The Cook Book

Recipe for the week of February 13 - 19
A Way-Cool CyberFlake
- CA enthusiasts have been growing virtual snowflakes for many years.
N. Packard was an early pioneer; more recently such patterns have been
featured in a series of articles in Nature by Nowak and May. On
the mathematical side growth models have played a key role in the
development of spatial complex systems theory, dating back to seminal
contributions of Hammersley in the 50's, Eden in the 60's, and Richardson
in the '70's. An extensive collection of rigorous results, for both
random and deterministic dynamics, has been developed over the past
twenty years. The theory of nucleation, aggregation, shape, interfaces,
and droplet interaction for basic growth models sheds new light on many
areas of applied science.
- This week's soup depicts the elaborate evolution of a very simple CA
growth model that we learned from Janko Gravner. An empty cell becomes
occupied if there are exactly 3 occupied cells in its Moore (range
1 Box) neighborhood, and once a cell is occupied it remains so forever.
Thus this rule is Conway's Game of Life without death. Of course one
expects the occupied region to grow over time, but how does it evolve
from simple initial seeds? Our graphic shows the configuration after 1200
updates when one starts from a lattice disc of radius 50 (the yellow orb
in the middle). Note the central vertical and horizontal 'ladders' that
evolve by a kind of weaving pattern that seems to outrun the more complex
growth elsewhere, and therefore should be expected to continue
indefinitely. We have no idea, though, whether the crystal as a whole
continues to grow forever, or whether it grinds to a halt except for
these spokes.
- The actual image for our soup is 1024 by 768 pixels, but has been
reduced to the standard format for our Kitchen. Those fortunate enough to
have large desktops should check out the original
bigflake.gif. That graphic captures the beautifully intricate swirls
within the main body of the cyberflake. They are quite reminiscent of the
ice formations on my bedroom window, here in the dead of a Wisconsin
winter.

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