This Undermines The Whole Utopian Vision, The Federation Is Not, And Need Not Be Omelas

I made this as a goof a few weeks ago, and thought I may as well release it into the world. Fare thee well, Lowly Yaldabaoth!

thinking about this today

a significant portion of bad AI discourse happens because people are not sufficiently rigorous in disambiguating "AI", the cultural object into which the bourgeoisie have deposited all their hopes and dreams for a world where they no longer depend upon the proletariat, and which mostly serves the practical purpose of driving investment, with Neural Networks/Large Language Models, the technologies that exist in real life with actual use cases and actual limitations--or indeed in realizing that such a disambiguation is necessary

im gonna rb it every time im sorry

thank god for american public transit !!! 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

Incredibly fucked up that flowering plants weren’t really a thing until the Cretaceous.

Think about it. We had all of these huge, big-brained vertebrates well before we had grass

Stegosaurus never ate fruit because fruit didn’t exist yet

I know in my heart he would have fucking loved berries

“Do you understand anything I’m saying?” shouted Moist. “You can’t just go around killing people!” “Why Not? You Do.” The golem lowered his arm. “What?” Moist. “I do not! Who told you that?” “I Worked It Out. You Have Killed Two Point Three Eight People,” said the golem calmly. “I have never laid a finger on anyone in my life, Mr. Pump. I may be—all the things you know I am, but I am not a killer! I have never so much as drawn a sword!” “No, You Have Not. But You Have Stolen, Embezzled, Defrauded, And Swindled Without Discrimination, Mr. Lipvig. You Have Ruined Businesses And Destroyed Jobs. When Banks Fail, It Is Seldom Bankers Who Starve. Your Actions Have Taken Money From Those Who Had Little Enough To Begin With. In A Myriad Small Ways You Have Hastened The Deaths Of Many. You Did Not Know Them. You Did Not See Them Bleed. But You Snatched Bread From Their Mouths And Tore Clothes From Their Baks. For Sport, Mr. Lipvig. For Sport. For The Joy Of The Game.”

– Going Postal, Chapter 4, by Sir Terry Pratchett

Seems legit