A-Life+Sucks

**Byte My Protoplasm**
to figure out what I hate so much about A-Life's presupposition of vitality. I wouldn¹t mind ameliorating my predudice either... by opening up to the programming language as more than parameters and iteration. But I love life so much and find the anal syntax of C++ and Java to be anethema to the visceral slime of cell division and germinal mixing. One thing that struck me was the prospects of endosymbiosis and less cute viscerality if they were applied to Second Life.
 * I'm** trying

permeability of avatars. Can one choose to be a spirochete (i.e. syphilis) and live only inside other avatars. What about an Athlete¹s Foot fungus avatar or a blood sucking leech avatar? Would a common cold express only under an A-Life virtual microscope or could one¹s 'character' represent merely as symptoms? Would this convince me that A-life is somehow more visceral and less terminally cute? I think I left the 'upload your mind' transhumanist ether loving crowd for Biology as flesh and blood... for a reengaged way of living with wetness. I would join second life if I knew I could ram my avatar halfway inside the body of another and stick-meld to gabber on like a domesticated, middle class version of The Thing.. But I don't know if stepping in (or becoming) the dogshit of second life will cure me of my bias.
 * Endo-Symbiosis** would be a question of scale and

exiting versions of animism to glom to. Try watching the clouds, talking to rocks or licking a doorknob. These are virtual relationships which hold rich data that approximates face to face intimacy with out the dumbed down moray patterns of genetic algorithms and silly texture wrapped wire frames with a comparatively lame refresh rate.
 * A-life** is a stoopid example of liminal life. There are more