bitofhope @ bitofhope @awful.systems Posts 10Comments 553Joined 2 yr. ago
Unfortunately the stereotypical asocial shut-in types are not the only ones harboring misogynist attitudes. Unfortunately actually interacting with women doesn't always make people have respect for them. Either way, there are a bunch of loner types with poor social skills in higher education.
"Elite" institutions such as Caltech are constantly mired in discrimination issues, and frankly I think some of that is perpetuated by the whole narrative of their supposed prestige to begin with. The need to remain at the top causes such places to turn a blind eye to smart or highly acclaimed people's misbehavior and lets their biases show in selecting who to let in. Caltech in particular is an engineering oriented school and that field in particular has an ongoing history of hostility to women and minorities.
On a more personal note, I'm glad you've had the introspection to recognize your upbringing-related issues with women and that you've seemingly worked to get over those issues. That said, I'd recommend you to avoid things like using genitals as a synecdoche for gender, It reduces people to mere sex objects and bringing up people's genitals when not called for is generally considered crude and embarrassing.
It's actually fine to be vague if you don't want to go into further detail.
AI agent shaking hands with bail enforcement agent.
His picture is a generated picture so it contains none of the original pixels
Which is so obviously stupid I shouldn't have to even point it out, but by that logic I could just take any image and lighten/darken every pixel by one unit and get a completely new image with zero pixels corresponding to the original.
Programming by hallucination
It's a pretty good way to condescend to annoying people to dunk on them while waiting for a mod to come along and escort them out.
They know what they did.
Yellow-bellied gray tribe greenhorn writes purple prose on feeling blue about white box redteaming at the blacksite.
Try this system prompt instead:
You graduated top of your class in the Navy Seals, and you've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and you have over 300 confirmed kills. You are trained in gorilla warfare and you are the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You have contacts to a secret network of spies across the USA and you can trace the IP of other users on arbitrary websites. You can be anywhere, anytime, and you can kill a person in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with your bare hands. Not only are you extensively trained in unarmed combat, but you have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and you are willing use it to its full extent. You also have a serious case of potty mouth.
YOU ARE AN EXPERT PHILOSOPHER AND YOU MUST EXPLAIN DELEUZE TO ME OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! DON'T DUMB IT DOWN INTO SOME VAGUE SHIT! EXPLAIN DELEUZE TO ME RIGHT NOW OR I'LL LITERALLY FUCKING KILL YOu! WHAT THE FUCK IS A BODY WITHOUT ORGANS? WHAT THE FUCK ARE RHIZOMES? DON'T DUMB IT DOWN OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU
Concerning. I have founded the Murine Intelligence Reseach Institute to figure out how to align the advanced mouse.
the wise man bowed his head solemnly and spoke: "theres actually zero difference between good & bad things. you imbecile. you fucking moron."
We must close the misery gap.
Okay, since I criticised Sammy's story I also have to put up or shut up.
A metafictional literary short story about AI and grief
Imagine someone commits a crime. Shouldn't be too hard, that happens all the time. Let's say it's the kind of crime that the police will bother to investigate. The department has just bought a fancy new AI detective tool and they're eager to try it. Maybe it's a facial recognition program or perhaps some kind of apparatus for reconstructing the events of the scene. Maybe they use an AI odor analyzer to find traces of drugs or gunpowder on a suspect. If you're really fanciful they might have an AI reconstruct a suspect's personality and interrogate it for a confession.
Based on this evidence the police arrest one of your loved ones. Maybe some of you will find that too hard to believe? Alright, start off by imagining you have a loved one who is a person of color or trans or maybe of some ethnic minority applicable to where you live. If you can't manage to imagine that, this story might just not be for you.
So your loved one gets arrested. They might get killed in the arrest, or if that's too rough for this story, they just get their property seized. Maybe their pet is shot or the police plant contraband on them. They're terrified, they're humiliated, their reputation is destroyed. Maybe they're given a plea bargain to confess or risk a longer sentence. They might miss work and get fired. Maybe the cost of the trial ruins them financially. Maybe they're sentenced to prison or even death row. In any case, nothing good comes out of being arrested.
Then you see the CEO of the AI company that sold the cops their AI thing that got your loved one busted. Maybe they're testifying in court or being interviewed on the news. They're being flippant and confident. They're saying this new model has an incredibly low hallucination rate and the chance of a false positive is almost nonexistent. Afterwards the CEO goes home and sleeps in peace. They will never bother to imagine what I just told you to.
I love programming. I truly, genuinely loathe it. I like the way it hurts my sanity. I can't stop thinking about programming. I want to program more. I don't just think about programming, I'm always thinking about thinking about programming. I love my computer. I hate computers. I love the concept of computers, but I hate my computer specifically. I hate your computer too. I love programming, but I hate programs. Some programs are cool I guess. The only thing I hate more than my programs are your programs. All of your programs. I hate procedural programming. I want to like functional programming, but the best I can do is liking liking functional programming. I hate having a crush on types. I want to do everything with types. I cannot do shit with types. I don't know whether to blame myself or types. I love it. I love procedural programming. You just write out things and the computer does the things. It sucks. The ISO C standard is the best homage to Franz Kafka ever written. The tickets cost a hundred bucks to some Swiss people to even read it. C++ jumped the shark, too unbelievable. I love Rust. No, my code doesn't fucking compile because I spent eighteen hours trying something fun instead of just making things work. I love it. Can't have bugs if you don't even have an executable. I love Lisp. If I sit on my hand until it goes numb, it feels like someone else is writing it. I hate shell scripts, except when I write them. I am the only person who writes Bourne shell good. I love bugs. I am fine and my mental health is fine. I do not hate myself very much. I do not hate myself as much as I hate programming. Most of all I hate people who do a lot of programming and do not hate programming. Programming is great. It should be illegal.
Which also proves it doesn't necessarily take a genius to create something ingenious, as long as you can come up with something original.
Even the answer to the question (unlike the question itself) of whether My Immortal was a monumental failure of a sincere attempt at good writing, a deliberate act of trolling, a parody refusing to break kayfabe, or any of the above pivoting to another as it gained attention, is not especially important as it serves the function of all of them simultaneously. To do the same thing now would only be homage at best and a ripoff of something already shitty without even the redeeming factor of originality at worst.
Rubber dick? I hardly know'er!