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“You know how dreams work, right? Our brains are full of static; neurons just fire off at random sometimes, not thoughts or anything, just—background noise. The visual cortex gets its share, but normally you don’t notice ’cause the signals coming in over your optic nerves are so much stronger, they just swamp everything else. When you’re asleep, though, there’s nothing coming in through the main cables. Nothing to drown out the static. And the brain—notices. It’s got these pattern-matching circuits and when static’s all they’ve got to work with, they’ll find signal in that noise even if there isn’t any signal to find. They try and shoehorn these random flickers into the experiential database. Same reason we see faces in clouds.”

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Crysis: Legion

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Peter Watts
Peter Watts

Peter Watts, born on January 25, 1958, is a renowned science fiction author known for his profound philosophical insights and unique science fiction settings. His works cover a range of themes including artificial intelligence, ecological disasters, and the future of humanity. more

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