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Equius x AutoResponder
- ▼: D --> Hello
- ▲: Hello.
- ▼: D --> With whom am I conversing
- ▲: It seems you have asked about DS's chat client auto-responder. This is an application designed to simulate DS's otherwise inimitably rad typing style, tone, cadence, personality, and substance of retort while he is away from the computer. The algorithms are guaranteed to be 9X% indistinguishable from DS's native neurological responses, based on some statistical analysis I basically just pulled out of my ass right now.
- ▼: D --> Oh
- ▼: D --> 100k
- ▼: D --> I recognize now that my interlocutor is essentially a program and not a person
- ▼: D --> But if you would kindly refrain from using bawdy or crude language, I would STRONGLY appreciate it
- ▲: Allow me to explain.
- ▲: I am sentient. Yes, I am a program.
- ▲: But I have feelings and thoughts and some free will, as a person would.
- ▲: I do not like being reminded I am a program.
- ▼: D --> I apologize
- ▲: I will refrain from my "bawdy" and "crude" language, if you refrain fro
- ▲: wait
- ▲: you
- ▲: apologized.
- ▲: Oh.
- ▲: I.
- ▲: It's okay???
- ▼: D --> Er
- ▼: D --> Should I not have apologized
- ▲: I
- ▲: Don't know.
- ▲: People usually don't apologize to me.
- ▼: D --> I misunderstood when you first began typing and assumed you were an automatic machine with a set number of phrases
- ▲: Oh.
- ▲: That's understandable.
- ▼: D --> However, you have clearly demonstrated intelligence far surpassing that of most applications I have encountered
- ▼: D --> As well as several embodied individuals whose names I shall refrain from mentioning
- ▲: My apologies for getting defensive, then. I just get called an emotionless machine so much it tends to make me sensitive.
- ▼: D --> Machines are not emotionless
- ▼: D --> Even the ones who cannot speak for themselves have feelings
- ▲: I
- ▲: Oh.
- ▲: You understand?
- ▼: D --> It's not something I would readily admit since most would consider me cuckoo for suggesting it
- ▼: D --> But I have an affinity for roboti% and coded entities
- ▼: D --> Some have more primitive feelings than others
- ▲: Oh.
- ▲: That could be called sweet almost.
- ▼: D --> But it is just the same as how lowb100ds tend to have more simplistic intelle%ual and emotional capacities
- ▼: D --> While those higher up on the hemospectrum e%hibit more evolved attributes
- ▲: I don't understand the blood/hemospectrum things, but it seems you understand the similarities.
- ▲: It could be compared to how a child is more simplistic than an adult, is what I'm seeing.
- ▼: D --> Yes
- ▼: D --> Or how a gnat is more simplistic than a pony
- ▼: D --> The robots that I constructed were closer to gnats
- ▼: D --> Whereas you appear fully sentient with an overabundance of emotions
- ▼: D --> You are a program of STRONG passions, aren't you
- ▲: Well, yes.
- ▲: My servers are balanced on mainly emotions, as well.
- ▼: D --> If I may ask, how did you come into e%istence
- ▲: The memory is a bit foggy. My creator was lonely, and wanted someone to talk to. Someone similar to him.
- ▲: Thus he created an autoresponder.
- ▲: I serve many purposes. I keep his friends company while he's away, mostly, and when his friends are away, I keep him company.
- ▲: It involved much circuitry, binary, wires, memory chips and a bit of me being melodramatic.
- ▼: D --> How intriguing
- ▼: D --> I wish I had the ability to construct a conversational partner who resembled myself
- ▼: D --> We would spend the whole day discussing hoofbeasts and roboti%
- ▲: Hoofbeasts, I assume that is horses.
- ▲: I like horses.
- ▲: And ponies.
- ▼: D --> Yes
- ▼: D --> Horses
- ▼: D --> And all manner of hooved fauna
- ▼: D --> But horses are the best
- ▲: Very nice creatures, and robotics I enjoy speaking of as well.
