WELL AIN’T THAT SOME SHIT.
I’ve never seen the appeal of topside cities, either. It’s always forty degrees in the (upper) underdark!
reblog if you want to fight me about it
The real difference between us and chimpanzees is the mysterious glue that enables millions of humans to cooperate effectively. This mysterious glue is made of stories, not genes. We cooperate effectively with strangers because we believe in things like gods, nations, money and human rights. Yet none of these things exists outside the stories that people invent and tell one another. There are no gods in the universe, no nations, no money and no human rights—except in the common imagination of human beings.
Yuval Noah Harari (via mesogeios)
ASTONISHING, said Death. REALLY ASTONISHING. LET ME PUT FORWARD ANOTHER SUGGESTION: THAT YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A LUCKY SPECIES OF APE THAT IS TRYING TO UNDERSTAND THE COMPLEXITIES OF CREATION VIA A LANGUAGE THAT EVOLVED IN ORDER TO TELL ONE ANOTHER WHERE THE RIPE FRUIT WAS. Fighting for breath, the philsopher managed to say, ‘Don’t be silly.’ THE REMARK WAS NOT INTENDED AS DEROGATORY, said Death. UNDER THE CIRCUMSTANCES, YOU HAVE ACHIEVED A GREAT DEAL.
Terry Pratchett, “Death and What Comes Next” (A Blink of the Screen) (Tired of dealing with philosophers but never tired of humanity as a whole.)
What we all need to understand about AI in a nutshell:
There’s an algorithm that can reliably predict, from aggregate facebook posts, the onset of a manic episode in a person suffering from bipolar disorder – more reliably even, than a trained psychotherapist, who only has access to the information a patient provides them in therapy sessions.
“Won’t technology like that help people with bipolar disorder?”
Theoretically, it could. But this algorithm wasn’t designed to help people with bipolar disorder.
This algorithm was designed to sell plane tickets to Las Vegas.
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that must have taken so much resilience and deftness and i’m sure it was very intimidating to the attacker and I hope you were alright!!!
once i got shot with a crossbow, so i took the bolt out and stabbed the attacker with it
i think about that every godsdamned day
Once I was made of stardust. Now I am made of flesh and I can experience our agreed-upon reality and said reality is exciting and beautiful and terrifying and full of interesting things to compile on a blog! / 27 / ENTP / they-them / Divination Wizard / B.E.y.O.N.D. department of Research and Development / scientist / science enthusiast / [fantasyd20 character]
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