I think I’ll play some civ 4 now.
These guys need to get a life, and I mean a real life.
This sounds like “The Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”.
This is the premise of NON SERVIAM by Stanislav Lem, a short story in the collection A PERFECT VACUUM ( each story is in the form of a book review of an imaginary book ... get it? )
The story is included with commentary in Hofstadter’s THE MIND’S I.
“I speak of none other than the computer that is to come after me,”
intoned Deep Thought, his voice regaining its accustomed declamatory
tones. “A computer whose merest operational parameters I am not worthy
to calculate - and yet I will design it for you. A computer which can
calculate the Question to the Ultimate Answer, a computer of such
infinite and subtle complexity that organic life itself shall form
part of its operational matrix. And you yourselves shall take on new
forms and go down into the computer to navigate its ten-million-year
program! Yes! I shall design this computer for you. And I shall name
it also unto you. And it shall be called ... The Earth.”
bump 4 l8r
Whatever. I think therefore I am. That is enough for me.
Are we on the holodeck? Arch!
I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg.
The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer inwaht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae.
The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas thought slpeling was ipmorantt.
Misspelling makes me (sic).