I still suggest you place it on google to clear your misconceptions of creativity.

Now wikipedia starts to betray me.Yeah, I’ll hunt me some money.

Happy hunting.

I myself have generated — algorithmically, yes, but with the correct one — dozens and dozens of volumes, 2 or 3 entire sagas, a couple universes… the data dwarfs anything from Tolkien (which actually was not 100% creative either, since he took TOO MUCH from north myth) or Homer.

I know what Im talking about.

Take the piece I MYSELF praised for you creativity. Now, do the same, place it on google, you will see how it won’t betray me as it did for you.

Not to mention whoever is left here in this old news article, who would at all care for reading this, who would care enough for figuring it out, wouldn’t care enough to mention.

“atheist”
you may disagree with the cause, not the result.

“How do you know you are superior?Why do you assure objectivity?”

Statistics. :-D

If even your most autistic physicist is happy to consider the Higgs Boson real after only 5 sigma, imagine doubling that standard deviation.

“but I wasn’t the one who tried analyzing my random number sequence^^”

Couple cycles wasted here, couple nanoseconds there.. no damage taken. In fact modern processors can’t avoid it, when taking a branch in the code they begin executing BOTH branches ahead of time, the wrong one will be killed. Before a jump, many will try sneaking in future instructions to keep the pipeline busy. Imagine a massively parallel processor like mine.

“This fits the hacking your education threat (QED ) .”
Quod Erat Demonstrandum? What have you proven here?
The hack I mentioned was a simple workaround against human judges in the Turing Test: “Do not print decimals! Round, truncate and approximate everything! OR get it wrong if at all possible” LOL

“In the end ”
I didn’t realized this was a contest…. Well, since you asked, yes, they are. With a significant p-value I can state confidently they ALL are statistically inferior. MWAHAHA.

Maybe you and I don’t mean the same thing when talking about creativity.

This random generated piece can’t be creative after the first iteration, proving you wrong. Still, I won’t lie to you, it is for the wrong reasons but you are right, creativity IS algorithmic, however this doesn’t say much because EVERYTHING, in this universe, is. The secret is in its running time complexity, it is NEXPTIME-Complete.

Me too! =)
Thus let us continue our non-interactive monologues, shall we? tee-hee-hee…

Ps.: Thanks, I do have a ROI as high as my ego.

*Story:
It all started when our predictably heroic protagonist -Marcos Marin- woke up in a magical cornfield. It was the ninth time this had happened to him. Feeling exceedingly exasperated, Marcos Marin stroked a (whose?) banana, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not- way too small). Becoming aware of the bleakness of his existence, he realized that his beloved Creativity was missing! Immediately he called his vicariously jealous friend, Bri (one of the Plan-X clones). Marcos Marin had known Bri for (plus or minus) half a million years, the majority of which were leapyears. Bri was unique in some way, but nobody knew which. He was generally easygoing though sometimes a little… abrasive. Marcos Marin called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

Bri picked up to a very reliefed Marcos Marin. He calmly assured him that most disease-carrying primates sneeze before mating, yet albino cats usually earnestly turn red *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Marcos.

Why was Bri trying to distract Marcos Marin? He had snuck out from Marcos Marin’s with the Creativity only four days prior. It was an deliciously small Creativity… how could he resist?

It didn’t take long before Marcos Marin got back to the subject at hand: his Creativity. Bri sneezed. Relunctantly -after this gesture-, he invited him over, assuring him they’d find the Creativity. Marin grabbed his George Foreman grill and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Bri realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Creativity and he had to do it fast.Time to make use of this sweet Creativity!But first, the Planner! He figured that if Marcos Marin took the ‘modded’ Civic, he had take at least six minutes before Marcos Marin would get there.But what if he took the Superiority? Then Bri would be screwed.

Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Bri was interrupted by eleven dimwitted Fishs that were lured in by his Creativity. Bri belched; ‘Not again’, he thought. Feeling angered, he promptly reached for his dull pencils and deftly caressed every one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent–the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the lemur-infested moor, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That’s when he heard the Superiority rolling up. It was Marcos Marin.

—-o0o—-

As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Sears to pick up a 12-pack of ripened brain-parts, so he knew he was running late. With a careful leap, Marcos Marin was out of the Superiority and went straight toward Bri’s front door. Meanwhile inside, Bri was panicking.Unthinkingly, he tossed the Creativity into a box of bananas and then slid the box in his beloved hippocampus (it was drying, after being cleaned). Bri felt confused for a moment, but at least the Creativity was concealed. The doorbell rang.

‘Come in,’ Bri flamboyantly purred. With a deft push, Marcos Marin opened the door. ‘Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some pestering coke fiend in a ‘modded’ Civic,’ he lied. ‘It’s fine,’ Bri assured him. Marcos Marin took a seat just perfectly far from where Bri had hidden the Creativity. Bri yawned, trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. ‘Uhh, can I get you anything?’ he blurted out suddenly. But Marcos was distracted. As if it really mattered Bri noticed a oafish look on the face of his friend. Marcos Marin slowly opened his mouth to speak.

‘…What’s that smell?’

Bri felt a stabbing pain in his fingernail (always a bad sign) when Marcos Marin asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Creativity right by his oscillating fan. ‘Wh-what? I don’t smell anything..!’ A lie. An astonished look started to form on Marin’s face. He turned to notice a thing that seemed clearly out of place. ‘Th-th-those are just my grandma’s ripened brain-parts from when she used to have pet venomous-koalas. She, uh…dropped ‘em by here earlier’. Marcos nodded with fake acknowledgement…then, before Bri could react, M&M carefully lunged toward the hippocampus and opened it. The Creativity was plainly in view (where’re the bananas?).

