Rudy Rucker

Rudolf von Bitter Rucker(born22 March1946) is an Americanmathematician,computer scientist, science fiction author, and philosopher, and is one of the founders of thecyberpunkliterary movement. The author of both fiction and non-fiction, he is most famous for the novels in theWare Tetralogy,the first two of which (SoftwareandWetware) both wonPhilip K. DickAwards. At present he edits the science fiction webzineFlurb.

My real speciality is themathematicalanalysis ofHilbertSpace operators.But this was notimeto come on like an ivory-toweridealist.

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Infinity and the Mind(1982)

Rucker, Rudy (2019).Infinity and the Mind.Princeton, New Jersey: Princeton University Press.ISBN 978-0-691-19138-6.(all page numbers are from the New Princeton Science Library edition published in 2019)

• I think of consciousness as a point, an "eye," that moves about in a sort of mental space. All thoughts are already there in this multi-dimensional space, which we might as well call the Mindscape. Our bodies move about in the physical space called the Universe; our consciousnesses move about in the mental space called the Mindscape.
  • Chapter 1, “Infinity” (p. 35-36)

• Just as we all share the same Universe, we all share the same Mindscape. For just as you can physically occupy the same position in the Universe that anyone else does, you can, in principle, mentally occupy the same state of mind or position in the Mindscape that anyone else does.
  • Chapter 1, “Infinity” (p. 36)

• Just as a rock is already in the Universe, whether or not someone is handling it, an idea is already in the Mindscape, whether or not someone is thinking it. A person who does mathematical research, writes stories, or meditates is an explorer of the Mindscape in much the same way that Armstrong, Livingstone, or Cousteau are explorers of the physical features of our Universe. The rocks on the Moon were there before the lunar module landed; and all the possible thoughts are already out there in the Mindscape.
  The mind of an individual would seem to be analogous to the room or to the neighborhood in which that person lives. One is never in touch with the whole Universe through one’s physical perceptions, and it is doubtful whether one’s mind is ever able to fill the entire Mindscape.
  • Chapter 1, “Infinity” (p. 36)

• In more familiar terms, it is not hard to prove that God is infinite... but what if you don’t believe that God exists? It may seem hard to doubt that the more impersonal Absolutes–such as “everything,” or the Mindscape–exist, but there are those who do doubt this. The issue under consideration is a version of the old philosophical problem of the One and the Many. What is being asked is whether the cosmos exists as an organic One, or merely as a Many with no essential coherence.
  It is certainly true that the Mindscape, for instance, does not exist as a single rational thought. For if the Mindscape is a One, then it is a member of itself, and thus can only be known through a flash of mystical vision. No rational thought is a member of itself, so no rational thought could tie the Mindscape into a One.
  • Chapter 1, “Infinity” (p. 48)

• In one of our conversations I pressed Gödel to explain what he meant by the “other relation to reality” by which he said one could directly see mathematical objects. He made the point that the same possibilities of thought are open to everyone, so that we can take the world of possible forms as objective and absolute. Possibility is observer-independent, and therefore real, because it is not subject to our will.
  • Chapter 4, “Robots and Souls” (p. 169)

• Gödelshared with Einstein a certain mystical turn of thought. The word “mystic” is almost pejorative these days. Butmysticismdoes not really have anything to do with incense or encounter groups or demoniac possession. There is a difference between mysticism and occultism.
  A pure strand of classical mysticism runs fromPlatotoPlotinusandEckhartto such great modern thinkers asAldous HuxleyandD. T. Suzuki.The central teaching of mysticism is this: Reality is One. The practice of mysticism consists in finding ways to experience this higher unity directly.
  The One has variously been called the Good, God, the Cosmos, the Mind, the Void, or (perhaps most neutrally) the Absolute. No door in the labyrinthine castle of science opens directly onto the Absolute. But if one understands the maze well enough, it is possible to jump out of the system and experience the Absolute for oneself.
  • Chapter 4, “Robots and Souls” (p. 170)

The Sex Sphere(1983)

AceISBN 0-441-75984-X

• I'm not abraveman. Myself-imageis of a very small and weak person. In point of fact, I'm almost six feet, and solidly built. But I was a late bloomer. I spent those formative early high-school years as a pudgy littlesciencewhimp. I'm still scared of big men with deep voices.
  • p. 13

• My real speciality is the mathematical analysis ofHilbertSpace operators.But this was notimeto come on like an ivory-toweridealist.
  • p. 18

• Not only am I scared of big, strongmen,I'm scared of mean littlewomen.It's just little skinny men and nice big women that I get along with.
  • p. 40

