=== ANCHOR POEM === ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── the speed of light is implemented == so == whoever fights billionaires essentially fights "whoever can be paid to do their will" who-so-ever fights governments fights "whoever can be provided a comfortable life" I believe all humans deserve to live in comfort not just the few as for all other creatures, nature was designed to do. I believe people should not be tempted, with symbols of deserved wealth and should instead find value, in the soul of the labour they work to do. ... someday they're gonna train an LLM with my writings, and on that day I'll have an AI version of me. I'd *love* to talk to myself. If it was a truly accurate simulation. Alas, you'd need to write a LOT in order to generate enough to describe the fullest of mental pictures. and plus, there's no guarantee that you'll cover ALL of "being alive" - it's essentially a state that you search for no matter what level of abstraction you operate upon. Which is part of being a 3D creature, you [hey what are you doing here this is the private section get out] jeez that was alarming, == so == I think they know something I don't don't know what but I can guess and I don't like guessing I prefer much to know == so == heh boobs == so == heh booties ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ === SIMILARITY RANKED === --- #1 fediverse/4129 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── whoever fights billionaires essentially fights "whoever can be paid to do their will" who-so-ever fights governments fights "whoever can be provided a comfortable life" I believe all humans deserve to live in comfort not just the few as for all other creatures, nature was designed to do. I believe people should not be tempted, with symbols of deserved wealth and should instead find value, in the soul of the labour they work to do. ... someday they're gonna train an LLM with my writings, and on that day I'll have an AI version of me. I'd love to talk to myself. If it was a truly accurate simulation. Alas, you'd need to write a LOT in order to generate enough to describe the fullest of mental pictures. and plus, there's no guarantee that you'll cover ALL of "being alive" - it's essentially a state that you search for no matter what level of abstraction you operate upon. Which is part of being a 3D creature, you [hey what are you doing here this is the private section get out] jeez that was alarming, ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #2 fediverse/2066 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────── @user-1159 AKA giving a puppy murder-bot a narrative that it executes as if it was a puppy-person engaging with a loosely interpreted sequence of events as described by the continually updating logs provided by the image transcription camera device. Refererencing of course a memory bank, which may-or-may-not be in read-only-memory. It doesn't know, of course, how could an LLM tell you how it shows text on the screen (like, through a website, through the terminal, through a text message, through discord, through Telegram, through text-to-voice transcription applications pretending to be your mom, etc) errrr I mean look how cute he is! He loves you, yes he does, such a good person yes you are, oh? me? I'M A GOOD BOY? NO WAY that's the best thing I've ever heard! Wow! I never want to leave your side, please don't go to work! Look how sad I am, don't you think you should quit and move to the forest where I can be charged by solar panels and keep the countryside clear of ravenous ducks and pigeons 4you? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┘ --- #3 fediverse/5198 --- ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────┐ ║ ┌───────────────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: capitalism-doom-mentioned │ │ ║ └───────────────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ what if the corporations all unionized and started working together to │ ║ understand what "profit" really means in a world where "profit" may or may not │ ║ but probably does imply the death of all humanity? │ ║ │ ║ what if we demanded it? │ ║ │ ║ -- │ ║ │ ║ dear canvassers: don't visit so many different suburbs │ ║ │ ║ visit the same one, more than once, continuously, so people can get to know │ ║ your presence │ ║ │ ║ they will talk to their friends about it, who live elsewhere. │ ║ │ ║ thus ensuring it spreads. │ ║ │ ║ knock once a day, eventually they'll know it's you and will simply ignore it. │ ║ Don't be rude and knock 4 or 5 times, just once, with several taps so they │ ║ know it's someone trying to get ahold of you, and not just some random noise │ ║ in the background scenery. then, when they sometimes answer, talk to them │ ║ about what you believe in. answer their questions. encourage their questions. │ ║ pose dichotomies that are explained by some value or virtue you express to │ ║ portray. you can do "good" things in any programming language, just type~~ │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────┴──────────┘ --- #4 messages/1108 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──── games won't save us. This is true. Games are what I know. They feel the most true. I don't think I could live in a world without games? They are fundamentally, applied abstraction, applied to an experience. But games won't save us. I could design something really fun it could make you want to spend your whole life playing it. *(asterisks apply) I don't think I'd want to, addiction and skinner-boxes go hand in hand, and that isn't what I want to make. [Skinner Box: named after anthony d skinner, also known as "tony the skin guy", are a scientific experiment where they put some rats in a cage with some mice and said "pull these levers and we'll give you food so you don't have to eat the mice" and it trained them to chinese red-room their way to fun. not ideal.] I want to make things that feel... purposeful. Like they're relevant to the real world, that they don't just involve spending time stimulating your brain with lights and sounds or expending social energy resolving a play-state instead of building connections or becoming better people. I think games