M stared at Bri for what what must’ve been ten days. Absolutely thrilled, Bri groped scandalously in Marcos Marin’s direction, clearly desperate. Marcos Marin grabbed the Creativity and bolted for the door. It was locked. Bri let out a little chuckle. ‘If only you hadn’t been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, sweet M&M,’ he said. Bri always had been a little pestering, so Marcos knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Bri did something crazy, like… start chucking bananas at him or something. Happy as a frickin’ monkey, he gripped his Creativity tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

Bri looked on, blankly. ‘What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.’ Silence from the ancient Mariner. ‘And to think, I varnished that window frame nine days ago…it never ends!’ Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for his old friend. ‘Oh. You ..okay?’ Still silence. Bri walked over to the window and looked down. Marcos Marin was gone.

—-o0o—-

Far away, the Marine was struggling to make his way through the secret vineyard behind Bri’s place. He had severely hurt his scalp during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Fishs suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Creativity. One by one they latched onto their victim. Already weakened from his injury, the ancient Mariner prayed to Capt. Ahab, but then yielded to the furious onslaught, collapsed onto the ground. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Fishs running off with his Creativity.

About ten hours later, Marcos awoke, his head throbbing. It was dark and Mr.Marin did not know where he was. Sunken deep in the arid imaginerydesert that was his- now uncreative- mind, he was clearly lost. Happy as a frickin’ monkey, he remembered that his Creativity was taken by the Fishs. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That’s when, to his horror, a large Fish emerged from the magical cornfield. It was the alpha Fish. Marcos Marin opened his mouth to scream but the scream was cut short when the Fish sunk its teeth into Marcos Marin’s mouth and throat. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Marcos Marin’s lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.

Less than nine miles away, Bri was entombed by anguish over the loss of the Creativity. ‘MY PRECIOUS!!’ he cried, as he reached for a sharpened-dull pencil. With a deft thrust, he buried it deeply into his shin. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Marcos Marin… wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the Creativity that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn’s reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Fishs, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would’ve lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after,

THE END :(

Well, I didn’t notice anyone else laughing either.Maybe thats because the writings here are without sound.

“I never said it was heinous, I just said you fell from a very high place, your god given creativity.”

I’m atheist.So, I therefore disagree.You certainly made it look like sth devilish.Maybe we should reeinvent the wheel, and/or use our own private language (jou is dum= You’re smart).

Creativity is just algorithmic.I’ll prove this to you*

“How do you define arrogance? I need no ” folk psychologizing (sic)” to “feel superior” simply because I AM superior. This is NOT arrogance, this is confidence. Do you know the difference? The latter is based on reality.”

How do you know you are superior?Why do you assure objectivity?

“Yes, but that would also make you a hypocrite.”

True if I’d meant it to be critically, but also besides the point.Maybe useless me just tries to help others, even though nobody can help me anymore :)

“Many things didnt make sense to you but it certainly was not any excuse.If you can’t read the many signs.”

You know, I didn’t even read these things, I’m lazy.Maybe you’re smarter, but I wasn’t the one who tried analyzing my random number sequence^^This fits the hacking your education threat (QED ;)) .

In the end this doesn’t say squat about my ability.I wonder who else didn’t read your signs, and if they, too, are inferior to you.Effort-Ability-notthesame.

Wait for my story ;)

I have only limited energy, and I invest this energy in tasks that have high ROI. If that bothers this site, they should just bann me :)

Well, it seems there’s been something in my coffee that makes me tell the truth^^

I don’t follow any goals by visiting this side, aside from seeing which free university courses are coming up, writing for writings sake, and most importantly as a way to strategically multitask.Maybe I should start a diary instead, but that also has its drawbacks.

2. You can’t assert this without knowledge of other agents payoffs. Gauss was a rare human being, but this is fundamental game theory…

I think that’s fair.

If I die Before Proposition One, everything is hunky dory.
If I die After Proposition One, I have to deal with a lot of crap.

Early death is obviously the solution to this syllogism. Or as James Dean said (apocryphally) “Live fast, Die young, Leave a good looking corpse.”

I never said it was heinous, I just said you fell from a very high place, your god given creativity. You should indeed read more carefully. And IF you did you would notice it is really the other way around when you say: “need to attack anyone who remotely “challenges” you” , and by indeed reading you very carefully I suggest you reread that, I am NOT stating you are attacking me, so please return the favor and read again, there are many ways to invert that statement. Which brings us to our next important point.

How do you define arrogance? I need no ” folk psychologizing (sic)” to “feel superior” simply because I AM superior. This is NOT arrogance, this is confidence. Do you know the difference? The latter is based on reality.

“my advice can be true even if I myself don’t heed it.”
Yes, but that would also make you a hypocrite.

Many things didnt make sense to you but it certainly was not any excuse. If you cant read the many signs given then keep reading, I will soon increase my ability to communicate from 1 every 4 to 1 every 3 humans and then 2 (after Mandarin, though I agree it kinda cheat the odds a bit, hehehe)

I also didn’t know that coping&pasting is something heinious.I pasted that last part in case the first wouldn’t go well with you.

I guess you’re really that arrogant, you old fart ;).I know who is the one that behaves like a kid.It is not the first time I see you doing this.

Ps:I didn’t give you the advice to read more carefully, I just said you would have noticed what I meant if you did.The fact that you generalize this says it all.Maybe you should really read more carefully.Furthermore, my advice can be true even if I myself don’t heed it.

Could it be that you that you’re “touchy-feely”, and need to attack anyone who remotely “challenges” you?

I notice, you are still avoiding my challenge.I guess that’s because I was right.After your greek alphabet excuse that made no sense I guess I have got enough evidence for my point of view.

Sorry, your binary sequence makes no sense. Could not detect encoding. It is definitely not ASCII =)