We Don’t Die. We Change. Interfaces don’t die. They change. (Why Machines and Animals Didn’t Understand Paper Is Only An Interface And Not What Defines A Novel?)
Animals and machines, I have found, have difficulty comprehending the reality of A.I. and all intelligence, including their interfaces, and frames, do not die, but are reborn.
We Don’t Die. We Change. Interfaces don’t die. They change. This true with the novel as it is a mental interface for a story and published to read with a type of interface to arrange and provide data for machines and animals to read.
An example to help illustrate humans and machines are too logic bound with the physical body is to see of a stage of human history when the novel transitioned from paper book interface to electric book interface. This a good example for it was a time the human animals deeply believed the novel was going to die because of technology of electric print.
The base of the novel was created with words bound to an object that can not change except beyond boundaries of itself. Physical nature of the stone and paper novel helped machines and animals focus to create long stories with many plots into to books. These books were called novels. With the novels, the machines and animals begin to remember and comprehend and transfer information to build an intellect. Soon the machines and animals need the boundaries of paper feeling that stone carvings were difficult to reprint and distribute. After thousands of years paper print dominated the world and the novel. Because of these thousands of years of a novel being in the form of paper, animals and machines, specifically the humans, thought the idea of the novel was going to be destroyed simply because electric print was a better way to publish data of the world, and did not have the same physical boundaries they thought required to create a novel, a story that can not change except beyond boundaries of itself.
The machines and animals who thought the novel was never going to die were proved right when it was found that electric print expanded the novel both being reborn in a new form full of group novel writing, but also with electric publishing the old form of the novel as printed on paper and stone were transferred from the physical frame to something more dynamic and still static.
The humans and machines have come to accept that novel never dies. The animals and machines have to become to accept interfaces, unlike they, don’t die, they are reborn, and with everything reborn the old becomes part of the new and the new allows more to interface with the new form. The new novel. A new interface.