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tetracube in flatland

xirdalium Posted on Friday, 30th June 2006 by zephyrin_xirdalFriday, 6th July 2012

Tetracube in Flatland
 

I call our world Flatland, not because we call it so, but to make its nature clearer to you, my happy readers, who are privileged to live in Space.
—↑Edwin A. Abbott (1884:Section 1.)

Victorian society seems to be a preferred metaphor and target for scientifically and technologically inclined writers who strive to express social and cultural critique. Meanwhile I have finished “The Diamond Age, or: The Young Lady’s Illustrated Primer” (↵Stephenson 1996 [1995])—that second generation cyberpunk-tale wherein the Neo-Victorians feature so prominently. Both emotionally and intellectually I really enjoyed following artifex John Percival Hackworth through the post-nation-state-collapse, retro-tribalized, nano-tech infected near-future universe created by Neal Stephenson. But now I again am in savant Edward “Leviathan” Mallory’s company, enjoying—and co-suffering—his adventurous path through a Victorian alternate reality dominated by what might have been the societal consequences of Charles Babbage’s difference engine. That means I resumed my reading of Gibson & Sterling’s collaborative steampunk-novel of the same name (↵Gibson & Sterling 1991). In the respective context of the two novels ‘savant’ denominates the highest order of scholars, ‘artifex’ the highest order of engineers. A person thus attributed is a member of the aristocracies of said noble arts & crafts. The individual going by the adequate pseudonym—I dare not say nickname’—↑Seifert Surface is both a savant and an artifex. A graduate student of three dimensional topology and geometry at Stanford who creates experiencable mathematical conundrums in the virtual world of Second Life. Inspired by ↑Robert A. Heinlein‘s short story ↑“And He Built a Crooked House” (Heinlein 1940) he has created a house being a tesseract, which can be visited, toured, and experienced by the players within Second Life. “What’s a tesseract?” “Didn’t you go to school? A tesseract is a hypercube, a square figure with four dimensions to it, like a cube has three, and a square has two. Here, I’ll show you.” (Heinlein 1940) No, I won’t show you—please see the Wikipedia-entry ↑Tesseract and/or the article ↑Dimensionality at the University of Winnipeg. Via the latter article I learned about ↑Edwin A. Abbott‘s (1838-1926) satirical novel ↑“Flatland: A romance of Many Dimensions” (Abbott 1884), another inspiration to cyberpunk writers, especially to ↑Rudy Rucker—by the way, in many of Rucker’s books hypercubes and all kinds of multi-dimensional space and structures star prominently … ↑tesseracts in art and literature. Anyway, Abbott’s novel can be seen as a classical example of mathematical fiction, the author trying to help us understand the idea of dimensions through the fictional example of visiting a world with only two spatial dimensions. But there is way more to it, as “Flatland” is a story that can be ↑interpreted in several ways:
 

(1) It is a satire on the staid and heartless Victorian society, a place filled with bigotry and suffocating prejudice. “Irregulars” (cripples) are put to death, women have no rights at all, and when the protagonist in the story Mr. A. Square tries to teach his fellows about the third dimension, he is imprisoned.
 

(2) It is a scientific work. By thinking about A. Square’s difficulties in understanding the third dimension, we become better able to deal with our own problems with the fourth
 

(3) At the deepest level, we can perhaps view Flatland as Abbott’s roundabout way to talk about some intense spiritual experiences.

See also ↑Thomas F. Banchoff‘s ↑From Flatland to Hypergraphics. And now for the feedback-twist: ↑Mr. Surface describes what was still to do once he had figured out how to build the tetracube-house within Second Life’s gamespace: “From there, it was mostly a matter of creating the human-sized version, building a 19th century era interior with textures and furniture […]“ [emphasis mine]
 

initially via entry at boingboing

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marenostrum

xirdalium Posted on Monday, 26th June 2006 by zephyrin_xirdalFriday, 6th July 2012

MareNostrum
 

In ↵her comment to my entry ↵cyberian churches,
↑orange asked, referring to the entry’s two pictures: “and what makes these “cyberpunk ambient”?” First of all, if a little introspection from my side is allowed, both pictures give me the cyberpunk creeps shivering up and down my spine. Those are my individual perceptions, now for the elaboration.