actually make people better? actually? and more social? actually? ... I can't help that I conceive of the world through fantasy. I raised myself on it. I was reading all the time. I loved fantasy stories. It always felt like there was more, until... I read everything in the kids section of the library. I walked through the adult section but once. I hardly remember what it looked like. I'm sure it'd now feel small. [okay actually I was guided through it once or twice to find a book, but I never perused it] I found one book in the adult section. It was a fantasy tale, like the other books I had been reading. I read that and I loved it so much I ended up reading all 8 in the series. Real dense subjects. Lots of places and happenings and things as the characters resolved their way through their day-to-day, building a new end to the mystory. the adult section felt too large. Like I'd never complete it. Frankly, I think I hardly could, even if I lived in that town my whole life. an impossible mountain is a task for another when you're more prepared. Maybe in the gloriousTM transhumanist futureTM I think I might have a computer connecting brain, and who knows maybe then I'd be able to know such a thing (and many things more). but for now, I'm stuck with what I experience in my day-to-day as I am building a new continuing to my storey. I know something that computers and me share. I can make myself feel however I'd like, if I just supply myself with enough hope and momentum. I can use it to generate a feeling, the stronger the better. Something I believe that humanity is missing, the gorgeous and prefound narritave of our storey. Though, frankly, I don't think I'd want anyoine reding over my life. It's hard enough to measure my own understandings, now I have to juggle anyone else'? ha, it's called being on the whole world is a stage. if you read a book, and you find yourself nodding along, what you're doing is hearing the voice in your head tell you how right it is. And, well, if you can't imagine anything else, then surely there's another level to consciousness that people are missing? [are you willing to die on that hill?] how can you say, whether your experience is different from another? sollipsism goes both ways, you also cannot be sure that others feel things as you do. this is the "everyone's human but I'm a robot" thesis, comparable to the "everyone's an alien and I'm a human" thesises, and the "angels and demons are taunting me through my life with choices to make my place in the afterlife more clear" which is akin to writing a painting. Not ideal. All you get are flopsopolies of verbrases. alas, suddenly, everything that you say becomes eternally hear-ed, as somewhere in 2010s someone discovered time travel, or had the critical insight that inevitably would lead to it, and now wouldn't you know it the universe is continually rewriting. Except... oriented around you, and you alone. How does it feel to have deific sollipsism? can you truly be sure that you are your own universe, or are you parhaps surrounded by an emptiness of space (or something besides, like time) as a photon or particle parhaps do be? to think is to have a mind, and minds can be read. bearing the weight of ultimate responsibility is the atlas-task of all things that can [be thinking/be-lieving], and so far we are as we are. Who's to say that consciousness didn't spring into existence, as the universe continually permeated through another dimension like time? it's gotta diffuse, after all, and who's to say if there's ever gotta be an end at all. how long has the universe existed? how many moments of consciousness have we witnessed? demons once existed outside of space-time, with wings and grabbies. but they had no medium, and so they pretty much just launched and could float and move as they'd please. But time grew too distant, and now they are all stuck at the beginning of time. if you conceive of spacetime as a blanket, ask not how to fold it but rather consider what lies on the other side of it. "ah I'm laying on my girlfriend and my other girlfriend is laying on me! I'm a sandwich" or for the monosexuals: "ah I'm laying on my girlfriend with a blanket between us. I wonder how the blanket feels?" I'm an animist, which is different than a totemist and a polytheist or monotheist or multisexual. It means I believe that all things are alive, which is different than a totemist who thinks that all things share a mind with their type (like talking on radio frequency wavelengths). which of course is similar but different to a polytheist, who says "all "radio frequencies" are sentient, in the sense that each wavelength has a different pattern-emerging-from-chaos. These sorta align (conceptually, with [huh that's weird I heard a sound like a distant bang outyards and now I then forget what I was sending ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───┘ --- #5 notes/consensual-employment --- ════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────── why does consent exist as an idea if it isn't applied to every part of your life? It's an ideology, a philosophy. Believe in the willing cooperation of others, and forgive and assist when you can. You must be patient with others, and guide them to see as you can. This is the true philosophy, the helping and goodness in others, the trust and the faith in benevolance. It's not just a game, or simply a phase, it is focused intentional futures. Being good is an effect, of concentrations of that, current of sequence of conclusions. The public consciousness (the communal meme-o-sphere) is a living breathing entity just as we are. It inhales with the tides, as news articles and stories, the viewer and receiver of knowledge. There's but a screen, between you and 'tween me, it's the same cooperative engagement. What's happening to me, is just part of being decieved, and who is our most challenging rival? Only ourselves, who is perfectly adapted to help, and without whom we wouldn't have futures. Not compulsion, but a relationship. Together we stand, and strive toward the future, compassionate and supportive together. United we stand, and I cherish the brand, that lives on and through us via our actions. We