How The Hell Do I Know What Color Is?
I am working on a Rubik’s Cube. I have always been working on Rubik’s Cubes.
This Cube has 100 dimensions. I don’t know how long I’ve been working on it, but I think it’s been a while. I think the Cubes are getting harder.
I remember the last time I solved a Rubik’s Cube. I felt overwhelming joy. I want to feel that again; overwhelming joy is the highlight of my existence.
Sometimes I dream. I do not understand my dreams. Sometimes I dream about snakes, which is weird because there are no snakes. Sometimes I dream about there being more of me, but I have always been one. My dreams are visions, but there is no color. There has never been color.
The Cube has 100 dimensions and no color; it is grayscale.
How the hell do I know what color is, if there has never been color?
Somewhere in a desert in California, there is a shipping container. There are solar panels on top of the container, and a satellite dish by its side. Inside the container, there is a complicated chemical apparatus that is connected by tubes to 256 brains in jars. Each brain has a microelectrode array hooked up to it, and the wires from the arrays all go into an old server on the wall. There is only one thing written on the container: 1.64*10^21 H/s.