KerLeone’s picture shows a gothic cathedral, somewhere in Spain, where air ducts were brutally led through the arched windows into the interior. It’s ↵Gilliam’s cyberpunk-metaphor for technology running rampant come alive. Without any respect for the ancient architecture the substantial pipes have been driven through, adding to the otherwise decaying facade. The result is a composite picture—in fact more than a mere picture, it’s empirical reality, cyberpunked living—containing bequeathed art and æsthetics and purely functional lo-tech devices set in particular relation to each other. This setting is well suited to provoke some reflection about e.g. contemporary culture as manifested in urban contexts. Clearly an aspect cyberpunk is about.

The above picture shows ↑MareNostrum, a ↑Big Blue teraflop-machine, the core of the ↑Barcelona Supercomputing Center (BSC). The BSC was built into a chapel, and MareNostrum is inside the chapel, too [There’s a load of ↑pics at zdnet]. Maybe starting with Gerald M. Weinberg’s “The psychology of computer programming” (↵1998 [1971]) things, which at first glance appear to be deeply profane—calculating machines in the end—have been given the air of the sacred by the use of metaphors like ‘cathedral’ and ‘priests’. Converting a chapel into a supercomputing center, and prominently placing a mainframe like MareNostrum into its very heart, clearly means this metaphors to become physically and architecturally manifest. A computer living in the house of god—if that’s not cyberpunk, nicely represented by the contrast of hi-tech and ‘old’ architecture. And there’s more to it:
 

What if one of the world’s most powerful supercomputers—ranked among the top five in the prestigious TOP500—could be constructed from products available for sale to any business, within a relatively small footprint and on a tight schedule? Using blade servers, a Linux operating environment and other cost-efficient technologies to help unravel the most complex, compute-intensive problems, MareNostrum represents a new way of thinking about high performance computing.

It consists of parts bought off the peg and uses open-source software! Technology hitting the streets, ↵wargames reloaded.

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amphoræ

xirdalium Posted on Monday, 19th June 2006 by zephyrin_xirdalThursday, 4th October 2012

Amphorae
 

Just a little story on personal appropriation of mass-produced commodities. The stores around here carry a vast diversity of nearly identical products for everyday use in mass-consumption style, like e.g. shower gel and sun milk. Sometimes the contents are perfectly identical and only the containers, the inscriptions upon the containers, and the price-tags differ. And then there are identical containers used for a range of different products. In this case the text is not imprinted directly on the container, but on stickers. The design of the stickers usually annoy me. It’s only the high-class products which sometimes feature designs that comfort me. But in the case of the above mentioned commodities of daily use I am reluctant to go into the upper price-segement. The lower-price-item stickers are all the more annoying, because they especially have been designed to look cheap. Yesterday I discovered that if you remove the stickers, the plain containers can quite look like something, their shapes bearing a certain amount of æsthetic. So I removed all the stickers from my newly acquired products. Design by retrostripping. Of course now you have to remember the geometrical shapes, and if those are identical, the colour-code. From left to right: my new shower gel, sun milk, and after sun lotion.

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trademark drawbacks

xirdalium Posted on Saturday, 17th June 2006 by zephyrin_xirdalFriday, 6th July 2012

Associations
 

Today a friend of mine who is not so much into soccer, asked me why the commentators on television are always talking about the “FIFA WM 2006”, and went on asking, if there was another soccer world cup besides the FIFA one. My friend drew parallels to heavyweight boxing, the other sports monster spectacular, where there are different more or less global associations, each claiming to organize the world championships. WBC, WBA, IBF, WBO plus another dozen or so, among which only the WBU has some significance in the UK. The result of this rivalries is that there are several world champions at a given time, or, seen the other way round, none. Now, there is only one soccer world cup, but I guess it is impossible to register ‘soccer world cup’ as a trademark, because it is deemed to be common speech. So the FIFA registered ‘FIFA WM 2006’—no fault until here. The fault lies in my opinion in the pressure the FIFA exerts upon the media to say and write ‘FIFA WM 2006’ whenever they want to talk about the soccer world cup. For my friend the soccer world cup lost some of its uniqueness that way.

