Like nearly everything J.J. Abrams touches, the TV series “Revolution” showed up on day one with a pair of water skis, a shark and a big dopey grin. When I watch it, I keep thinking things like “seriously? C’mon, that’s so dumb. This is probably the last episode of this show for me.” But I keep watching it.
Part of the reason is that I love the idea of God as an artificial intelligence manifest in a massively distributed nanotechnology. Of all the fun ways to explain the world’s religions, tiny machines acting directly on manner at a molecular level (including through direct cortical stimulation by the little buggers living in your cerebrospinal fluid) is a pretty cool one. I enjoy imagining this A.I., about 2,000 years ago (after millennia of disappointment with the apes it has tried to nurture into a higher life form), saying to itself:
“You know what, I’m just going to go talk to them. Not just to a few leaders, and not just through gentle nudges. I’m just going to manifest myself a body and go out there and just rap, you know? (Note to self: think up rad origin story.) Just talk and listen and… it’s all about respect, really. This is going to be good. I don’t know exactly how this is going to end, but what could go wrong?”
See? This also kind of explains why we haven’t heard much from nano-God lately.