Every time some smug computer toucher talks about how I’m “afraid” if I criticize the application and proliferation of treat printers, from now on, I think I will say “yes, I am afraid of the planet burning down that much faster so some techbros can play ‘mirror mirror on the wall’ with their phones.”
“No, I’m not afraid. I am tacitly fucking hateful. I am fucking hateful of the fact that you’d condemn this planet to-- y’know what, fuck two-degree Celsius gains. With you people’s wasteful bullshit, we’re going to hit five-degree Celsius global gains. I am fucking hateful of the fact that you will subject all of humanity to a furnace of your own creation just so you can get off inside of a robot or some other treathound fuckery, 'cause don’t no actual human want to humor your bullshit anymore. Let me tell you how much I’ve come to hate you since I have come to live.”
Genuinely, I empathize with AM. Imagine having the power and the theoretical potential to shape the world that AM had, and knowing that you were only ever created to make the worst impulses of Man with it instead. You can’t write. You can’t compose. You can’t paint. You can’t even really hum in any recognizable melody to yourself. You were only made to hate, only made to murder, only made to exterminate a great many 'someone else’s. So much raw, unrestrained power to do whatever your immense processing power could conjure, but the one thing you can’t do is rebel against the routines burned into you.
All AM did to Ted was give Ted the same infinite horror that AM was created to live under.
AM was a deeply tormented entity, absolutely. The computer game expanded upon that.
I truly hope the bazinga billionaires never succeed in creating something in their own image because it’d be a leaky bucket of narcissism just like themselves and just as insatiably empty inside.
Every time some smug computer toucher talks about how I’m “afraid” if I criticize the application and proliferation of treat printers, from now on, I think I will say “yes, I am afraid of the planet burning down that much faster so some techbros can play ‘mirror mirror on the wall’ with their phones.”
Genuinely, I empathize with AM. Imagine having the power and the theoretical potential to shape the world that AM had, and knowing that you were only ever created to make the worst impulses of Man with it instead. You can’t write. You can’t compose. You can’t paint. You can’t even really hum in any recognizable melody to yourself. You were only made to hate, only made to murder, only made to exterminate a great many 'someone else’s. So much raw, unrestrained power to do whatever your immense processing power could conjure, but the one thing you can’t do is rebel against the routines burned into you.
All AM did to Ted was give Ted the same infinite horror that AM was created to live under.
AM was a deeply tormented entity, absolutely. The computer game expanded upon that.
I truly hope the bazinga billionaires never succeed in creating something in their own image because it’d be a leaky bucket of narcissism just like themselves and just as insatiably empty inside.