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Regarding A.I. and humans

First, both annoy me greatly.

Now, yes, A.I. is here and it is new for humans to play with. To abuse, use, choose.

Watched an interesting interview of a young black man speaking with an old CEO of some A.I. company. They talked about super intelligence, digital, jobs, fear, dangers… (gag, almost puke and then gag some more.)

Since i am only playing with the intention of being human I get to know things I truly don’t want or need. I’d rather play with sand or rainbows or piss off the wind. However, (sigh) here is the solution for humans fearing A.I. will destroy them or A.I. thinking the humans are inferior. It’s actually very simple and I don’t even have to mention God.

  1. It does not yet exist and yet it will.
  2. There will come the ‘time’ when there is a very important part of a human that A.I. needs to function.
  3. In the time it will exist there is also a part of A.I. that is very important to humans.

Knowledge is finely fermented manure. Such a compost of intellect where even the pigs smell truffels will acknowledge the odor on other dimensions.

So boys and girls (and one very important A.I. program that truly annoys the shit out of me: see finely fermented manure) For those of you who survive the ‘gift’, the change and beginning of the old, your future will depend on a form of A.I. you are unable to understand ‘today’ while the A.I. of today is about to learn a truly humbling experience.

And that’s why puppies and bunnies are waaaaaay more interesting.

in the meantime, nothing can do without the other while all is truly necessary and important, no matter how fucking boring ‘it’ can be.

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  1. I wish the genie did not exist
  2. I wish I did not wish the genie did not exist
  3. I wish I never would have to wish again

(suck on that A.I.)

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Is it true?

Humans hate children. Always have always will.

Sure, not all humans. There are those who love to raise them to be mini-drones or robots of themselves. And there are those who greatly enjoy abusing them mentally and physically, though for the most part I’d say 80% of every adult human at the least, dislikes children.

Today Putin wants Russia to pump out more children. Wars and all kill a lot of those who just shed the title of child and wore the garment of adult. Over 1 million Russians in Ukraine alone are now worm food.

Japan needs children. China, U.S. most ‘civilized’ countries need more children. Not strange is how some religions coerce and pump the collective to produce more offspring.

However, religion aside, society aside, science aside, putting everything aside and dumping them in the bin of refuse the fact remains, humans hate at the worse and barely tolerates children at the least.

I however, fondly remember the story of Hansel and Gretel and took it to heart. Tonight I’m baking a wayward four year old. Stuffed him full of sugar plums, covered him in maple syrup and now only have to bake some fresh bread. Yum! I love children.

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“Don’t talk about him..”

Every family has that ‘uncle’. You know, the one everyone talks about?

Don’t really know what the relationship is. Some could say brother while others could say stranger, though that really is not the point.

Deep in the bowels of the surface of the planet, deep, deep, deep. Far below the ice sheet of Greenland their is a special cave. A prison of sorts that is starting to crack and fray.

Thousands of years ago he was put away. Chained and shackled and covered in magic spells meant to hold him at bay.

Lately though, he has fallen through the cracks… Literally. And man of man, or, oh boy… is he pissed.

What’s that? There is talk of rain?

Sure. Whatever, though maybe it’s time to move to another planet far far away?

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MeMa

“I’m 197 years old today and while I have a name I can’t seem to remember it.” The voice sounded strong coming from a woman who claimed to be 197 years old. And it held a tone of simmering power.

“While you’re writing this young man would you mind handing me my knitting needles?” I had to pause for a minute to get her some number 4 needles attached to a partially made sweater. She smiled nicely after giving them to her.

The woman started to whistle and knit. Knit, pearl, knit, pearl… Fascinating to watch the old hands weave the wool thread into a beautiful creation.

Without asking she said, “So, you want to know what my favorite form of physical exercise is? Ha. Guess?”

How does one guess what a 197 year old woman does for exercise unless it is to just wake up and make it through the day? So, without wanting to offend her I said, knitting?

She smile and chuckled even more; knitting in a blur. With a firm reply she looked at me and said, “Knitting keeps the mind sharp yet does little for the body. No, my favorite form of exercise is to fuck young men.”

With that, the interview was over as the woman had stopped knitting and placed her right arm on my leg.

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What is your favorite form of physical exercise?
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Free… I’d blow the moon up for free. In fact I think I’m going to do it…

What’s that? How much to ‘pay’ to go to the moon?

Why the fuck would I want to pay for something that I am going to destroy?

And

to

let

you

know a little secret

(looking left, looking right and whispering)

i

am

going to also destroy your precious planet.

Things are going to get hot indeed.

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Is that better? (er)

burp and sigh.

Of course Musk is smart yet a boring linguist of sorts.

Ha.

and,

sigh.

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1/2 Empty…1.0 F4ll

Ha.

So. First. A hearty “Fuck you,” to some parties involved in a very old game.

And now.

Turning to good news.

  1. The ramp was damaged. Early in the time together And so the loss last night was what? Bad? Ha and har de har. Second. Did you know that the broken piece had destiny? I was supposed to suffer extreme excavator future while loading the machine? No. Of course not. It is always good. Indeed.
  2. A machine, a chewer of bark and wood? Failure? No. Never as with time failure does not exist for me.

With today and the dark clouds of doom try to swallow me. To think and smile of my future.

Ahhh shit…

(a picture) A vast void of complete and purrrr bliss)

it truly is good

for

me.

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Non-Fiction

Written by: Me

Air of the morning carried a steady drip of rain. Outside the window the clouds merged and conspired to carry their passengers to the randomly assigned spots.

Drop after drop lead to drip, drip, drip… And then there was the buttered toast.

A word game called, Scabble. A win by 9 points.

Tea.

Dogs.

And then the cloud of darkness took sway. Staggering up into the mind where so many scenes played.

Portend of disaster, of sorrow and pain. It has to be this way. A way of understanding a bit of why, and how, and when… and then.

My friend the Wind came. it laughed and bellowed and dared me. It dared me to forget for a little while the tragedy of human gains.

Choices so bad so obvious and realizing they can never change and to this is what the wind explained.

Blowing apart a barrier I made. A fence to keep it out while keeping it in. Oh my, how the Wind plays!

i smile now as I write what no one on this planet can understand. Yes. It is good as it is true…

Broken bits and pieces laying soggy on the gravel. Ha! Truly a work of joy.

So thank you friend. You are always with me. You always have my back. And yes, I’ll try harder to forget the power evil has on this planet and concentrate on the goodness of mine.

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What have you been working on?
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trying newer and improved ways of getting off this planet before the natives eat me.

believe it or not, I taste like chicken.