#Automation singularity

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

I think I'd rather snap my own neck than apply to another job.

[vanishingmoments]

v excited because i'm reaching the point in factorio where shits about to get truly deep

[cherryblossomshadow]

#oh look it's my feelings about the current AI boom #automation can improve life if the wealthy and powerful are not the ones that controls what gets automated #and if we let go of the notion of the 40 hour workweek (tags courtesy of @zanzibarhamster)

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This and also respect work that humans enjoy doing. Creative work, problem solving, working with plants and animals and other people, raising a family or caring for elders, etc. Let us thrive in work that is fulfilling and find the time to do so thanks to the automation that assists us. (comment courtesy of @rum-and-shattered-dreams)

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This is literally what the actual source-of-the-name Luddites advocated. It is in fact what they lived Centuries of improvement in loom technology slowly reduced the working hours of weavers down from something like 50 hours a week to something more like low 30s.

What changed was that business entrepreneurs realized they could make incredibly low quality cloth with machine looms which didn’t require any more still than a child could have. So in places where the regulations were weak, they enslaved orphan children and force them to work 16-hour days pretty soon low quality cloth which they use the variety of false pretenses and unethical fiscal strongarming to sell it as if it was worth the same as high quality cloth.

This wasn’t even particularly effective, the vast majority of those machine room owners went out of business. But it was an enticing enough possibility for the capitalists in Britain that entire regions saw so many people go out of work that there was widespread starvation. The quality of cloth went down and never came back up, modern cloth is still of lower quality than the handmade stuff used to be despite the ostensibly higher threadcount (threadcount is not the end all be all of quality). And the amount of human labor involved is not actually substantially reduced. The limitations of machine weaving mean that more sewing is necessary than ever, and all of that is done by hand in sweatshops.

The Luddites absolutely had the right idea, and they lived it. Their work wasn’t always easy, but by and large they described liking their lives, feeling a sense of pride in their trade, and had good qualities of life. And they sunk the benefits of their productivity, as technology improved, into a combination of reduced work hours and better quality of life. (Though it is important to note that as being a weaver improved in terms of job quality the work was increasingly transferred out of women’s spheres and into men’s spheres. This was not a social structure devoid of oppression.)

So yeah. Read Blood In The Machine if you want to know more it’s a really good book. (comment courtesy of @crazy-pages)

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Yep. "Luddite" is a term of ridicule only in the sense that socialist, communist or union are: they were opposed to the enshittification of their day, and wanted the advancement of human knowledge and productivity to go towards reducing the burdens of life rather than into some murderer's pocket. (comment courtesy of @aquietwhyme)

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Absolutely.

It even plugs into Calvinism: Very little of what we call work brings us any closer to the Kingdom of God. But doing math? making art? gardening? running institutions justly and fairly? That's not only work, it's the best and most productive kind. And if it's something you love, you'll do it better, longer, than if you were just worried about having your family on your health insurance policy.

In addition, there are a lot of good and necessary jobs that are poorly regarded and badly compensated. That needs to change. The idea that the people we need should be treated poorly, and the people we don't should be abundantly rewarded, comes from diseased thinking. (comment courtesy of @raleigh-straight)

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Yes, but the idea that leisure is wrong and that we must work constantly is driven largely by religion. That's where the concept is leisure as a sin comes from.

Every time I've heard someone dismiss the concept of a universal basic income, shorter work weeks, or any plan that would reduce how much people are forced to work, the excuses are always based in the persons faith. That we must work or we inevitably will fall to sin and do bad things. Or however they want to rephrase the concept.

That's the dragon we must slay first, if we want to find a path to a better world. (comment courtesy of @thenightgaunt)

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It’s stunning, in archaeology, to realize that if you find a place which would have been accessible to people 10,000 years ago, and which has by whatever chance been preserved since that time, there’s a high chance that you will find art from that time.

Now, it’s possible that people back then were very selective about where they put their art, certainly. But it beggars the imagination, it does, to think that they only saw fit to chip rock petroglyphs in an inhospitable desert, only made paintings in a handful of caves, only scratched out their memories in tucked-away rock shelters.

It seems vastly more likely that, given time and opportunity, people simply made art as often as they could. That there is an inherent impulse to learn, grow, and create; anything other than those things should be viewed as a distraction.

