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The last day of Tucson, are you ready for the end or no?
I’m guessin’ no, well I got one more psychedelic flow
Day five of a journey metaphysical and intellectual
Is gonna feel like five sequential LSD trips at a festival
Burning Man for the discerning clan on a quest to know
Answers to the questions most profound, from whence
Does the subjective grow? Day 5, the fifth episode
And we finally get into quantum, it was inevitable
But not computable, ask Roger Penrose
The Schrödinger equation is absurdly super-positional
And the multiverse is theoretically designed to unravel
We need something more parsimonious instead, like time travel
I know it sounds outrageous, and difficult to imagine
But the decoherence effect is really backwards retroactive
That’s why the collapse of the wave doesn’t produce any heat
So forget every theory that’s wrongly attributed to me!
Retroactive! I’m wicked fast with a table tennis ball
And plus my time travel theory is empirically testable
In a simple but ingenious way – I threw a party yesterday
That I announced today, and people actually came
Dang, that’s the gold standard, empirically and logically
Now even physics admits to bits of teleology
Even consciousness, just ask Hartmut Neven
Achieving atomic pleasure through quantum error-correction
I can relate, I’m vibing in high-dimensional Hilbert space
My rap flow is attracted to homeostatic states
A thousand qubit brain, rapidly switchin’ logic gates
In the certifiably random words that my mind generates
Homeostatic engine, release tension with the flyest raps
I’m like a self-driving car that’s terrified to crash
Just ask Peter Read, that’s the best type of whip to trust
He’s bush-whackin’ the Amazon, but his robots are not adventurous
They’re comfortable and risk-averse, I’m not joking
Peter’s qubits hide from Anirban’s eyes with quantum cloaking
Anirban Bandyopadhyay, now that’s a name for rhyming
It takes a 12 D Dodecahedron algebra to analyze it
So check the microtubulin version of rhyme-twisted time crystals
Once his first book comes out, he’ll get the other nine submitted
I read the first book, actually, I’ll admit it, I skimmed it
I read the coles notes in five minutes, and now I’m wit it
His artificial atom nanobrains are like Fox on Sox
Like Mr. Knox on box with chicken hawks and bricks and blocks
Anirban, did I get it wrong? You said it’s all ticks and tocks
At the subatomic level baby, clocks on clocks on clocks
On clocks on clocks, just like turtles all the way down
So let’s take it back up a level, to that microtubulin Tau
With pi, resonance rings up in that primordial chow
Stuart called it the BING, but I wanna call it the BLAOW!
Like BLOAW, we got that funding from Templeton now
And I bet you my whole career that super-position is gonna be found
Ten to the sixteen operations when taking tubulin into account
In every neuron, me and Rogen P ain’t messing around
When you smell that anesthetic waft, it’s the Hammeroff
Believing in IIT is like believing in Santa Claus
Evolution is pleasure-driven, don’t call me a Pangloss
Unfalsifiable plenary talks are getting hammered on
Like BLAOW, a microtubulin lattice made you
BLAOW, it’s the phosphorolated CAM K2
Resonating in the hexagonal benzine… BLAOW
That’s the what! … just don’t ask about the how
Maybe Horacio Cantiello has answers
In a cell’s cytoskeleton actin filament transistors
Cytoplasmic jello, Horacio Cantiello
Cilia, Flagella, and every filament organelle-o
With the microtubulin oscillation ratio
There’s more on heaven and earth than we’re made know
More than philosophy can teach us, ask Horatio
That’s why we need science, to butcher a Shakespeare quote
And away we go, moving up the Conjectured Multiscale
From quantum to proteins to the neurons with the longest tails
It’s all functional connectivity, from big to small units
Fractal patterns of Christmas lights, ask Paul Nunez
Covariance, Granger Causality, and Coherence as well
Each hemisphere is a topologically spherical shell
So if you’re looking for a “where” for the spirit to dwell
Don’t forget to check the level of whole cities as well
Functional connectivity, it sounds fantastic
Until you’re stuck in New York or Los Angeles bad traffic
Imagining nothing but tunnels, like Elon Musk
Instead of interconnected enlightenment, we got dust
Let’s move up from neuronal spiking with no supervisor
To whole slices of brain with Bruce McIver
Gamma oscillations in the GABA, it’s like reading sonnets
Hack that brain into sushi, Bruce, get medieval on it
It’s all because the signals in layer 2 and 3 exist
That we get to watch theta waves move through a petri dish
And watch the brain slice anesthetic suppression
Replicate the same effect that we get from its chemical message
That’s when EEG effects disappear
Bring them back and its an organoid, the synaptics cohere
Into an actual miniature brain that racks me with fear
When it’s hooked up to a robot spider like Black Mirror
What’s up Alysson Muotri, dawg, you’re wrecking my day
Am I relieved that it’s still on a three second delay?
And will your spiders with human brains wake up one day?
And when they try to take over, what are you gonna say?
Don’t worry about the cybernetic genius spiders
Me and my team are McGuyvers, we keep them in line with us
Yes, they’re conscious and smart and they’d like to kill us
But we give them a constant drip of strong psychedelics!
Have you seen a robotic spider on psilocybin?
The web it wove across the grand canyon is still unwinding
We’re trying to crack the hard problem here, and we are closer
Nobel Prize, here I come, shout out to Edvard Moser
With a rat brain hooked to electrodes, equipped with trackers
That unpack the mental map, up in its hippocampus
I’m just a rapper lookin’ to trigger my endorphins
By flippin’ grid cells in my medial entorhinal cortex
This rap is a box, and I’m freely just explorin’ it
The border cells are the beat, speed cells and I’m scorching
Inside object vector cells this microphone sets itself
And when I bop to it I’m firing my head direction cells
My mental map jet propels, building lyrical palaces
That Edvard tracks with principle component analysis
That’s how I rock a beat, spacially, and just get it bouncing
With local peaks encircled by inhibited surroundings
Tucson, every nights it’s got me beautifully enlightened
Me and the crowd are like neurons that are mutually excited
Wired together, fired together, tested in the mental
And then at the end of the conference, resting potential
The last day of Tucson, are you ready for the end or no?
I’m guessing no, well I got one more psychedelic flow
Day five of a journey metaphysical and intellectual
Is gonna feel like five sequential LSD trips at a festival
Burning Man for the discerning clan on a quest to know
Answers to the questions most profound, from whence
Does the subjective grow? Day 5, the fifth episode
And we finally get into quantum, it was inevitable