May 16 HG Sends Book To Cobra

The book is called –

The Conscious Mind
by David Chalmers

Any ideas anyone, im hearing others have received books also

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also one to nevadander


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Interesting ideas about dualism from the book / author that could be linked to the ARG https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mind–body_dualism

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Mind–body dualism, or mind–body duality, is a view in the philosophy of mind that mental phenomena are, in some respects, non-physical,[1] or that the mind and body are distinct and separable.[2] Thus, it encompasses a set of views about the relationship between mind and matter, and between subject and object, and is contrasted with other positions, such as physicalism and enactivism, in the mind–body problem.[1][2]
Aristotle shared Plato’s view of multiple souls and further elaborated a hierarchical arrangement, corresponding to the distinctive functions of plants, animals, and people: a nutritive soul of growth and metabolism that all three share; a perceptive soul of pain, pleasure, and desire that only people and other animals share; and the faculty of reason that is unique to people only. In this view, a soul is the hylomorphic form of a viable organism, wherein each level of the hierarchy formally supervenes upon the substance of the preceding level. Thus, for Aristotle, all three souls perish when the living organism dies.[3][4] For Plato however, the soul was not dependent on the physical body; he believed in metempsychosis, the migration of the soul to a new physical body
The Conscious Mind.: Description from Wikipedia

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Cobra peeps are talking about this in light of the update but, I think this has to do with the ARG. The letter from Arnaud’s family and the doctor stated his mind was very active but his body was unresponsive. This fits with the Conscious Mind book. The Yan book talks about people being awoken from the dreaming indifference.

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May 16 HG sends a book to Cobra!!! That can’t be a coincidence …

All the Atlas Passes that Cobra received are all HG-16… Same as my pass…

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I’d be inclined to think that these books are relevant to both NMS and the circumstances surrounding Arnaud’s coma like dream state. I’m also wondering about the artwork: could it imply something to do with large structures we haven’t seen. We rarely get something that isn’t interrelated across multiple parts of WT & NMS.

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Didn’t both of these guys also receive the cassettes that started the whole ARG? Weren’t there 16 of them…but wasn’t one of them a mystery or something…refresh memory time.
We are also getting very close to 1 year since this ARG began!

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The book written by David Chalmers deals with human consciousness that might eventually be implemented in machines as well. This has already happened in NMS i.e. the Atlas, Emily and the Artemis story.
The other book could tell the prequel to this, where humans have reached a certain consciousness that can create a peaceful and flourishing planet.

But the artificial intelligence becomes too aware and creates a vicious cycle in which humans are trapped and now have lost the way to free themselves from it…

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Maybe the books are dev kits.
Book on the left is called The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul, a 1988 humorous fantasy detective novel by Douglas Adams. Hmmmmm

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I would like to remind everyone that HG sent Cobra and others small pet food right before the 72 hour livestream with Mr. Noodles the hamster. That and the fact that Sopie Dubois mentioned a “stream” in the recent PDF file makes it highly likely that we will be getting another ARG livestream soon.

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And after the livestream, waking titan season 2 will most likely be over.
That’s how it ended last time.

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Great because last time the stream was the best part of the arg.

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Maybe that is what is happening May 18-19.
Here is another book. Tony_Towers received this one and so far it has been the same ppl who received cassettes at the start of the ARG

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Like we’ve got Gravity all figured out… :stuck_out_tongue:
They should have sent a copy of GEB by Hofstadler…

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Now that is a --rabbit-- erm… worm-hole of information! And I just dove right in!

If I don’t show up for dinner, please send a search party! :grinning:

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One of my old favorites! Main character’s name is Dirk Gently. :slight_smile:

I believe the series (with no proof) to be inspired by another of my favorites, “The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock” (long), by T S Elliot:

``Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats 5
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question…. 10
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . . . . .

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . . . . .

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.”

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
. . . . . . . .

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

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There’s also a box of Privateer 2: The Darkening, an open-world space game that was somewhat overhyped and left people disapointed on release :stuck_out_tongue_winking_eye:

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This sounds familiar. Could it be linked to the ARG? What with China’s apparent messing with scanning the “emotions” of it’s employees…

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