Yet, in our modern times, while in theory we could easily exist in considerable luxury, instead there are those who make great effort to assure the majority of people devote the majority of their time to toil, for no tangible value to anyone at all. One might even go so far as to suggest that the actual goal of this is to blunt that human desire to grow and create. That what they truly fear is a world in which every person is free to pursue beyond the needs of food and shelter and health, to contribute to humanity in a way which has the potential to change our world rather than merely maintaining it. (comment courtesy of @hasufin)

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Based on historical evidence that we do have, I see no reason to think that pre-historical people who were as human as we are, biologically, wouldn't have done the same things as we do, re: art all over. So yeah, they probably did paint outside and carve trees and decorate trade routes and whatever, but it's just the hidden away stuff that's lasted this long*.

I 100% believe that squashing that impulse is baked into how we're currently living now, same as how schools work is meant to train up good employees rather than people who know how to think and learn well, etc.

if time travel is ever invented, I want someone to go back and check this for me, and take pictures. I bet they hung things from trees and painted way-markers and carved totems and painted themselves and all sorts of stuff. (comment courtesy of @samiholloway)

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Don't forget how addictive control over the lives of people is. (comment courtesy of @antarctica-starts-here)

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[Image 1 ID: A quote by Lord Robert Skidelsky, Emeritus Professor of Political Economy at the University of Warwick.

If one machine can cut necessary human labour by half, why make half the workforce redundant, rather than employing the same number for half the time? Why not take advantage of automation to reduce the average working week from 40 hours to 30, and then to 20, and then to 10, with each diminishing block of labour time counting as a full-time job? This would be possible if the gains from automation were not mostly seized by the rich and powerful, but were distributed fairly instead. Rather than try to repel the advance of the machine, which is all that the Luddites could imagine, we should prepare for a future of more leisure, which automation makes possible. But, to do that, we first need a revolution in social thinking.

/end ID]

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[Image 2 ID: A quote by Buckminster Fuller, 1970

We must do away with the absolutely specious notion that everybody has to earn a living It is a fact today that 1 in 10,000 can make a technological breakthrough capable of supporting all the rest We keep inventing jobs because of this false idea that everybody must be employed at some kind of drudgery because, according to Malthusian-Darwinian theory, we must justify our right to exist The true business of people should be to go back to school and think about whatever it was they were thinking about before somebody came along and told them they have to earn a living

/end ID]

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[Image 3 ID: Two panel comic of a man in front of a workplace full of robots operating the computers. In the first panel, the man is crouched over on the curb, bemoaning:

Damn, a robot took over my job! Now I have to look for a new source of monetary income…

In the second panel, the man has his arms raised to the heavens triumphantly crowing:

Yay! A robot took over my job! Now I am free to actually enjoy life!

/end ID]

[wat3rm370n]

People need to crowd out the pro-industry political consultants.

Dem politicians are listening to political consultants when they should be listening to their constituents, and we need to tip that math in the other direction.

This David Shor is a Democratic party political consultant. This means your representatives are listening to people like this if you're not up in their business on a regular basis making your constituent preferences known. They will assume that the artists with skilled work and your skyrocketing water bill is just "quibbles" and that the techno-rapture "singularity" preached by right-wing tech tycoons and their gurus is a real thing.

David Shor @davidshor · May 30 It’s crazy that the spectre of fully automated luxury gay space communism is upon us and the most anyone on the left has to say about it is some quibbles over artist IP and water consumption frances meek @MeekFrances · May 30 the water consumption seems important David David Shor @davidshor · May 30 The water consumption thing is fake seangoedecke.com Talking to ChatGPT costs 5ml of water, not 500ml Summarizing a whole lot of internet argument about the water usage impact of language models frances meek @MeekFrances No, it isn’t. Can’t wait until an AI can tell Democrats nothing matters for a living though. 6:49 PM · May 30, 2025

If the water consumption issue is “fake” why are data center owners going to court to try to keep the water consumption a secret?

And it's not just the computers themselves, it's that these data centers have to be power plants, to power the computers. (Or they're situated next to power plants, though even with that they still come with ill effects.) And the power plants may use water as well. Nuclear power plants sure use water, that’s why they’re built on rivers or coasts.