• I stared down at the object in my lap. A skin-colored sphere the size of a giant beach ball, with breasts on top and a mouth between the breasts. At the bottom were the generous buttocks, a crinkly anus and a vaginal passage containing my rapidly limpening penis. Was this safe?
  • p. 65

• It was funny. I knew I didn't want thebombto be a success. But yet I'd spent so many years working aroundphysicslabs that I couldn't stand not to do it right.
  • p. 68

• This brought back the sick, ashamed feeling I'd woken up with. I was no better than some geek with a foam-rubber woman's torso like they advertise inHustler.What a pathetic, twisted version of womanhood: all the "inessential" parts lopped off, nothing left behind but tits and ass and holes.Lifelike washable plastic skin. Greek and French features.But yet, in a way, wasn't the sex sphere always what I'd wanted in a woman? An ugly truth there. "Shut up and spread!" How many times had I told Sybil that, if not in so many words?
  • p. 69

• Amazing, therespectthat nuclear weapons bring.
  • p. 74

• I had formed a vague idea that the sex sphere was ahypersphereextending into the fourth dimension. Which meant that if the sphere's giant cunt swallowed me I could end up somewhere very... different.
  • p. 84

• Sybil had an unreal, larger-than-life feeling... as if she were a person in a book.
  • p. 103

• At first the tumbling had me totally disoriented. With each degree that I turned, the images around me would deform and change. Three given blobs might split or merge to two or five, while some other shape's angular facets would sprout interlocking crystals. It was a little like trying to make out a human body by watching a Carousel slideshow of three hundred sixty microtomed cross sections.
  • p. 106

• But after a while, some higher brain-center cut in, and I began being mentally able to fit the wildly changing scenery into a coherent four-dimensional whole. The process was really no more devious than the process by which one integrates the two hundred lines of aTVscreen into a single two-dimensional image... which in turn is interpreted as a three-dimensional scene. It's just a matter of processing information. Impossible?I saw.
  • p. 106

• The space of ouruniverseis the hypersurface of a vast expandinghypersphere.
  • p. 107

• A person's lifeworm is a tangle of atomic worldlines. A braid. The dotty little atoms trace out smooth lines in spacetime: you are the pattern that these lines make up. there is no one single atom that is exclusively yours. I breathe an atom out, you breathe it in. Your garbage helps my tomatoes grow. And so the little spacetime threads weave us all together. Thehuman raceis a single vast tapestry, linked by our sharedfoodandair.There are larger links as well: sperm,eggand umblilicus. Each family tree is an organic whole. Your spacetime body tapers back to the threads of mother's egg and father's sperm. Andchildren,if you have them, are forever rooted in your flesh.
  • p. 108

• This is just so typical of you, Alwin, to be in love with a giant ass.
  • p. 111

• The fifties were supposed to be a golden age when the pig had everything his way. That's what TV and the government wants us to believe: there was a time when no one made trouble. What aboutKerouac,you assholes? What about Neal?
  • p. 130

• Was I to be Earth's first casualty in the Attack of the Giant Ass From Hilbert Space?
  • p. 133

• At the most elemental level, reality evanesces into something calledSchröedinger's Wave Function:a mathematical abstraction which is best represented as a pattern in an infinite-dimensional space, Hilbert Space. Each point of the Hilbert Space represents a possible state of affairs. The wave function for some one physical or mental system takes the form of, let us say, acoloring inof Hilbert Space. The brightly colored parts represent likely states for the system, the dim parts represent less probable states of affairs.
  • p. 133-134

• The matter of color is more confusing. Not every property of a system can be stated as a definite spatio-temporal state of affairs. A system's tendency, for instance, to move from State A to State B, but not from State B to State A... a tendency like this is not any specific event which you can point to in space and time. These nonspecific properties correspond to overallgestaltsin the Hilbert Space coloring. Alternating bands of red and green light might, for example, represent a particle which is moving from left to right but which has no specific location. A good mood could be a golden haze not tied to any particular cause.
  • p. 134

• For whatever reason, we find it easier to "read" Hilbert Space patterns in terms of time. Yet the patterns exist outside of time. Thinking timelessly is not some unusual skill; when you remember last night's supper you sense a whole and not a chew-by-chew replay. To know a novel's action is to grasp the four-dimensional spacetime whole described.
  • p. 135

• Don't you thinkwomenwould like a man's head that always listens to them and agrees?
  • p. 153

• Women care about specifics, about details. Men care about generalities, about abstract principles.
  • p. 153-154

