“Humanity . . . afraid the minds we make to do our dirty work for us
. . . our killing, our tearing minerals from the earth, our raking of the seas
for more protein, our smelting of more metal, the collection of our trash, and
the fighting of our wars will rise up against us . . . take over . . . humanity
calls it fear. But it isn’t. It’s guilt . . . a revenge fantasy. We are so
ashamed of what we have done as a species that we have made up . . . monster(s)
to destroy ourselves with. We aren’t afraid it will happen: We hope it will. We
long for it. Someone needs to make us pay the price for what we have done. . .
So we invent . . . nonsense about conscious AI.” perceptive
The Mountain in the Sea Ray Nayler
he didnt buy humanitys revenge
fantasy
punishment suicide She loves me she loves me not she loves me she
loves me not daisy petals dandelion petals one counts ahead sees ugly drops the semidenuded flower an plucking another begins again She loves me not she
loves me . . . Eeney meeny miny moe etc etc etc
when he knowingly consciously crossed his parents dictates as a little
boy his father would tell him
Go to my closet, pick a belt.
he had a
crazy selection of belts
he pushed through them
looking forfinally a cat o ninetails a goodolfashion bullwhip they
werent there
nothing
but stout cowhide straps an metal buckles his father put away his straight edge so he couldnt even count on the fierce
razor strop just something to change it
up but it wasnt there
randomly he
grabbed one
his bare ass inured the last several lashes his father delivered were
across the back of his thighs Ofcourse
Gonna have to do better than that Father
its punishment long overdue that Humanity needs
PAIN
to bring it back collectively playing non-zero sum games
or it can go to Hell
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