There was a meeting of the Nuclear Regulatory Commission on restarting Three Mile Island recently. That's the nuclear power plant near Harrisburg Pennsylvania that melted down in 1979 in the worst nuclear disaster in US history, and which is slated to be restarted for the sole purpose of powering a data center (not providing alternative energy to the community). At this meeting there was an opponent to the plans who said that just for two nuclear power plants on the Susquehanna River, the water demand is the equivalent of half the rivers daily flow. I'm not surprised Peter Hall at Penn Capital-Star didn't dig into this to fact check at all, he's dropped the ball in science news before, but he's all we got covering this unfortunately.

I recounted this in a livestream of The Letterhack Presents, stipulating that I hadn't found corroboration on that yet. I also had misspoke when I said it was half the river’s flow for 3 nuclear power plants on the Susquehanna River, the guy opposing the Three Mile Island restart had actually said that just the 2 were already using half the river’s flow. So then I tried to fact check this myself, but I'm not really up to the task of this amount of conversions & math, but it is possible to figure this out. The Union of Concerned Scientists said that: "the typical 1,000 Mwe nuclear power reactor with a 30ºF ∆T needs approximately 476,500 gallons per minute." And the USGS Susquehanna River at Harrisburg monitoring has an option to see the flow of the river, but it's expressed as a daily median of cubic feet per second, and that varies.

But the nuclear plants are actually beside the point anyway because Karen Hao did extensive research on the water issue for the book Empire of AI, and she found, just like other reports on data centers have found, the water needed to cool the computers in the data center is substantial. And again, if it wasn't any big deal – why did Google make a municipal water utility sign an NDA to keep the water consumption of the data center a secret, and why did the municipality spend so much money in court to protect that secret?

And does David Shor work for the Democratic Party and Democratic politicians really? Or does he simply feed certain information to Democrats? Because I don't know why you'd want to misrepresent this issue in such an obvious way.

So even though I can't figure out the river flow math, I can figure out that David Shor's assertions just don't add up.

[scriptingthewhy]

AI Autonomy: Pros and Cons

AI-generated image. “I am better than you in every way.” The Great AI Takeover: Dream or Dystopian Nightmare? A Call for Collaborative Futures As an AI enthusiast residing in somewhere in the crazy United States, I often find myself pondering the frontiers of artificial intelligence. One particularly fascinating, albeit potentially unsettling, question is: when, if ever, would it be a good idea…

[theeditorandnarratorcollaborate]

GABBLER RECOMMENDS: Broey Deschanel's 'Severance, Mickey 17, and the "Digital Double"'

The doubles mentioned here are statements on capitalism and argued to be acceptances of AI (or The Other in general?). But may I suggest a version of a double that wasn’t forced onto someone because of capitalism and is more so a statement on trans-humanism? 

[redcherrykook]

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↳ ❝ [ vampire!Jungkook universe] ❞

✎ summary: he´s observant, watches his prey like an experienced predator, but in 125 years of age, Jungkook had never craved someone as much as you. he had to have you.

note from cherry: warning!! Stalking., obsessive jungkook, crazy PATHETICALLY DOWN BAD jungkook. part one of our sexy obssessed stalker vampire. We love him here. Mini slow burn? Idk.

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In the habitual sunday walk through the lush emerald park, the birds accompany your rhythmic heartbeat with their singing. Sunday matchas always taste better once the sun reverts to glow dimly at the horizon, dissappearing goodbye in a tortuously slow departure.

You were never fond of the sunsets as you were sunrises, steadily feeling a clench in your heart at something as radiant as the sun taking it's might to part from the world, vowing to greet you in the early hours of life's next morning. But in the unleashing dark, sometimes the return of the sun felt uncertain.

Almost ashamed to admit it- on rare, eerie occasion, you still feared the ominous that roams empty streets at dead hours way past midnight. Unlike a fairytale or a badly written horror novel- these creatures found themselves in every nook and cranny. Every slither of space, you were brought up to fear them. Never walk alone after sunset. Never look behind the treeline if you felt the presence of their piercingly colorful eyes stalking you every little step.

The world has become much less judgmental nowadays.

"Matcha latte to go?"

The fair skinned man calls out from behind the counter. His purple eyes dull of boredom in typical barista fashion, the smile he shoots you no less polite, although small, pointy fangs flash from it's corners.

"Thank you -" your eyes flicker to his nametag, "Nathaniel. Here's your tip, have a nice day" you reply, automated in that slightly raised frequency you twinge when talking to a stranger.

Your steps take you back through the way you walked initially, crunching on the freshly breeze grass beneath your soles, tracing the familiar route back to your apartment.