• There are many possible realities, infinitely many. Yet most of them are not... alive. Most of them are like books that no one ever actually wrote. A group-mind, like humanity's, lights up one given world. What makes this world different from some ghostly alternative universe is thatwe actually live here.
  • p. 171

Master of Space and Time(1984)

All page numbers from the trade paperback reprint edition published by Thunder’s Mouth PressISBN 1-56025-703-2in 2005

• I knew you’d say that. You’re so anal, Fletcher. Too much math.
  • Chapter 1, “This Is the Name of This Chapter” (p. 5)

• The government had recently repealed all speed limits in an attempt to boost oil consumption.
  • Chapter 4, “Stars ’n’ Bars” (p. 23)

• Oh, yeah, she told me about that. I think mysticism’s a bunch of crap. All religions are a bunch of crap.
  • Chapter 7, “100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000” (p. 44)

• I wished she would go away and let us destroy the universe in peace.
  • Chapter 8, “Magic Doors” (p. 51)

• This provender was at a double remove from reality; it was artificially made food that had been further treated in an attempt to make it healthy.
  • Chapter 9, “Looking-Glass World” (p. 63)

• I’ve never seen a religion that wasn’t basically evil.
  • Chapter 10, “God’s Laws” (p. 72)

• “Now that’s a fib, I know,” said the black woman. “Is you folks preachers?”
  • Chapter 14, “Wanted” (p. 110)

• It’s perfect, isn’t it? It just goes to show that everything I’ve ever said about religion is true. The sky’s the limit when it comes to religious stupidity. Here we have a race of alien invaders, and the evangelical true believers are flocking here to get taken over.
  • Chapter 16, “Blue Gluons” (p. 122)

• Anyone who’d volunteer for alien domination doesn’t really deserve to have his or her freedom.
  • Chapter 16, “Blue Gluons” (p. 126)

• “I’ll wish for ten million more bucks while I’m at it.”
  “And immortality?”
  “No, no. I don’t want to live forever. Death’s the only thing that keeps me going.”
  • Chapter 17, “Sit on My Butt” (p. 129)

• The surest way to be unhappy is try to be happy all the time.
  • Chapter 23, “The Way Uptown” (p. 180)

• “What’s superspace?” I felt around for my body and couldn’t find it.
  “Thoughtland, Fletch, the cosmos. Pure mentation. Abstract possibility. Infinite dimensions. The class of all sets. God’s mind. The pre-geometric substratum. Hilbert space. Penultimate reality. White...”
  “Cut the crap, Harry.”
  • Chapter 29, “Rudy Rucker Is Watching You” (p. 220)

Mathematicians in Love(2006)

All page numbers from the trade paperback reprint edition published by TorISBN 978-0-7653-2039-1in 2008

• My roommate says anyone who mails bombs to computer scientists can’t be all bad.
  • Chapter 1, “Bela, Paul, and Alma” (p. 21)

• Mother Nature doesn’t want power-tripping greedheads looking up her skirts.
  • Chapter 2, “Cone Shell Aliens” (p. 59)

• People always have bad news for you when they call you “sir.”
  • Chapter 3, “Rocking with Washer Drop” (p. 101)

• “Do you know computer science?”
  “I know it’s for lamers who can’t handle real math.”
  • Chapter 3, “Rocking with Washer Drop” (p. 137)

• Although my mood swings were the logical and deterministic results of my inputs, they were dismayingly hard for me to foresee, let alone control.
  • Chapter 4, “Hypertunnel at the Tang Fat Hotel” (p. 151)

• There’s only one way that people change the past, Bela. They stop thinking about it. They move on.
  • Chapter 4, “Hypertunnel at the Tang Fat Hotel” (p. 152)

• In a sense mathematics is quite objective: the same deductions can become known to everyone who starts with the same axioms and definitions; the same abstract forms can be universally perceived. So it’s perfectly possible to talk math with a cockroach from Galaxy Z.
  • Chapter 5, “Mathematicians from Galaxy Z” (p. 250)

• It was odd, odd, odd to see people die. The world rolled on the same as before, as heedlessly as if a person were an ant or a wildflower or a puff of wind. Nature kept on making more and more of everything, and never mind that birth is a death sentence. And now that I’d been to La Hampa, I knew that creation was even more prodigal than I’d ever imagined. There were worlds upon worlds filled with people struggling and swarming like fretful gnats, all of them doomed to vanish into dust while the cosmic dance spun on.
  • Chapter 6, “The Gobubbles” (p. 301; in the book, La Hampa is a parallel world)