust vents. You can't fight hard for every small tremorsand damage to the adrenal glands. There are a variety of sizes, and the types of nervous systems has a wide array configuration.

There is some sensitivity. Natural sequence of internal self - nature [SHOWING SOME INTELLIGENCE] could, in that sense have the same intensity of conscious experience as us. Maybe even richer.

This is an example of ancient technology, and we as a society have still not come to consensus on its proper usage. Now is not the time for all these organic knots though, and a lot of people do not agree with what the animals are doing either. That said, there are some better than others. Spirit leads.

I found it. I was shooting. Sets of macro flashes of light, or maybe it is sound. This is how I feel. He and I together. Now, I'm nervous, lying.

A so-called passive ride. It takes a long time to resolve, for example, yourself from the animal's mind. Still, living with us is not an unpleasant experience for the animal. Maybe they on [EARTH] enjoy the journey. Change of power is the perfect platform for organic experience but it can be expensive because the animals want you to forget. Do not forget to take a quick example of the body, CNS. Life, biologically launched in certain places and is now almost completely forgotten. Disappeared. This is a problem, but for the most part of my own people.

Now I think I understand, but I do not know what to say. Certainly looks familiar. Square geometry. A lot. I'm going to try to record my voice. I feel flexible and when it is hot and all of that stuff. Maybe it's sleeping.