It had become utterly familiar to him too. The route was the same- sunday after sunday. On occasion during the week- mostly during exam season, when your body called for an added fuel.

He may have gotten used to the steps he took, synchronizing them alongside your own. However, he'd never get used to your pink lips cupping the straw in their little hold. How you sip the drink with the innocents of a little dove, unaware of the shudders that go through his body, stirr in his abdominal region.

It had captured him wholly. Unexpectedly but calculated nonetheless.

It must have been planned. Seeing your precious little blush, the shirt that snuck up your torso as you put back a book into the raking shelve of the bookstore he works at. It must have been no less than fate, the blood red string of fate that is tugging his nervoussystem in your direction. Letting something awaken inside of him- something of his roots. Akin to his nature- to taunt him of his designation, the realization that he was not merely a simple man.

And his madness grew with each breath of air that filled your lungs. Even when he wasn't around to watch you take them, as long as you inhale the same oxgyen- he craved to breathe you in as though you were his source of essentials.

Chance encounters don't exist- not in 125 years has it happend to him, not a singular interaction devoid of purpose or contrary, filled to the brink with the naked, uncanny urge to engulf this very thing into his chest. That's how he knew you were his calling.

"Hey, sorry, you dropped this"

He taps on your shoulder, unguarded, you spin around, glancing at his face, down his large, faintly colorless hand that held something dear to you.

In the midst of beautifully ordinary walk, you hadn't noticed the drop of your keys.

"Oh god- thank you. That could have ended badly" you offer a small giggle, airy, light. He tries to not let his eyes roll back at the melody, handing you your keys with an aching heart. Soon enough- he told himself- soon enough he will get to enter your space.

"Yeah. Cute guy you got on there. Has he got a name?"

The little, blue bow adorned monchichi keychain catches your eye for a second before they naturally wander up to his deep red eyes. They glint slightly, taking notice of his pointed fangs that he charmingly flashes through a grin.

"Mocha" your answer is polite, small. He knew better than to pry too deep, settles to hum,

"Mocha" he recites, tilts his head the slightest bit, "I think ive seen you at my bookshop before. But i never got to know your name, pretty?"

The instant he asked, he wanted to answer this question for you in place of his theatrically put on questioning expression. Replace it with genuine lust in his voice as he lets the syllables of your name roll over his tongue, just like he's been chanting them in the dark- when no one's watching - when there's no eyes to graze the beautiful sinner he's become once his stiff cock stands proudly in his hand.

You tell him your name regardless. How could you have known that the shadow who seems to follow you around, internalized it like a favourite poem all along.

You were oblivious to his ways, clueless even. He failed to hold back a miniscule slip of tongue, wetting the metal ring in the corner of his pale rose lips.

"Thats a beautiful name. I'm Jungkook"

You bless him with your little giggle for another time, remarking in your head about how easy it was to talk to the handsome creature. The one who's face had been burned into your imagination for quite some time now, tucked away into some box, beneath the litters of faces you've seen at the morisaki bookshop.

"Suits you"

"Is that good?" he asks, showing of his signature grin to which you nod,

"Its elegant"

"Vampires tend to be" he says, vaguely gesturing to your cup, "You like matcha? I could treat you to one, if you like?"

Satisfaction courses through his bloodstream at the airbrushed pink that dusts your cheeks, taking note of the way your pointy gel nails fiddle slightly with your jeanpocket,

Alongside the pleasure, relief floods him in it's soothing tide- he had finally uttered the sentence he meticulously practiced to say over and over again- watch his micro expressions in his reflection to tweak each subtle give away, enhance every unique feature he held within those constructed words.

"I'd like that" you reply, choosing a demure answer that attempts to hide your attraction to Jungkook, your girlish excitement at meeting him again.

"Same time next week?"

Succumbing to his natural charm was inevitable. Nothing could have prepared you for the lull in his voice, how every word he pronounced sounded like those of an ancient spell. The strike in his unusually colored eyes differed so drastically from the fairness of his flawless skin. It was drowning you in its hues.

Jungkook walked home with a use of his speed inflicted upon the pace of a human step. The sight of your lips trembling slightly as you gave him your number, the one he had memorized weeks ago, still playing in his mind's eye like a movie. It would become his favourite memory until he created more explicited ones- though he grew acustom to cumming at the simple sound of your name in his head- spoken by his own voice, now blissfully interchanged with the way you offered it to him earlier.

