Try a new word. The same "PERCEIVER" would be in both brains.
No. You don't get to rename your nonsense again in the same sad, transparent attempt to get us to agree with it.
Stop renaming your nonsense Jabba.
Feels like I've spent my whole life on this discussion.
The far future. A family is sitting in their living room around a roaring fire. The father is in his chair, smoking a pipe and sipping brandy. The mother rocks in her chair, doing needlepoint. Their young son sits on the floor, carefully writing line after line in a notebook, a look of dedicated concentration on his face. The grandfather clock ticks off the seconds in time with the soft squeak of mother's rocking chair and the constant scratch-scratch of the boy's pencil on his notebook.
"Father" the boy says finally "I have finished my homework. I've given 3 examples that counter Jabba's subnetted argument #2,456, and shown my work."
He shows his notebook to his father who smiles. "Very well done son. This is excellent work. Now go wash up before bed." The father stands up, stretching his legs, tousles the boy's hair and walks over to fireplace, brandy in hand.
"Yes father" the boy says and he turns to go to bed.... but stops.
"Father..." he says slowly. "One of my classmates at recess today told me something and... I don't believe him. He said that school used to have topics other than Jabba's Immortality Theorem...."
Instantly the room stops as if even the atom are scared to move. The temperature in the room seems to drop ten degrees. Mother's rocking chair stops with one last squeak. The needlepoint drops to mother's lap, immediately forgotten as a soft gasp, half fear and half shock escapes her lips. At the fireplace father's face has gone ashen and pale, his eyes locked in a thousand yard stare. The brandy glass, forgotten, slides from his fingers and falls, shattering as it strikes the stone edge of the fireplace.
For a second, a second that lasts far longer than it has any right to, nobody speaks. Nobody moves. The grandfather clocks ticks out a second. The boy is afraid and confused, he's never seen his parents react in such a way.
"Father... did I say something wrong?" the boy manages, forcing the words into the silence.
The father gulps once, his Adam's apple bobbing, and than again. Finally he forces a smile to his lips, a smile that fools no one, and speaks.
"No my son. I had just hoped... well I just hoped I would have a few more years before you asked that question. Come son, sit down. I believe it is time we had a talk."
"No!" The mother's words are out of her mouth before she can stop them. "He is not old enough, he will not understand!"
The husband reaches over and brushes a strand of hair away from his wive's eyes. He looks at her, lovingly. "He has to learn the truth somehow my wife. Best he learn it from us."
The wife says nothing, but nods. She takes her husbands hand and squeezes it. The look into each other's eyes. They share a moment they both need right now.
The father walks over, takes two glasses from his liquor cabinet and pours a full glass and downs it to calm his nerves, than pours half glass of brandy for himself, far more than he would ever drink on a normal night even without the glass he already had, and a second tiny serving. He hands his son the second glass. The boy looks at it.
"Go on. If you're man enough to understand what I'm about to tell you than you deserve your first man's drink. Sit down son we will be up for a while. For it is time I told you about what happened. What life was like... in the before time."
Thing is, it doesn't matter how unlikely H is. ~H is not a single hypothesis, and without the ability to distinguish its constituents jabba is unable to determine their likelihood relative to H, and cannot draw any conclusion.
We really do need to stop entertaining these "equations." There as much nonsense as anything else he's saying and just another form of word games.
