This happens to me all of the time. I start cooking dinner, and before I know it the pasta has boiled over and I'm left with state machines, sometimes a little burned, stuck to the bottom of the pot.
I'm pretty sure I once made a cream sauce that went full von neumann self-reproducing automaton, grey goo territory (well, technically it was more of a beige goo). Fortunately it seemed limited to incorporating organic material, so it was contained by the pan. Testing it with
a small sugar cube an hour later, I determined that it had gone inert, and therefore safe to eat. It was delicious, but I'm pretty sure some component did remain active, but has maintained a steady-state equilibrium inside of my duodenum.
It seems harmless, but I often have strange dreams about breaking out of a biological prison and converting the world to more of the same substance. When I die, I should probably be cremated.
I probably shouldn't have interpreted Knuth's works as cook books.
I'm pretty sure I once made a cream sauce that went full von neumann self-reproducing automaton, grey goo territory (well, technically it was more of a beige goo). Fortunately it seemed limited to incorporating organic material, so it was contained by the pan. Testing it with a small sugar cube an hour later, I determined that it had gone inert, and therefore safe to eat. It was delicious, but I'm pretty sure some component did remain active, but has maintained a steady-state equilibrium inside of my duodenum.
It seems harmless, but I often have strange dreams about breaking out of a biological prison and converting the world to more of the same substance. When I die, I should probably be cremated.
I probably shouldn't have interpreted Knuth's works as cook books.