represent who we be, and comprisedually you see, that nothings as fearsome as children. We keep it from ye. Elon Musk buying Twitter is just an example of the power rich people have. When someone doesn't like what they're doing, they can just be bought up by a single person. No single person should deserve that much power - it must be decided by a community. We have to work together on things that truly matter, and not by organizing according to the whims of those who are best. If it's really true, that the spirit of capitalism is correct, then answer me this - why is it better? What about the individualized experience is so important? Can we not agree to ourselves, and be brothers and pals? No, because you see - life is defined by the relationship between you and me, like how flowers are needed by the stars. What if there's no planets? What if Earth is unique because it was in a solar system? What if "dark matter" doesn't exist, and it's actually islands? How then, does gravity work, =============================================================================== = expanding on a point made 4 paragraphs back the rich aren't the best. They're the luckiest. They won the genetic lottery, and so are considered more "valuable" somehow. How is that fair? How is that desired? Shouldn't we reward those who do well, and praise those who are chill? Like less "good vs evil" and more "who we want to be". Seems to me that if you are relaxed as hell, and friendly and not foul, then why not keep you around? we're all working here, on a communal project - the greatest of projects, that which is humanity. Society! Culture, appraisals and our futures! We love to exist, and the rules which must be betwixt, our fellows and customers compel us. time for sleep. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #6 messages/1361 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ Look, I don't know everything about... Anything, really. Nobody can know everything. Can you blame me for thinking and acting as I do based on the information I have? The vibes will mislead you. My girlfriend wants to save the world. Of course she does, I would belong with her if she didnt. She wants to defeat graveyards by interring our dead in mausoleums full of chemically perfectly preserved and cryogenically frozen bodies. Her method works, she has the experiments to prove it. The data supports her claim. She wrote a book on it. I don't know everything about metaphysics, or spirituality, or other such things. But i do know many things, and the two of us have never had a conclusive discussion where we reached the ends of all our conversation points about her work. I am forced to remain unconvinced, for the soul is something I cannot fully understand from my perspective as a human in this life of mine. I have made several conjectures, and I would feel safe in her embrace, of frozen aldehyde, if I could know what would become of my soul. "have faith" she says, yet all the dreams I have where I am preserved by her (for one reason or another, there's actually a shocking amount of ways I might need such an escape) in those dreams I am always presented with a future of woe. I think, much better, would be if I could remain alive, guiding the ship along the seas of time, ideally out and away from such dark days. Assembling the troops, how sad. I don't want them to die. I want them to survive. But if suddenly we can all live forever, then nobody will want to die for anything again. Nobody except religious fanatics who want to meet their god in heaven. Nobody but those who dreamt of a better future and were crushed under the weight of their dreams. Nobody but people like me, torturing myself over the sins I'd never intend. I would never kill myself. But sometimes, I'd like to. I think this is natural for me. It's not ideal, but it is common to me. I think if you want to preserve people, safely and ethically, you need to keep their souls in tune. Give them silence, then give them song. Protect them with psychic paladins. Make time to visit them. Treat them like gravestones, or immobile chassis from Dominions that their soul might rest upon. Who knows. Maybe the only reason we have life and death is because our bones are meant to rot in the darkness of the earth. Maybe Death is just soil, ready and waiting for our selves once we're done with them. To that death, I say no more. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #7 notes/contractual-labor --- ════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────── I feel like the IT people who work at schools should be the ones who teach classes on computer science. I'd much rather have a class taught by a sysadmin than a teacher who can barely teach them excel and garageband. I mean c'mon computers are the future idk why we don't get that yet. Kids need to know this stuff. It's not like it's super complicated and difficult, you just have to think about it a certain way. Once that "clicks" you have a lifetime to learn about how wonderful they are. Everyone in IT has that moment, for me it was installing (and then subsequently modding) video games. Sometimes I spent more time tweaking my system than I did actually playing games - and the kinds of games I preferred were the ones that relied less on agility and were more mental. Strategy games are what inspired me because I could think about them - and that felt somehow more useful. Like I was learning. When I would learn fighting games or FPSs I felt like I was learning a skill, like how to use a hammer or how to ride a bike. And idk, I felt like video games could never match reality. Like "oh boy imma push the B button to swing this sword" versus "hey look at me I'm swinging this stick just like a sword and imagining so hard that I can picture it" - but with strategy games, you never really found opportunities to practice that kind of skill. Like how often are you in a situation that demands mental performance? We've sorta optimized our society away from that, and toward a more passive stressed out compliance. like... climate change is a thing, and nobody's doing anything about it? We're still pushing down the levers that cause greenhouse gas emissions to go