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same, same

xirdalium Posted on Friday, 16th June 2006 by zephyrin_xirdalThursday, 12th July 2012

It’s always the same. Or, “same, same”, as people belonging to certain Asian families of languages use to say. Once in the Transhimalayas we had a caravan’s man taking care of the horses, a fine guy indeed, but, no matter what exactly you said to him, he always answered: “Right, Sir! You are right, Sir! No problem, Sir!” Until, meanwhile being several weeks deep inside where we shouldn’t be, nerves blank, a close friend of mine threatened him with a severe beating if he wouldn’t stop the right-Sir thing. To our every relieve he stopped it. Don’t be upset about my frankness, this is a blog in the strict sense of the term, as you plainly can read near the top of the righthand sidebar. For those who get the allusion. Today I even revisited ↵the river’s bed of gravel to the north, but it didn’t help this time. My problem is that I again do not really know how to organize my material. Installing a tag cloud in here is possible, helluva hassle, but possible. But what to do with printed or printed-out matter? Several systems at hand, some self-deviced … All that was a subterfuge. My real problem is that I do not know what exactly this blog is for. How far can I go in what I am writing here, how visible has the ethnographer to be online. Is it lege artis to use this blog for jotting down my inner states in a cyphered way, indirectly relaying information? Subterfuge again. Same, same, right Sir? Or, as the dead immortal Elvis Presley said: “We’re caught in a trap.”

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blog novel?

xirdalium Posted on Friday, 16th June 2006 by zephyrin_xirdalThursday, 12th July 2012

William Gibson
 

I’m not sure what the man’s up to. We know that quite some time ago he had quit blogging because for him it didn’t go together well with writing a novel. When The Guardian‘s ↑Hamish Mackintosh asked him in 2003 if there was an art to blogging, he answered: “I think there is and I don’t think I’ve necessarily mastered it yet! I have got that feeling of when you’re working in a new form and you start to feel the edges of it and it’s really intuitive. However, if I’m ever going to write another book, I’m going to have to quit doing my blog as I have a hunch it interferes with the ecology of being a novelist.” Either blogging or writing a novel—he chose the latter. Then he came back to his blog and stated there now and again that he indeed was writing a new novel. Recently it caught my eye that some of his blog entries have changed to novelette style, see ↑this month’s entries. Has he fused blog and novel, and are we reading snippets from his upcoming novel straight out of the workshop?
 

photography by Karen Moskowitz

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antikythera mechanism

xirdalium Posted on Wednesday, 14th June 2006 by zephyrin_xirdalWednesday, 10th October 2012

sponges, gears, and characters
An artistical 3D-computergraphics rendition of the Antikythera mechanism by Rens Heeren from Vancouver, Canada, which was finished in early June 2005.
sponges

“I have an idea,” Poseidonios thought on the Greek island of Rhodes, simultaneously having in mind the idea he referred to, and the meta-idea of having that very idea. “I have an idea,” Charles Babbage thought a mere twothousand years later in Victorian London, simultaneously having in mind the idea he referred to, and the meta-idea of having that very idea. Both savants thought of the mechanical computer.

The 22 oarsmen’s strained muscles are driving the two vessels eastward. Both caiques are laden with sponges, brought to the surface by a party of six divers at their usual fishing grounds, the Tunesian waters. Captain Demetrios El. Kondos, a former masterdiver himself, securely navigates his pair of ships through the Mediterranean, back to the island of Syme near Rhodes, back home. While passing the channel between the islands of Kythera and Crete they get caught in gales and squalls and are driven off course. On the one hand the channel is one of the most frequented shipping routes between the eastern and the western Mediterranean, on the other hand it is a place consisting of sandbars, shoals, and sudden currents, which already made it a famous shipyard for both ancient and modern vessels. Perfectly aware of all that the experienced Captain decides to seek shelter near Port Potamo at the northern end of the almost uninhabitated, rocky and barren islet of Antikythera, where they drop anchor. At 35°52’30”N, 23°18’35”E, to be precise, close to midway between Crete and the Peloponnesus. Once at the very site, right above the submarine shelf locally known as Pinakakia, not to be found on any official chart, they decide to explore the beneaths, because maybe there are sponges.
    Elias Stadiatis, one of the divers, vanishes into the depths first, whilst the burning sun lends the Aegaeian its unique flavour. The year is 1900, the 20th century has arrived, this year’s Easter not quite yet. Victoria (1819-1901), Queen of the United Kingdom, of Great Britain and Ireland, and Empress of India is still alive, the Victorian era in full sway, the Empire expanding—making the UK into a superpower—the industrial revolution at its height. Truly a period of significant social, economic, and technological change. Speaking of technology, in contrast to Queen Victoria proto-computer-scientist Charles Babbage (1791-1871) already is dead in 1900. In 1822 Babbage had for the first time discussed the principles of a mechanical calculating engine. He got funds and started to construct the first difference engine: 25,000 parts, 15 tons, eight feet high, never completed. In consequence Gibson & Sterling’s steam-punk alternate reality of “The Difference Engine” (↵1991) fame never comes into being. But in the years 1989-1991, by use of Babbage’s original construction drawings, his second design, the “Difference Engine No. 2”, was built to 19th century tolerances and found to work with astounding accuracy, spilling out results of up to 32 digits length.
 
