nøthing @anhegenicangel@schelling.pt

'could' denotes possibility; but from the point of view of math, the only possibilities are certainties.

(fiction) this AI timeline was caused by someone writing into the deathnote as the cause of death "something that could kill anyone" for someone particular, not knowing that the only thing which can kill anyone (given everyone's varying cautions) is a general purpose optimizer

death can be beautiful, but only if desired, not forced or chosen out of desperation

that is to say, as unknown proper. not yet narrowed into. with a blank map.

most people make so many assumptions about each other just for 'being human' (in a human body or writing from a presumed-human-or-humanperformerAI profile). i would prefer to be approached as an unknown creature instead.

it's funny how someone watching an early mathematician draw arcane symbols onto blackboards and being like "this looks dangerous" without knowing what it is would have been correct

wow, everyone on my timeline is so relatable (it's just me)

being an altruist in hell feels analogous to cleaning something gross. i totally expect not to enjoy the latter and don't consider myself flawed for this. i can rest afterwards, after the world is saved.

watched the celene interview about recent murders. at one point celene says, "if you have a narrative in which you want to die, and you're just staying alive so that you can save the world ..."

which i do, and for a long time.

apparently celene found wanting-to-live-ness, i wondered if i should try asking for the same.. but if i simulate it, i don't think anyone could help.

i should instead conclude that this is a valid way of being. that it's okay to not like this world. this is comforting.

i worry a part of me died today. i felt it happening but idk how i could tell if it were real.

i still wonder what turing saw, as one of the first things when i am reminded of him. maybe a prophecy of AI?

in classic sci-fi, AI was like a divine entity summoned to earth, who would communicate outward by its own choice. the assumption was that intelligence was naturally a creature, a self, something which wants to say things.

this was wrong of course. intelligence is a myopic process, not a creature. symmetrically, the psychological aspects of us can be decoupled from that process.

this world is so hollow. a part of me sometimes wonders if it's a dream.

dear friendly superintelligences: please trap me in a fluffy box where i will be cuddled and happy

it looks like i'm late to this site. my friend's account has been inactive since august.