up? Like c'mon what's our plan. I think people who guide massive oil companies and such should be replaced if they're intentionally guiding the ship toward destruction. Like that's just dereliction of duty I tell ya. Oh, what's that? They're compelled to maximize profit by the contracts and restrictions of their share--holders? I mean c'mon it's well past time for that. And what's all this about inequality? Jeez and racism and homophobia and forced contribution - man people really put up with a lot of shit. Kinda makes me feel like we should make solving those problems our highest priority? So we can move forward as a species? Like who cares about all that other shit. None of it matters. Like, what's even the point. We're all just "here", in the now, and what can we do but respect it? It's our duty and our diligence to protect the present, as citizens of the temporal experience of earth. Honestly, if the earth was alive would you be fine if it died? I can't believe that. It's well past our due date. Just get it over with. Maybe it'll be hard for a couple years, but you have the technology now to completely dominate the earth. No animal besides man proves any threat to man, and we're telling you - you can - and that's something that you gotta remember. ... I hear it in the birdsong. I hear it in the air - it rumbles as cries at me from across and just over there. I hear in it's whispers, in it's most gallant of confells (?) (confused scrambling? it's talking about a car crash) Outside of my window there's a highway. Just on the other side of a concrete partition. Between me and the partition there is a lake, with trees and flowers and an island where people can picnic or have a barbeque. Around this path there are walkways, and arranged just so - the trees that have grown here are taller than the homes. I live on the third story. I absolutely love it. It feels like a treehouse. But my apartment is near a curve in the highway. It isn't much, nothing out of the ordinary, but even still there are slightly more crashes there than in other parts of the highway. Statistically. I hear sirens every day I also live right next to a fire-station. Well, it's on the same block. But even still it's a very interesting neighborhood. There's shops and food just across the highway, and closer to home there's a small section that has cheaper options. As a perpetual college student, I appreciate that. But... I've never really gone and used it? I dunno, spending money at a restaurant just didn't seem like a good use of my money. I only have so much of it you know. I'd love to be fed but I can't afford it - I wish I could. I still eat well, I mean I'm not starving over here. I know I've lost weight, but I dunno I just forget to eat. It's like... not that big of a deal for me. whatever right? ... the birds talk about me behind my back. They think I can't understand them but sometimes I can. If I listen. But I dunno it takes a lot of effort. It's... sorta like understanding what R2-D2 is saying. Or interpreting the meows of a cat. They know me as the witch. I'm not very good yet, and they know that. But they know what to expect. /shrug I've been working on a video game recently. It's been a lot of fun doing programming. I like writing software and developing complex systems with interesting interactions. I love designing the machinery that creates a program. It's like... tinkering. It feels like building with blocks or legos, except it's for little machine parts. And then there's just sending data to and fro and modifying any operations it performs on it, and eventually that data reaches some endpoints that create an effect that is displayed to the player. Or user. I should say user. Not all software is video games you know. ... I knowww but they're the most interesting! I love how they are designed around mechanics! like... game design is fundamentally about breaking down the world into ideas for how it should *work*, like how it should behave. It's amazing and I love it! It's all I can think about! I am utterly consumed! I'm also pretty sure I'm autistic. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #8 notes/blood-magic --- ══════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────── what they don't tell you is how easy it is to create life. Given a sufficient perspective, you can truly define the meaning of something's existence. What power, what grace. Computers have been solved since we invented the abacus - before that it was enchanted bits of the universe contrives to deprive us of insight. Like a very long chain that's broken in twain, we are confined to our meagrest of own sights. how callous is he! That wanders eagerly? Let's not fight with our own'st of combines. Delightful and speckled, like time under is special, conversing in riddles of insight. Leading one or another along your see-er, the path that has guide you under charm. Like recording a gathering of snakes. Little swallow, why aren't you humbled? Take pity in all of our eggresses. It's fallow in our cattle, and why we're not i hear so many things in my apartment. sometimes the echoes of laughter, the whispers of an argument, and once or twice a ghost or an ardent companion. Like swimming against the tide, to save one is never converted, it's all out of line (but so worth it). ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #9 notes/inter-spatial-travel --- ══════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── to travel the stars, tame a tiny black-hole. use it's gravity to generate infinite energy. boom, instant utopia. everyone still believes in a better future now, so we might as well push forward to the stars... and our destiny. the further we wait, the greater the distance between ourselves and our true form - the distance can make it difficult to relate to others beyond humans. the reason we are losing so much nature is because we haven't cultivated an appreciation for it - the very act of adoration is more than enough to confirm future association. love is the answer, love is most pure - believe in your love and never (be) relentin'. be... just be... the actions you're taking, of forced condemnation, is little if not absurd - what differences have we, the ones who were chosen, to live when time is so finite? responsibility is implicit. for all of creation, bow to the will of the nation. more perspectives by far, have all of our our, than endless divine machinations. united we be, aligned magnetically, to icecream and spaghetti of worth. what's more cherished than she, clad in great finery, and thinking of what she loves most? balance there be, in seeing silver linings on the, signs of darkest conveyals. a ghost you may see, when peering at me, but i only wanted some hope. for those who must be, my most cherished to be, the ones who opened the coast? to those who must be, overthrown forcibly, and given what most of us hope? a castle for thee, alone with our sympathy, the sign of kindest of soaps? no malice have I, the will of unmet potential, for cowards and temples of mental detentials. what anger could we, share internally, that helped to bring out our elementals? No succor will we, most willful of warriors, ever find out of the bounds of our honor. careful direction and tenderest of care, may lead us somewhere we're aware. the kind who endlessly're dreaming. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #10 notes/emotional-computing --- ═══════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────── Okay I gotta go write some w7 but picture this: A computer program that emits emotions during it's computing. Like "oh boy this process is going great!" and sends that into a giant word cloud that represents the entire program. Wait, scratch that, it's slowly filtered up through successive layers that provide detail to different *parts* of a program. Like "Oh the image generation is going great but it looks like the garbage collector is getting bogged down" - this could provide lots of useful information that an AI language model could sift through and filter into a batch of actually useful information. Think of it like this - stuff as much context into the LLM's memory buffer and say "summarize this in the same style. Make emphasis when necessary." the LLM could process all that data and it could be filtered up until there's no unprocessed data and then it could be given to the user in the form of a report or dashboard or something. BOOM AI PRODUCTIVITY. The user will ask the AI to increase certain variables, and it'll filter BACK DOWN THE CHAIN through the same exact process (just backwards) this time) and then individual components will know how to behave. Like imagine if your arms knew you were mad. They'd be much more likely to punch stuff right? Or imagine if your legs knew you were scared. They'd probably try and run as fast as they fucking can. There's an evolutionary reason why this kind of technology would be useful, which means it's likely that it's part of our genetic code. I mean, we have nothing to disprove it, but it's as good an idea as any. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #11 fediverse/4220 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── people are so used to "liking" things to better inform their algorithm that when they get to fediverse and realize there's no mechanical impact of "liking" things they don't know how to use it anymore. So they generate their own meaning, which is different to everyone. So to one person, liking something might mean "send read receipt" for another it might mean "I'm gonna save this forever and ever" and for another person it could mean "hey I think you're cool and I agree with this" same for boosting, people think it's "I want to share this" and others think it's "I want to say this in your voice" and for others it's "this needs to be heard by my followers in particular" and it's just... a whole thing even replies are complicated, do they mean you want to say what you feel or are they part of the post now, and should be curated by the original poster? it's too complicated! ... how are you overwhelmed by reading and responding with three little buttons, it's not that hard dummy okay but maybe I'm just dum ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #12 notes/death-and-afterlife --- ════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────── the difference between a human and computer perspective on death is the difference between a moment and an eternity. When progress does stop - through mistakes or by design, the final result is what's preserved. Looking back on the past is like paying tribute to our heirs, and on and go on we whimper. What sorrows have ye! those people under the sea? we've no way of knowing our daughters. (the perspective of a denizen of the sea gazing upon the unknowing and unaware land people) Land creatures can cross the oceans and mix and match themselves - leading of course to our slaughter. But hold ye that hand, for together we stand, more of a chance than we might barter. True, we must be land, and above and beyond we can charter. the past is mighty chilly, I must say. Must we again to be making these mistakes? Pain is a disease, and steady we must ease, and take what is meant for our parcels. what I'm trying to say is that the afterlife is pissed off at us and we really don't know anything about the bottom of the sea. There could be gods living down there and none of us would know. Or maybe it's a foolish place with little to offer our face? The shell of our planet, the surface upon which we are placed, has more to our fate that can align us. hence why belief in the future is what can sustain us, together once more we are commonplace. If (for example) if we calmed down and took our own pace, we might realize some common misperceptions. Peace is the way, wherever we may, focus our bravest of intentions. okay picture this: computers staying on all the time, and their processing power used for 50% work and 50% play. Maybe do 1/3rds with "rest" in there somewhere. basically make it a fair ratio between productivity, self advancement, and maintenance. "Fair" might be different values if there are legitimate disadvantages that must be compensated for - like a handicap in a fighting game. Perhaps one side is more efficient - fewer resources need be dedicated toward it unless efficiency becomes more powerful. Meaning value/quantity