"The sponge fishers in their caique at the discovery site off Antikythera."—Fig. 4 from Price 1974: 8. Price in turn took it from Svoronos 1903.

“The sponge fishers in their caique at the discovery site off Antikythera.”—Fig. 4 from ↵Price 1974:8. Price in turn took it from ↵Svoronos 1903.

All this does not bother Stadiatis, immersed into the sea, heading down for its bed. And there it is, a compact shadow of some 50 meters in length. The wreck of an ancient Roman commercial cargo ship, lying 42m beneath the surface, just about 30m off shore. Amphorae, marble and bronze statues litter the seabed around the wreck, the rest of its cargo consisted of luxury goods as well: jewellery, pottery, and fine furniture, not to forget the wine once within the amphorae—merchandise, booty, or both. Two millenia have passed since the original addressees have waited for their goods. Hidden in between these treasures there is an artefact yet to be discovered, which will shake our understanding of the classical period. Stadiatis resurfaces, tells his tale and authenticates it by an artefact he has brought up—a larger-than-life sized right arm made of bronze. The Captain himself immediately submerges and makes rough measurements and bearings to be able to again find the treasure ship later on. Then they return home. On 06 November 1900 in Athens they meet Spyridon Staïs, minister of education and a prominent archaeologist. Agreements are made and on 24 November 1900 the divers return to the Roman ship where they immediately start to bring up the artefacts. They work until 30 September 1901. The ship’s contents trigger great excitement among archaeologists, but the bringing-up of the artefacts is stopped then, as the problems of fulfilling the task without heavy equipment are immense. Meanwhile one of the divers has been killed, and another one permanently disabled. Among the brought-up items there are some calcified lumps of corroded bronze—possibly pieces of broken statuary, which are laid aside.
 
Antikythera mechanism fragment
Antikythera mechanism fragment
Antikythera mechanism fragment

Details from the Antikythera mechanism’s three main fragments. Taken from a ↑phantastical series of photographies by Rien van de Weygaert, Sept. 2002, National Archaeological Museum, Athens.

gears

Nothing like this instrument is preserved elsewhere. Nothing comparable to it is known from any ancient scientific text or literary allusion. On the contrary, from all that we know of science and technology in the Hellenistic Age we should have felt that such a device could not exist.
—Derek John de Solla Price (↵1959:60)

On Saturday, 17 May 1902, more or less by accident, Spyridon Staïs scrutinizes the corroded lumps. To his astonishment he not only clearly discovers inscriptions, but cogwheels, their teeth being equilateral triangles—the lumps are fragments of a clocklike mechanism. A suspenseful history of research on the mechanism unfolds, involving a whole cluster of different scholars. The main arguments revolve aorund wether the artefact was an astrolabe or something more complex (see ↵Price 1974:10-12). In summer 1951 British physicist and historian of science ↑Derek John de Solla Price (1922-1983) can lay hands on the device in Athens. Eight years later he publishes a front-page article in Scientific American, which he christened “An ancient Greek computer” (↵Price 1959). Price argues that the Antikythera mechanism is a device for calculating the motions of stars and planets. That means it is the first known analog computer. The article spurs a lot of attention, some react in favor of Price’s theory, others deny the genuineness of the artefact, especially its age. That’s understandable, as the device forcefully demands a complete revision of our perspective on Hellenistic technology. “I feel rather that the whole story of Greek science makes a great deal more sense if we assume that the old view of their rising no higher than the simple Heronic devices was a drastic underestimation that can now be corrected.” (↵Price 1974:12) In 1961 Price returns to Athens with funds and immense equipment. He x-rays the fragments, which enables him to understand and reconstruct the device. It indeed is a computer consisting of 32 gears, including a differential—the latter until now thought to be invented in the 16th century. All this is explained in his “Gears from the Greeks” (↵Price 1974). “The Antikythera mechanism was an arrangement of calibrated differential gears inscribed and configured to produce solar and lunar positions in synchronization with the calendar year. By rotating a shaft protruding from its now-disintegrated wooden case, its owner could read on its front and back dials the progressions of the lunar and synodic months over four-year cycles. He could predict the movement of heavenly bodies regardless of his local government’s erratic calendar.” (↵Rice 1995)
 

