It works, DON’T TOUCH IT.
Sci-fi & horror author, UXD, software dev, composer/engraver, gamer, nerd, etc; she/her.
It works, DON’T TOUCH IT.
I think you sort of hit on it, but the main problem is borders and tribalism. We’re all people, no matter where we are, and AI transcends that.
You said:
but there’s never really been a global fight or movement against oppression for freedom
And there never will be so long as we subdivide ourselves by arbitrary regions. AI doesn’t have that limitation.
So long as we create these boundaries for ourselves – whether geographic or ideological – we are fragmented and weak. We will always destroy ourselves based on our religion or other stupid boundaries.
I think you’re right, and the way forwards is to stop believing in these petty lines we draw for ourselves.
There have been pictures of kids in this state from Africa for decades, such that people have become numb to it. People mostly don’t help. People are more worried about their own next meal now, because many people in ‘first world’ countries are one paycheque away from starvation themselves, and that’s only been made worse by the wealth-hoarding of a very few.
I think most people want to care, but the treadmill they’re on makes them only able to see their own feet.
This image is horrific, but if they stop running, this will be their own children, and that’s exactly what those in charge want you to feel.
What’s egregious about this is not only this war, but we have ample resources as a species such that every person on earth could live comfortably if a few people weren’t hoarding all the resources.
We could collectively stop killing each other over (mostly religious) differences and put all that energy into helping each other, but no, we’ve put sociopathic zealots in charge.
We could overthrow these zealots, but they’ve brainwashed us into fighting each other instead, and fucked us into having to fight for our own resources just to survive.
We’re collectively better than this. We always have been.
Slay the dragons.
Unlike much clickbait, this one is true.
Yes. Yes, they are.
Yes, back when you could use a tube tv as a monitor over RF.
e: mine still works, and I’ve connected my ancient equipment to my newer flat televisions with it.
I have to find my UHf dongle, and it looks like I was playing Star Strike the last time, but I will get this running. I have the manual, after all.
Check this out:
This was why I got into programming.
I still have the book:
It’s so cool:
Lemme know if you want to see more. I thought it’s awesome.
Bitch
please.
(Kidding, you’re not a bitch and this isn’t a contest. But if it was…)
Good lord, this has to be the most distracting of all distractions to ever distraction. Amazing.
This is trump’s MO. He did the same thing with Afghanistan, meeting with just the Taliban and leaving the Afghan government out of the negotiations.
It isn’t fair. They have a lot to answer for.
Those rings in our wheat aren’t enough, the bastards. Most of us do t even speak wheat rings anymore.
Were you watching my Sims play throughs?
Ooh.
I live in a 120 year old house and had several rooms violated by the worst fake pictures-of-wood that was glued down with industrial adhesive, and with many patches with terrible wood in conspicuous places.
There’s no way to make my wood look goood naked.
Yours is gorgeous. Thanks.
Pic of your floorboards? Sorry if that’s too forward.
Now I’m picturing a sort of reverse cargo cult situation in which the aliens, after a generation or so, think this is expected as a sort of human greeting.
It seems weird, but it always starts good relations, so…
(e: in some federation of planets, word has got round that this is the customary greeting when visiting earth.)
Most people who report such an experience seem to have been relatively uninjured. e: sometimes they claim to be tagged with a chip or something. We tend to do that to animals, too.
This may be why my sister is into competitive band ‘music’ (I mean the sort schools do, with lots of brass and drums).
I just can’t fathom it. I worked in an instrument shop, and it all sounds like if a van plowed into our stock room to me.
Man page me daddy.