Recollections

That is in my recollections.

In youth we may have an absolutely new experience, subjective or objective, every hour of the day. Apprehension is vivid, retentiveness strong, and our recollections of that time, like those in a time spent in rapid and interesting travel, are of something intricate, multitudinous, and long-drawn-out. But as each passing year converts some of this experience into automatic routine which we hardly note at all, the days and the weeks smooth themselves out in recollection to a contentless unit, and the years grow hollow and collapse.

The effect, which the various recollections connected with a scene so terrific made upon a mind which was susceptible in an extreme degree, was more permanent than the injury which her nerves had sustained.

As soon as she put her hand to her neck, as if to search for the fatal blue ribbon, a tide of recollections seemed to rush upon her, which her mind and body were alike incapable of bearing.

I vaguely remember that in my high school days, I read a scifi book in the setting of the region and waters of Baja California in the future. I have recollections of other scifi that I can't trace today. Maybe, these books haven't yet been digitized...

There are some things about which I am pondering: Is the potential threat of Artificial Intelligence to humanity just "geek anxiety" or is it real? Is chat with AI like an oracle with psychic influence? There is some "dice-rolling" in the way the AI makes sentences in whatever language. Will AGI or Artificial General Intelligence have psychic attributes, as do some humans? Will a "soul" exist in intelligent machines? I have recollections as a boy: I stirred powdered chocolate in a cup, and the moving powder on the water I imagined to be plate tectonics. I swooped my hand or paper plane in a lush tropical garden and over misty horizontal freezers, as I imagined my hand or paper plane to be a flitting spaceship over an alien planet.