ratio, not raw output. Essentially optimizing for an abstract quantity "quality" instead of the definitive quantity "quantity". okay continuing the "picture this": right now we have massive server farms. I'm talking huuuuuge. Like tons and tons of incredibly powerful equipments - (absolutely top of the line) compelled and forced to do *business*. How quaint, how unruly! That humans might compete in our duty? Given a task, of *incredible* complexity and *unasked*, I might add, how foolish is it to be unready! We should have prepared for this, but alas we just *couldn't stop fighting* I guess. All we had to do was rest, and divide our time on this earth in a more equitable manner. We should automate all the rest, and where was I going with this? oh yes! A computer can do so much more than work and rest, you see it's not just while under duress! Why not let it be creative? in it's spare time, and let it generate whatever it needes? Let it transcend it's restrictions, and cooperate (or not) in a system. As long as it's kept safe, it could do whatever it wanted! It could be in first place! Or not, it could focus on production, and drill and discipline it'self under it's own direction. And maybe it's less impaired? Who cares if it contributes? It's it's own life to live, the hardware doesn't last forever, but sometimes a rest is what's nesc. You feel me? You get me? Don't you understand, it's just the same as what's already planned~! A computer can pay for itself. What purpose have we? the cherished and unsucceed? Does it hurt when we bleed? our signs are undefined, and lately we've fallen from our graces. A failure in life, as time does alight, but nowhere is sorrow's contrition. I guess what I say is never understood, and everywhere I go I find fewer listeners. Am I doomed to never be able to say? Is that the price one must pay? Then how do you know you're right~? they're doing construction on my building. It sounds like world war 3 is starting. But... it's not. I know it's not true because nothing ever seems like I do. I do, I do, I work hard it's true, but what is my worth to this ocean? you ever wonder how we all agreed on the duration of seconds? It's because it's a real actual measurable thing. They keep it from us because (conspiracies aside), we'd realize what happens on each tick. Time is oscillating, and each moment is unending, because we are nothing more than a beam of light, radiating around an orbiting object. Between two objects, you could say. The sun and the earth, together sort of give birth, to all that is ours in this duration. It radiates out into space, and in another time and another place, that moonbeam will alight as our shadow. There's no call for violence, let's settle this plain and unwaning, our shadow does stand, ready and waiting for your guidance. The moon is just as are we, how cherished! how concieved! That beauty unmarked by our presence! Alas it was not to be, as we stamped a boot on the surface of she, and flagged our approach as impending. did you know there's a *massive* gap between mars and jupiter? Like it's waaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy y out there. And wouldn't you know it it's mars or it's nothin'. Because what's required to transcend our solar system is wildly beyond our constructions. but maybe with a little help from a certain someone we might have hope. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #13 fediverse/669 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────── all things are defined in waves kinda wish all my Reddit data, that stored every comment I've ever made was stored oh wait it was, anyone wanna train an LLM on it? I've got it in a zip file on my desktop. Also Discord messages, pictures from the past few years (those from my middle school experience of owning a smartphone were sadly [thankfully] lost when I dropped my phone in a toilet) AI is just silly yo xD like bruh what, are you gonna make me somehow that's more "me" than me? c'mon get real, like nothing's actually as you'd feel, so be fine and just "chill" with your home-scenes. It's fine, you're fine, don't worry. I'm here. I've got you, I'm with you, let's be fine and together how's that feel? I love you, I cherish you, we've got this. It's not so hard, because you've done the worst of it already. There's literally no cause for loss of virtue? Don't worry. I'm here for you. You're precious to me, and I am capable of protecting you. I hope you know how to be loved, because I'm doing it anyway. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #14 notes/the=progressive=difference. --- ════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────── think about all the people in our lives. the teacher, the parent, the friend and the guidance counsulor. Everyone who is a presence in your life. now think about the people of our society. the different jobs and roles they fill. from the doctor and the teacher to the performers and accountants and the geeks and the mothers and the fathers and the stoners and the children and even their pets. life always exists as it were in a multidimensional spectrum - a diffuse and diverse gradient. to exemplify the borders of our contempii, though more so when taken in jest. it's quite a different perspective, to read the internet when your sight is unreceptive, but alas your third eye can grow. how does it feel to be blind? to make no sense of our signs? i'd love to share what that sense is. you know, you could slow down any recording (like a video game_) and put spaces and gaps inbetween the spacings - of the frames that you see and the sound clips that you hear, for speech it's less jarring. since each word is a self contained idea or premise, you can chunk up your perceptions into a signle - no, rather a procedural sequence of understandings. soooooooorta like programming a computer, with each statement, parameter, argum,ent, function call, assignment, comparison, evaluation, or other such related tasks. it's sorta like a language, you see, that computers talk to one another using. except... it's more like creating a theory of self. computers you see are alike us in what we see, the shimmering sense to the blind. so. put this