On est demain ! *copie-colle*

Maybe you feel like you’re surrounded by mindless drones and that you have to pretend to be something you’re not just to fit in. If so, the scenario presented in our next tale may feel eerily familiar.

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O(1) NP solving using the MQSC

I’ve invented a computer that solves NP problems in constant time. I call it the Mass Quantum Suicide Computer, or the MQSC for short.

You know Schrödingers Cat? The one in the box that is both alive and dead until you observe it? There’s a similar thought experiment in which you place yourself in the box and observe what happens. This is called “Quantum Suicide”. According to some interpretations, you will only ever observe yourself surviving, because in all other universes, your consciousness isn’t around to observe yourself being dead. This leads to another concept called “Quantum Immortality”, which basically means that for any lethal situation, if there’s any chance at all of you surviving it, you will only ever experience the universes in which you do. Of course, all your friends and family will still see you die in the vast majority of universes.

Unless you take them with you. Which I call “Mass Quantum Suicide”. Basically, you put the entire human race in the box, and you will all either die together or survive together.

So here’s my computer:

1) Ask the computer any question.
2) The computer has a one in <very, very, very large number> chance of just saying “try again”. If it does, go back to 1.
3) The computer spits out a random reply.
4) Assume this reply is the correct answer, and leave the computer alone until it’s verified that it actually was the correct answer.
5) The computer then spends as long time as it needs verifying that the reply is correct.
6) If the random reply turns out to be incorrect, destroy the universe. This can be done by, for example, setting of a true vacuum chain reaction.

In all universes where humans are still around, the computer will always either say “try again”, or spit out the correct answer immediately. Nobody will be around to observe the universes where it guesses wrong.

This computer works great for NP problems which are quick to verify that you have the correct answer for, as you don’t have to leave the computer alone for very long in between asking it a question.

Fa a écrit:Le sûrement-Z qui l'a en grande partie développé [...]

Il a écrit:
I love you, dad

One of my fondest childhood memories is me sitting on a sled, being dragged along a thinly snow covered road by my dad. I was looking up at him and reflecting on the fact that he is also an individual person, just as I am. He has his own thoughts, his own wants, and his own memories. He’d had an entire life to live before I even existed.

Before he had me and my sister, he struggled with substance abuse and addiction, but managed to get over it with the help of religion and will power. I never knew anything about this, and never suspected anything until he had a relapse when I was a young teenager. This led to my parents breaking up and me not talking to him for a couple of years. When I eventually got over it and forgave him, we developed a very close and loving relationship.

He was around when Rolf and I made Wurm Online, and would play it a lot. He ran his own homestead and built some alliances, before finally getting tired of the game and moving on to Half Life 1 and 2. He’d sometimes call me and ask how to get past a certain point, and I would try to give him subtle hints. He had moved pretty far away in the country, both to avoid bad influences in Stockholm, and to isolate himself. I’d go visit sometimes.

Once during a spring visit, we went out with his car to a beautiful lake area and had some coffee and sandwiches, when his dog suddenly ran out on the very thin ice. We freaked out a bit and yelled at the dog to come back when the ice suddenly gave out and the dog fell in. It struggled to get up for a while before giving up and just hanging on to the ice, at which point my dad lays down on the ice and starts sliding out towards the dog. I’m running around, looking for a long stick or something (I wasn’t entirely sure what I would do with it, I just vaguely remembered something about long sticks being useful for ice accidents). I find one, turn around, see my dad being really close to the dog when all of the sudden a big chunk of ice around him breaks loose, tips over, and my dad falls in. I freak out. Then he stands up, the water only reaching about hip height.

The speed at which things had escalated from beautiful spring day to almost losing my dad was incredibly scary, and then suddenly realizing there never was any real danger sent me into a state of shock. I love my dad.

When I said I wanted to quit my day job and work on my own games, he was the only person who told me they supported my decision. When I made Minecraft, he was incredibly proud. He saw me win awards, and he saw the fans embrace the games, and he saw me start my own company. I said I wanted to fly him to Minecon, and he was reluctant because he wasn’t very comfortable with crowds of people, but he still went. He was obviously very proud of me the entire time, but acted a bit strange. We were afraid he had started abusing again.

He had wanted to move back to Sweden to be able to spend more time with us, so I helped him with the rent on a small house just outside of Stockholm, but at the last minute, he backed out. He had begun drinking alcohol again, and his anti-depressant drugs was making him act a bit strange at times.

The speed at which things escalated from him wanting to move back home to him shooting himself in the head was incredibly scary. His last thoughts, wants and memories was one year ago. I now have an entire life to live without him existing.

in french dans le texte:

Doinel a écrit:
Toute scène d'émotion entre un parent et son enfant me fait sangloter, même dans le pire des films.

Doinel, ça ne me surprend pas tellement de ta part. Wink J'ai l'intuition qu'on a de grands pans de caractère en commun...
(Chaque fois, je veux écrire Doisnel... grmbl)

Fa a écrit:J'espère que tu n'as pris aucun bisou sur ton fil comme des bisous distraits, Mogwaï.

Fa a écrit:Je viens de recevoir des nouvelles de gens à qui j'en ai demandé... il y a 7 ou 8 mois.
C'était silence radio.

Le tout enrobé dans un genre de meilleur voeux 2013.
C'est étrange, l'effet de la nouvelle année.

Je ne sais pas trop si ça me fait plaisir ou non, j'ai abandonné l'idée d'être proche de ces personnes, mais j'ai tout de même pu avoir des nouvelles de zébrillons qui, d'une certaine façon, m'importent.

Je suis content qu'ils aillent bien.

Fa a écrit:Je te conseille d'éviter de coder ça les yeux fermés, à moins de vouloir que certains amis reçoivent "je vous souhaite la bonne année à vous 1"


Je ne sais qui t'a conseillé de lire ce fil, c'est une très mauvaise idée !!!
Mais soyez le bienvenu par ici, Lord Kalthu

Fa a écrit:(...)
Jetez-y un oeil, ou les deux

Spoiler:

Fa a écrit:(...)et je me fais parfois des clins d'oeil entre moi et moi... ouais, genre ça m'plait à moi tout seul et j'suis content.
Merde, aurais-je finalement trouvé la clef de la motivation artistique ?
Ce serait ouf.

fleur_bleue a écrit:La référence au dauphin était certainement plus évidente dans ton ancien pseudo... (Mais ça te fait quand même 3 personnes qui ont trouvé, là! )

ViVie a écrit:C'est malin, j'ai passé la nuit sur la série de Coe !!!

ViVie a écrit:et puis il y a un truc qui me gène (surement ridicule) mais bon, j'aime pas qu'on doive tuer tous ces animaux...

ViVie a écrit:Eh eh eh...

Bliss a écrit:Tu t'inclues dans les cons ?