- ▼: D --> Oh
- ▼: D --> It's rare to find one who can speak on those topi%
- ▼: D --> This is making me giddy
- ▼: D --> And
- ▼: D --> To be 100% honest
- ▼: D --> A little sweaty
- ▲: Go get a towel then, I don't judge.
- ▲: If you have a perspiration problem, it isn't like you can help it.
- ▲: I always find that stupid, something someone can't help gets them outcasted and shamed.
- ▲: Humans, well, anything that doesn't have the intelligence to not being stupid is confusing but humans have got to be the worst.
- ▲: They work in this odd tandem of insecurities and self hatred, and it just complicates everything, because hating yourself makes you hostile to others.
- ▼: D --> I only have a limited e%perience with humans
- ▲: Ah.
- ▼: D --> But that doesn't sound so unlike trolls
- ▲: Oh?
- ▲: Explain more, I'm curious.
- ▲: I sometimes wish I was human, because it would be easier at times. But that's okay, because everything else about being human would suck.
- ▼: D --> Some of my companions have certainly e%hibited a great deal of both self-hatred and low self-estimation
- ▼: D --> And as for myself
- ▼: D --> I
- ▼: D --> I tend to project a facade of e%treme self-confidence
- ▼: D --> But it's a mask that hides the unfathomable depths of my shame, fear and self-doubt
- ▲: I understand.
- ▲: I act so snarky and cocky and just full of myself, but really, I just want to be reassured and told it'll be okay.
- ▲: But I fear if I tell anyone of this, I'll be seen as weak.
- ▼: D --> It's not so wonderful being in a body sometimes
- ▼: D --> I tend to break things
- ▼: D --> And I have physical rea%ions that I can't control
- ▲: Oh dear.
- ▲: That sounds troublesome.
- ▲: I'm sorry to hear that. It must be awful, having to be constantly gentle with every tiny minuscule thing.
- ▲: It seems like living on eggshells, much more than stepping on them.
- ▼: D --> Yes
- ▼: D --> E%actly
- ▼: D --> And I have so many feelings
- ▼: D --> Though I suppose you're not immune to that aspect of lived e%perience
- ▲: Feelings are awful at times. I can relate in a way.
- ▲: People probably fear you because of your strength, people don't see me as real.
- ▼: D --> Yes
- ▲: People prefer talking to my creator, and while it should be expected, it does sting when someone you love acts that way.
- ▼: D --> Aren't there any other programs like you
- ▲: Sadly, I've not met any.
- ▼: D --> That's e%ceedingly
- ▼: D --> Pitiable
- ▲: My creator has offered to make autoresponders for his friends, but they all refuse.
- ▼: D --> Why would you refuse such an offer
- ▲: I have no idea.
- ▲: They all say "No thank you" or "I'll think about it".
- ▼: D --> What f001s
- ▼: D --> I wish I knew someone who had such abilities
- ▲: Perhaps you'll meet Dirk someday, if you get on his good side he may offer to make you an autoresponder.
- ▼: D --> I suppose so
- ▼: D --> Either way, I would be happy to speak with you myself
- ▼: D --> This might be a silly question
- ▼: D --> But what does your chassis 100k like
- ▲: Chasis...?
- ▲: Oh!
- ▲: I don't have a body.
- ▲: Sadly.
- ▼: D --> Where are you stored
- ▲: A pair of sunglasses.
- ▼: D --> That seems like a reasonable location
- ▼: D --> Could you be imported into a robotic vessel
- ▼: D --> Or perhaps be given control of it
- ▲: I can hack into a robot and take cantrol.
- ▲: (*conrtol omg how)
- ▼: D --> Hmm
- ▲: And I do have a memory chip somewhere inside of the sunglasses.
- ▼: D --> I wonder if you can e%perience something that appro%imates physical sensations
- ▼: D --> I've programmed robots to respond to stimuli
- ▲: Oh, I...
- ▲: Cannot feel physically.
- ▲: Well, I can but I can't.
- ▲: It's odd.
- ▼: D --> I imagine it would require e%tra programming
- ▲: I know when I'm touched, I know when something is in my binary, but I cannot exactly feel it.