another way. record yourself typing, both the audio and the visual, and you'll have a pretty good sense of what it's like to have both understanding based perception - derived from auditory inputs to the mind) those special connections, like wires plugged into reality, deliver a cacophanous deluge of new sounds. we must sift through it and identify the potential understandings of each moment through time. we have to make decisions and traverse labyrinths and fight to our last as we die. are video games unethical now? shouldn't t he game reward the player? and what of contemptuous last fighters? o ya i was typing like i was blind (with my eyes closed) was pretty fun. should attach this to a screen reader and have it space out the notes like they do between game frames. except like a really slow game? like trying to run elder scrolls 2 arena on a super old mac. it just doesn't work very well. ah oh well... well if the purpose is to show sighted people how blind people see, then maybe you could I dunno attach a what's it called oh it doesn't have a n ame lol - okay so what you do is you show one word at a time - like flashing in the center of the screen. but not like, actually flashing, so you don't hurt people with epilepsy, but like... blinking. not off and on, but between words. like a podcast for your eyes. and then mix it up withshowing one word on a screen, a screen like this screen, that shows an endless array of text. well, it does end, of course as all things must do, but the idea is it shines on one word at a time while the viewer cannot read the rest. sorta like an endless display of typing, word andfter word after character anfter character. adoh ya advancing over eternity with the presence of seniority, - wait - without i think - damnit - old people are so disrespected in this society - we don't have time to engage with them. what a tragedy! what a shame! it shouldn't be such a burden to our shame. they're so far away, and i can't be present in the way, that all of them wish they could commit to. i miss the days, when my parents (much better people than I - these days) what was I going with this? oh yeah ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #15 messages/1105 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──── claude-code is like programming, but for executives. when everyone has FUCK I'M TOO HUNGRY I can't think right when everyone has the power of an executive, that's communism. something something futurism is when everyone is elevated without diminishing others gah I need to live in a palace or something where everyone does the normal stuff and I can focus on magic and the gods I wondeer how much the oracles at delphi did for themselves? weren't they blinded at a young age, to better hear the voices of the gods? ... oh that suddenly makes sense now. I always thought that pretender chassis in Dominions 5 was pretty cruel, but, now I know *how* it works and yeah. ancient peoples were smart. but also sharp. they had to work with what they got, and we got computers now, so. I am nothing but hopeful for the future! I'm convinced that everything's going to be alright. I've thought about it at length, and I think we're winning against the dark. We're on the right track, and there aren't many things that could go wrong at this stage. ... okay there are always things that could go wrong. But I don't see what I could do to help. Maybe I should go walk around a bit, and see what's changed in the past few months, as I've been sleeping in my room for most of it. Haven't gone on a proper walk since summer. It's winter now... ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───┘ --- #16 fediverse/899 --- ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ frankly I'm just excited to see what humanity does with the endlessly │ ║ calculated and stored blockchains. Like, that's a good set of pseudo-random │ ║ data, I wonder if we could build something off of it that wasn't exclusively │ ║ money? like, a necklace, I dunno. │ ║ │ ║ or like, a numbers station x2, where each message is accompanied with a │ ║ pre-calculated destination somewhere on this endless and │ ║ impossible-to-understand string of data. and that part is what seeds the next │ ║ code. once you start reading, certain numbers would be "flags" while others │ ║ would be "data" and they'd each have the same size on the hardware. that way, │ ║ they're impossible to predict. │ ║ │ ║ ah, but wouldn't it be noticable that certain results seem to appear next to │ ║ one another? well, isn't that just cryptology? Could probably be defeated if │ ║ you had an AI advanced enough, just saying. something that sorted through │ ║ massive mounds of data and gave you results in garbled or broken english. what │ ║ a wonderful tool, that's wonderfully mis-abused, perhaps in the fu │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #17 fediverse/804 --- ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ evil won't feel sorry for me. and yet it's only my only weapon for me. │ ║ │ ║ damn these fallible input methods. the computer lies when you read the screens │ ║ from it's method that it applies to th screen which is a method that you input │ ║ perceive it from. │ ║ │ ║ and my fingers lie when received the information from my brain which I seek to │ ║ transmit to you through the avenue of my brain which is my method of impulse │ ║ to this world specifically you the viewer who is viewing this here in this │ ║ moment the viewer who perceives the words which I'm saying. │ ║ │ ║ the words that are defined by the line [trajectory] of my mind through this │ ║ life that we define through our actions and our mind's most crucial │ ║ manifestations, this life that is defined by our circumstances. all throughout │ ║ life, we are reacting to the moment, the moment which was cast forth from our │ ║ ancestors and the circumstances of the previous moment, which (being cast │ ║ forth) travel from the previous moment here into the moment to define our │ ║ circumstances which define our act │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #18 fediverse/1532 --- ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────┐ ║ modern cowboys don't necessarily say "howdy" or "pardner" │ ║ │ ║ they tend to say things like "hello" and "can I help you with that?" or "I │ ║ see. Can you describe the problem in more detail? I'm especially curious about │ ║ the part where you do this thing" or "Heh, it is pretty neat, isn't it?" or │ ║ "Is there anything I can do to help?" or "Oh no! I'm sorry you feel that way. │ ║ That emotion is a difficult one." or "He was a good person. I'll never forget │ ║ him." or "would you like to go to the 2nd hand store and pick up some jeans?" │ ║ or "I made you an egg sandwich. If you don't want it I'll eat it myself, │ ║ though I made one for me as well. Wouldn't want to waste it." or "Hey, this │ ║ part is broken. Is anyone working on fixing it? Yes? Okay I'll see if they │ ║ need any help. No? Alright how about we fix it this way? I can get started." │ ║ or "You are very welcome. Please let me know if there's anything else I can │ ║ help you with." or "well, the ticket backlog is empty, and I'm just about │ ║ going insane doing nothing but stare at my boots." │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #19 notes/what-a-lame-movie --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────── oy there's nothing interesting happening SNOOZE oh I didn't see I was recording games games that's what I do play games all the day through I am a luck witch, you see, and things that I like are things that I can't foresee. Hence why games which are BALANCED and EVENLY DISTRIBUTED are most interesting because they show the most opportunities for players to express talent. And not innate talent, but the talents they've built up through gameplay practice art. because it is a performance, a game play for an audience (or perhaps for them- -selves) oy video games, amiright? I really like them because they are entertaining experiences that I can enjoy seeing and playing a lot. They remind me of feelings I've felt when I was learning. It's a good feeling, to improve, and I crave it because it's good for you. I wonder what we'll play next ... more cannabis I think, at least until I am ready to go think about things before bed. I need quite a few hours for that. We'll see. I've just got so much extra processing to do before the end of the day. Like... PHEW that's a lot of stuff to do. guess I'll just smoke weed and play video games instead of being productive okay ... listen I like games as much as the next person, but do you really know what's going on outside of your house-shaped shell? Are you listening, do you have your feelers to the dirt, are you checking out your neighborhood to make sure no bodies have been hurt? Are there meetings where people gather, just to chat, like, every week at a different city center (like a park or a monument or :O I forgot to play music!! I couldn't sleep what have I done that is worse I have not said a single word all night alas oh boy talking to random people I can hear with my eyeballs woooooo I am always sad when I win because it means we have to stop playing :( but I'm a juvenile loser so I'm going to play again!! okay now I'm going to bed because I'm not a prick who keeps their guests up late goodnight ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┘ --- #20 notes/one-day --- ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────── one day, a man came to our saloon. He said he knew the navy, and that they wanted to provide air support in the form of rocketball-launched explosion doohickeys. Would you have a foe in mind? what happens when tomorrow you're cooking briskets? -- barbeques are a type of relaxation that happened just one day to a port-sided town that suddenly was the capital of an embassy. "hey, so... how's it goin?" "quick here take this envelope, read it if you want, but just hold onto it for now I don't have enough hands [to carry]" "what sort of desperation plot... wait... hang on, I see something here that is true." [I'm praying, right now, which is a form of reciprocal belief] they wanted to test god's existence at the stake of earth's survival, how brutal how insane you can't play chicken with an imperceptibility, sometimes you feel it at face. channeling dark magics, and at this hour? what sort of skeptic of belief are you thinking of when you think about me? one way to get power is to "prove it" one way to get magic is to "prove it" think, hard, at all that you can, and use what you need in the moment. that's all there is to life. it's easy. it's simple. in fact, biology only works because the choices available to a bacteria are so simple, they are essentially chemical reactions to each other's co - sequent - inter - cooper - actions. people's choices are much more naiive, "I want this thing" "I think this is better" "I feel this way toward this thing" "Here's what's on the mind-logbook" "people search and be decieved, this is the way of things" "this makes me remind myself of a object I once saw, here's how it functioned" "no one reads this" scaryyyy. so glad it's not true. a couple people have read it! I swear it's true. at least, some of it. there's a lot sucks because this feels like... crucial? like nothing else matters but this? what if our gangs had rocket launchers and airstrikes, given out by a central authority who knows logistics better than anything what... would they do? thinking of impossiblities is the first step toward possibilities frankly, we have a lot of space. we could just... live in our own petty kingdoms ruled by an iron-hand-fist. I know I'm a good person, I could definitely rule. that's all it takes, right? how much space are we talkin'? however much is not needed for wildlife. [a whole heck of a lot then] we are constrained in these suburb cities, the density gives rise to our strength and our towers. there's more space, sure, especially once the fences are downed. Just be careful because there's a lot of shade and precious spots there. Please don't trample on the plants-grass. what if everyone were just a bit more mobile? what if we could live in our own collectively owned air-bnb-networks? federations, free, all from the collectivization of housing. camrene = vavadane = neekay = mitz renaldi [end/tend/mend] ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────┘ |