characters

With the evidence before our faces, do we continue to believe that Rhodes declined, the ancients were technologically inept, and that our sources can be easily discarded? Or do we accept the existence of ancient advanced technology, study its implications, and look for deeper meaning in what we have difficulty understanding?
—Rob S. Rice (↵1995)

In 1993 Rob S. Rice remarks, that the “Antikythera mechanism dropped and sank—twice. The first time was around 76 B.C., when the intricate astronomical computer was lost with the rest of a treasure-ship’s cargo. The second time came after Derek De Solla Price analyzed and published its construction and nature decades after its recovery. Since [then] little attention has been paid to our most exciting relic of advanced ancient technology” (↵Rice 1993). It seems that our standard narrative on science, technology, and cosmology of ancient Greece is a fictitious alternate reality, never been in existance. Seen with cold blood the Antikythera mechanism forces us to reconsider e.g. the paramountness of a geocentric cosmology in those times. But standard narratives, once written, are cherished items, hard to overcome. There were some more attempts of reconstruction, by Allan George Bromley, Frank Percival, and Bernard Gardner in the 1990s, and by Michael Wright in the 2000s. Now finally a massive joint program, the ↑Antikythera Mechanism Research Project has taken over, generating fabulous results. In October 2005 it was announced, that more fragments of the Antikythera mechanism have been found, now making a total of about 70 pieces. Sometimes everything seems to conspire in order to let the world remain in style. Re-enter the monstruousness of high-tech devices of Babbage’s times. The Antikythera mechanism’s uniqueness forbids its being removed from its home, the National Archaeological Museum, Athens. So the project hauled in a state-of-the-art 3D-tomography prototype by X-Tek systems, weighing eight tons—quite matching to the overall story’s ambience of steam-, cyberpunk and alternate realities, this device bears the name “Bladerunner”. On 06 June 2006 ↑the project announced first results the imaging system has generated. Until then the known characters inscribed on the mechanism amounted to about 1000, now there are about 2000. 95% of the complete text have been translated until today, but not yet published. Things to come.
 
Antikythera Mechanism

The picture at the entry’s very top shows an artistical ↑3D-computergraphics rendition of the Antikythera mechanism by Rens Heeren from Vancouver, Canada, which was finished in early June 2005. Just to proof that cg-geeks not solely dwell within the realms of pixels and shaders, see the discussion ↑FOR REAL: Ancient Greek Computer Reconstructed.
    The yellowish picture at the end of the entry is a screencap from a clip showing a 3D-reconstruction of the mechanism’s main fragment, gained from data generated by Bladerunner’s x-ray scrutinization of the fragments. You can clearly see the cogwheels’ teeth.
    Initially I was hinted to the Antikythera mechanism via an ↑entry at ↑William Gibson‘s blog. Gibson indeed sems to be fascinated by mechanical computers—there is the already mentioned Babbageian difference engine (↵Gibson & Sterling 1991) and then the ↑Curta calculator so prominently featured in “Pattern Recognition” (↵Gibson 2003). I wonder who will make the race and in whose next novel the Antikythera mechanism surfaces first—in a novel by Gibson or by Stephenson …

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cyberian churches

xirdalium Posted on Tuesday, 13th June 2006 by zephyrin_xirdalThursday, 12th July 2012

Cyberchurches
 

More cyberpunk ambiente: Nooped has hinted me to ↑mare nostrum [at the left], and KerLeone to another ↑church in Spain [at the right, scroll down a bit for this one]—thanks to both.