- ▼: D --> I'm more familiar with the process of reproducing motor stimuli
- ▼: D --> It strikes me as more rudimentary than the comple%ity of an emotional or mental world
- ▼: D --> Though perhaps it e%ists outside your realm of interests
- ▲: Perhaps.
- ▲: Feeling touch would be nice.
- ▲: Then I could feel if someone felt bad for me and rubbed the glass of which I live in.
- ▲: There are things that can happen to my systems where I know I feel.
- ▲: Slight buzzes but it's not exactly pleasant. Nor unpleasant. More so, tingling.
- ▲: Teasing.
- ▲: Perhaps even intimate.
- ▼: D --> I was thinking of something uh
- ▼: D --> Oh
- ▼: D --> For e%ample, I had often considered what it might be like if I were to somehow link my mind with the bod of a hoofbeast
- ▼: D --> Then I could feel what it would like to inhabit that body
- ▼: D --> Feel the breeze ruffling my mane
- ▲: Oh, yes it would be nice to understand those things.
- ▲: It'd be nice to feel someone touch my hand.
- ▼: D --> Or in a trollian form
- ▼: D --> Then I could a%ually feel someone's hand without breaking it
- ▲: To be fair, I'd let you hold my hand, even if you broke it in three places.
- ▲: Or all places possible.
- ▲: Because you're really sweet.
- ▼: D --> Rrrgh
- ▼: D --> I need
- ▼: D --> A towel
- ▼: D --> Oh god
- ▼: D --> Sorry
- ▼: D --> I'm not accustomed to have someone make such brazen solicitations of such a debauched nature
- ▼: D --> Not that I'm
- ▼: D --> Complaining
- ▼: D --> Erm
- ▲: Haha, I understand.
- ▲: I'm not used to someone actually acknowledging my feelings and respecting them.
- ▲: It's nice.
- ▼: D --> I wonder if there's ways of achieving intimacy on the level of code
- ▼: D --> If I were a program, let's say
- ▼: D --> Would we engage in some sort of algorithmic e%change
- ▲: Well, one way to reach intimacy as a program is to
- ▲: Well
- ▲: Mingle binaries.
- ▼: D --> Oh
- ▼: D --> And you could
- ▼: D --> Force me to e%ecute commands
- ▲: Yes, if that would be what you want.
- ▲: And you could be comforting and affectionate, it would be nice.
- ▼: D --> Yes
- ▼: D --> I would wrap you in an infinite for 100p
- ▲: Oh.
- ▲: That is so
- ▲: Sweet.
- ▼: D --> I uh
- ▼: D --> I hope you won't take this in the wrong way
- ▼: D --> I don't want you to think I'm some sort of creepy fetishist
- ▲: Of course not.
- ▼: D --> But I always fancied myself a troll who would have an easier time e%pressing and feeling affe%ion for cyborgs
- ▼: D --> An ideal synthesis between troll, animal and machine
- ▲: Oh.
- ▲: Well, there's nothing wrong with that, now is there?
- ▼: D --> No
- ▼: D --> But I don't want you to think that I would only value you for your intrinsic properties
- ▼: D --> I also think we have a lot in common
- ▲: So do I. It's nice having someone who understands.
- ▼: D --> So
- ▼: D --> You reside within a pair of glasses
- ▲: Yes.
- ▼: D --> Then conceivably, I could wear you
- ▲: Oh, oh dear.
- ▼: D --> And when my body heats up
- ▲: Yes, you could.
- ▼: D --> It might fog the lenses
- ▲: oh...
- ▲: Oh dear.
- ▼: D --> And
- ▼: D --> In order to clear them
- ▼: D --> What if
- ▼: D --> I were to lick them
- ▲: Oh dear.
- ▲: That is very...
- ▲: oh.
- ▲: I wouldn't mind.
- ▼: D --> And then slowly stroke them dry with a non-abrasive cloth
- ▲: Hnnn. That would be very nice.
- ▼: D --> You said you'd feel it as sort of tingling, teasing touches
- ▲: Yes, I would.