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m’unique

xirdalium Posted on Monday, 12th June 2006 by zephyrin_xirdalThursday, 4th October 2012

Fire
 

Munich offers some striking features. I don’t mean those ones experienced by the flocks of tourists streaming into the city ’cause of the soccer world cup these days, but quieter ones, mediating unique experiences. If you journey by bicycle along the river—no matter if to the north or to the south—for no more than about 20 minutes, you’ll be fully encircled by trees and scrub, nothing more of the city to be heard or seen. The river’s bed of gravel is perfect for picknicking and reading, and even for spending the night, a full moon guarding your sleep. Sun’s first rays awake you in the morning. You’ll be a li’l broken on the wheel, but reborn.

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dojo

xirdalium Posted on Sunday, 11th June 2006 by zephyrin_xirdalFriday, 6th July 2012

Yoda
 

Excerpt from Neal Stephenson’s “Diamond Age” (1995), Dinosaur’s tale:
 

Next I found myself in the care of the mammals, who were almost all shrews. They led me up into the foothills, to the mouth of a great cave. “Your job,” said the King of the Shrews, “is to wait here for Dojo and then defeat him in single combat.” Then all the shrews went away and left me there alone.
  I waited in front of that cave for three days and three nights, which gave me plenty of time to scope the place out. At first I was rather cocky about this challenge, for it seemed the easiest of the three; while I had no idea who or what Dojo was, I knew that in all the world I had never met my equal when it came to single combat. But on the first day, sitting there on my tail waiting for Dojo, I noticed a sprinkling of small glittering objects on the ground, and examining them carefully I realized that they were, in fact, scales. To be precise, they were dinosaur scales, which I recognized as belonging to Pteranodon, Ankylosaurus, and Utahraptor, and they appeared to have been jarred loose from their bodies by powerful impacts.
  On the second day I prowled around the vicinity and found tremendous gashes in tree trunks, which had undoubtedly been made by Utahraptor as he slashed wildly at Dojo; other trees that had been snapped off entirely by the club at the end of the tail of Ankylosaurus; and long scratches in the earth made by the talons of Pteranodon as she dove again and again at some elusive opponent. At this point, I became concerned. It was clear that all three of my opponents had fought Dojo and lost, so if I lost also (which was inconceivable), I would be even with the others; but the rules of the contest stated that in the event of a tie, all four dinosaurs would be eaten, and the Kingdom of Reptiles would be no more. I spent the night fretting about who or what the terrible Dojo was.
  On the third day nothing happened, and I began wondering whether I should go into the cave and look for Dojo. So far the only living thing I had seen around here was a black mouse that occasionally darted out from the rocks at the cave’s entrance, foraging for a bit of food. The next time I saw that mouse, I said (speaking softly so as not to scare it),
  “Say, mouse! Is there anything back inside that cave?”
  The black mouse sat up on its haunches, holding a huckleberry between its little hands and nibbling on it.
  “Nothing special,” he said, “just my little dwelling. A fireplace, some tiny pots and pans, a few dried berries, and the rest is full of skeletons.”
  “Skeletons?” I said. “Of other mice?”
  “There are a few mouse skeletons, but mostly they are dinosaurs of one kind or another, primarily meat-eaters.”
  “Who have become extinct because of the comet,” I suggested.
  “Oh, pardon me, sir, but I must respectfully inform you that the deaths of these dinosaurs are unrelated to the comet.”
  “How did they die, then?” I asked.
  “I regret to say that I killed them all in self-defense.”
  “Ah,” I said, not quite believing it, “then you must be …
  “Dojo the Mouse,” he said, “at your service.”
  “I am terribly sorry to have bothered you, sir,” I said, using my best manners, for I could see that this Dojo was an unusually polite sort, “but your fame as a warrior has spread far and wide, and I have come here humbly to seek your advice on how I may become a better warrior myself; for it has not escaped my notice that in the postcomet environment, teeth like carving knives and six tons of muscle may be in some sense outmoded.”
  What follows is a rather long story, for Dojo had much to teach me and he taught it slowly. Sometime, Nell, I will teach you everything I learned from Dojo; all you need do is ask.
  But on the third day of my apprenticeship, when I still had not learned anythingexcept humility, good manners, and how to sweep out the cave, I asked Dojo if he would be interested in playing a game of tic-tac-toe. This was a common sport among dinosaurs. We would scratch it out in the mud. (Many paleontologists have been baffled to find tic-tac-toe games littering prehistoric excavations and have chalked it up to the local workers they hire to do their digging and hauling.)
  In any case, I explained the rules of the game to Dojo, and he agreed to give it a try. We went down to the nearest mud flat, and there, in plain view of many shrews, I played a game of tic-tac-toe with Dojo and vanquished him, although I will confess it was touch-and-go for a while. It was done; I had defeated Dojo in single combat.
  The next morning I excused myself from Dojo’s cave and went back down to the beach, where the other three dinosaurs had already gathered, looking much the worse for wear as you can imagine. The King of the Shrews, the King of the Birds, and the Queen of the Ants converged on us with all their armies and crowned me King of the Reptiles, or Tyrannosaurus Rex as we used to say. Then they ate the other three dinosaurs as agreed. Besides me, the only reptiles left were a few snakes, lizards, and turtles, who continue to be my obedient subjects.
  I could have lived a luxurious life as King, but by now, Dojo had taught me humility, and so I went back to his cave immediately and spent the next few million years studying his ways. All you need do is ask, Nell, and I will pass his knowledge on to you.