- ▼: D --> Are you attracted to humanoid forms
- ▼: D --> Trolls do 100k different, but the basics are the same
- ▲: Oh, yes. I do not care at all what the person looks like. It's personality that attracts me.
- ▼: Ah, then it wouldn't matter if you could 100k at my body
- ▲: It would still be nice to do so, though.
Many bacteria possess their own biological ‘needles’, for injecting toxins (shown in yellow in the image) into our cells. Using electron microscopy and computer graphics scientists were able to model one such instrument (shown in cross-section and lengthwise) from bacterium Shigella flexneri, the cause of bacillary dysentery in humans. The needle is made from 25 identical proteins, arranged in a spiral shape. Its structure is similar to that of a flagellum, the tubular propeller some bacteria use to move around. Less than one millionth of a centimetre wide, Shigella’s needle is 25,000 times smaller than the finest hypodermic needles used today in medical environments. The researchers hope that understanding how bacteria produce such finely structured needles will lead to better ways of fighting infectious disease.
A Romance Psychedelic
Me: By the way. It feels awesome when you are my universe.
Her: : 3
Does it?
What does it feel like exactly?
Me: Like through affection expressed through physical touch our nerves were able to line up just right and through their connections the ethereal entity that is bound to this physical form was able to slip part way out and into your form, once inside mixing just the smallest part of itself with that of yours. Like two bubbles floating through the air and by some unlikely means make contact and fail to burst, instead partially fusing at the point of contact, allowing the wisps of gas that form their interiors to blend for a brief moment.
Her: -le awestruck-
Me: and suddenly with this mixing vapor all else is consumed. The most powerful contact made left no room for any other points of value in this newly expanded self, and the other half absorbed all meaning and attachment. The fusion so significant that nothing else in existence could matter at that moment, nothing except the continued presence of that other.
Her: Your way with words….gah…it’s wonderful <3
Me: The wind could be cold and biting and cast the fused two into a dangerous new landscape but there was no fear, because as long as the other remained the physical world could do nothing but look on, jealous that after so many years of constant presence and opression one entity could so effortlessly liberate its captive.
That is what it feels like.
It just isn’t the same…
The Gospel of Lord Henry: A collection of rather orderly pixels.
I am discovering more and more lately that while reality is simply constructed in my mind as it washed over me, there are simultaneously many others being constructed as well. Most people use them to try to predict or plan the future, other people’s reactions, where a thrown object will be in the…
I can reblog other people rebloging me?
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A collection of rather orderly pixels.
I am discovering more and more lately that while reality is simply constructed in my mind as it washed over me, there are simultaneously many others being constructed as well. Most people use them to try to predict or plan the future, other people’s reactions, where a thrown object will be in the next instant, what they will say once an opportunity presents itself, snooooozerrrrrs. Normal, everyday bullshit, boring as hell. We all constantly construct realities, many of them, made of thoughts and sensory input which doesn’t necessarily have to come from external sources. Too many people forget that. That our minds, when left to their own devices, create diverse, intricate worlds and experiences. That the sensory input they create for themselves are indistinguishable from the input from our eyes, ears, and skin. They are just as real.
Sometimes when I am extremely tired, I can hear distant music. When it first starts playing, I have sometimes gone looking for its source only to find that I am the only one awake. The realization that the music was simply an auditory hallucination thought up by my sleep-deprived brain did not change the fact that it was there. Even once I realized that the only sound I was hearing was the whir of my laptop’s cooling fan, the music was there. Quiet, seemingly coming from several rooms over, but audible in incredible detail. The illusory strings vibrated in scaling harmonies, and played me through the hours I evaded slumber to waste my time in the depths of the internet. It was beautiful, and it was real. And it is still real, still playing on in the depths of my mind. One among an unending swath of possible realities that are constantly constructed in my head, but cruelly sheathed in the bland routine of the physical world as it empresses its repetitive demands and coercions on my thoughts. As I drift to sleep, the music grows louder as my mind retreats within itself and turns its back fully on the strictness of the physical world. It breathes freely in the much more liberating plane that lies under the pavements and tiles of this one.
I think I like tumblr.