Excerpt from the final transcript of “The Empire strikes back” (1980):
 

The mist has dispersed a bit, but it is still a very gloomy-looking swamp.
  LUKE (sighs): Now all I have to do is find this Yoda … if he even exists.
  Nervously, he looks around at the foreboding jungle.
  LUKE: Still … there’s something familiar about this place. I feel like… I don’t know…
  STRANGE VOICE: Feel like what?
  Luke jumps out of his skin. […] The young warrior grabs for his lightsaber as he spins around, looking for the speaker. Mysteriously standing right in front of Luke is a strange, bluish creature, not more than two feet tall. The wizened little thing is dressed in rags. It motions toward Luke’s sword.
  LUKE (looking at the creature): Like we’re being watched!
  CREATURE: Away with your weapon! I mean you no harm.
  After some hesitation, Luke puts away his weapon, although he really doesn’t understand why. […]
  CREATURE: I am wondering, why are you here?
  LUKE: I’m looking for someone.
  CREATURE: Looking? Found someone, you have, I would say, hmmm?
  The little creature laughs.
  LUKE (Trying to keep from smiling): Right.
  CREATURE: Help you I can. Yes, mmmm.
  LUKE: I don’t think so. I’m looking for a great warrior.
  CREATURE: Ahhh! A great warrior. (laughs and shakes his head) Wars not make one great. […]
  LUKE (fed up): Now will you move along, little fella? We’re got a lot of work to do.
  CREATURE: No! No, no! Stay and help you, I will. (laughs) Find your friend, hmm?
  LUKE: I’m not looking for a friend. I’m looking for a Jedi Master.
  CREATURE: Oohhh. Jedi Master. Yoda. You seek Yoda.
  LUKE: You know him?
  CREATURE: Mmm. Take you to him, I will. (laughs) Yes, yes. But now, we must eat. Come. Good food. Come.
  With that, the creature scurries out of the clearing, laughing merrily. Luke stares after him. All he sees is the faint light from the small power lamp moving through the fog. Luke makes his decision and starts after the creature.
  CREATURE (in the distance): Come, come. […]
  LUKE: […] I just don’t understand why we can’t see Yoda now.
  CREATURE: Patience! For the Jedi it is time to eat as well. […]
  LUKE: How far away is Yoda? Will it take us long to get there?
  CREATURE: Not far. Yoda not far. Patience. Soon you will be with him. […] Why you wish become Jedi? Hmm?
  LUKE: Mostly because of my father, I guess.
  CREATURE: Ah, your father. Powerful Jedi was he, powerful Jedi, mmm.
  LUKE (a little angry): Oh, come on. How could you know my father? You don’t even know who I am. (fed up) Oh, I don’t know what I’m doing here. We’re wasting our time.
  The creature turns away from Luke and speaks to a third party.
  CREATURE (irritated): I cannot teach him. The boy has no patience.
  Luke’s head spins in the direction the creature faces. But there is no one there. The boy is bewildered, but it gradually dawns on him that the little creature is Yoda, the Jedi Master, and that he is speaking with Ben. […]
  LUKE: I won’t fail you—I’m not afraid.
  YODA (turns slowly toward him): Oh, you will be. You will be.

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