Patience is a virtue he had mastered inescapably, it grew into his life through vicious blessings, beautiful curses. 24 hours that multiply and blend into unexciting memories.

All strings had gotten loose upon your arrival. How would he be able to await another seven days without seeing you, without hearing you pronounce mundane words or viewing your camera app being opened over a little flower on the pavement.

He couldn't wait, no matter how much patience he had.

His shadow casts itself behind the many cars parking up your street, he zones in on your surroundings- the little shoulder look you give in the dark, as if to spot anything that could endanger you. It made his heart wrench,

"I'd never let you get hurt" he whispers to himself, watching the cold air manifest into transparent smoke as he speaks.

You rattle your keys, unlock the shabby apartment door with stiff fingers, suffering the low temperatures. From your peripheral, it almost looked like a blow- a gust of wind running by your side.

But when you turn around with hitched breath, its empty.

Jungkook exhaled once your figure disappeared into the building. Carelessy, he swung by, wanting to get just an inch closer, an inch away from having his highly receptive senses flooded with your gentle scent. For his yearning heart to get a fraction of gratification.

The closer he is, the more he needs to have. It clouds him like the smoke of a stormy night, rips him into the unknown, the unexplored and hidden desires of digging his teeth into the graceful skin of your neck.

Sunday finally comes around, the end of the week igniting him with a new flame. He'd been painfully dragging himself around in those remaining hours, holding himself back from standing in front of your bedroom window to watch you pick out your outifit, pace around nervously like you did before meeting with your friends on Wednesday nights. A tradition of getting cocktails at least twice a month, you appeared lovely, casual even. But jungkook saw it all behind the curtain of effortlessness, the pile of discarded outfits, your hairbrush thrown on your bed in frustration. The sweet, winged eyeliner that took three songs and four retries to draw on. He'd seen it all, every inch of your skin as you try on dress after skirt, shirt after blouse, no matter how much he restrained himself to avert his gaze.

Now, he's seeing you approach from afar, walking tentatively in the beautifully dim sunlight.

He skips a few steps to be in your vicinity quicker- you blink confused, before breaking out into a small laughter.

"Right, you can do that"

He returns your smile, his heart races at the sight of you so close to him, so attainable.

"Its pretty efficient"

You hum, tracking your gaze from the top of his pierces eyebrow, down his plump lips, taking your line of sight down the contours of his sharp jaw before your focus shifts on the unbuttoned top part of his silky black shirt. His prominent collarbones peak out just enough to make you elicit a barely audible sigh,

In his mind, he's been drifting to your bedroom, to his hands that let the pretty grey fabric graciously fall down the dips of your figure.

"You look really pretty, grey suits you"

Jungkook's smoothe voice guides you through the rest of the joint night.

Along his gentle nature, there is some sort of belonging. A shiver of closeness that runs down your back, even when it's just his knuckles that gingerly bump yours while you walk around the blooming trail. You catch him from time to time, in the midst of your conversation, how he lets himself wander off in thought a bit, yet, he's attentive, responsive, dancing the line of being completely entranced by the string of words leaving your lips.

"Youre easy to talk to" you tell him truthfully while throwing away the empty cup. He chuckles a little,

"Yeah? Well, you make me feel comfortable, i think thats why"

"I do? I feel like i'm so awkward" you chuckle- honestly, maybe you were a bit awkward. Trying your hardest not to let him pay and telling bad jokes about his vampire qualities that he'd probably been told multiple times before. Nothing shy from enticing in his eyes.

"I think youre adorable"

"You're way too honest. Is that a vampire thing?"

His hand brushes a little strand away from your face, stalled in front of the acquainted doorstep of your apartment. The soft hair glides through his slender fingers like liquid gold. From the back of his throat, a small groan of approval sounds,

"No, but I'm bad at lying anyways"

Your lips curve into a grin, mirroring his expression. The thumping in your chest rings so loudly, you're almost sure he's able to pick up the frequency with his immaculate hearing. Its a pounding you haven't yet felt before. It may be the deep night around you- adding to his sexy mystique, the way his eyelids seemed to drop the least bit, following the lure of the moon.

"When can I see you again?" He asks with a quiet, breathy tone. Goosebumps threathen to plaque his dull skin as you bite into the corner of your lip,

"Whenever you want. Just.. text me"

He nods, "Okay pretty"

With that, you smile and disappear into the walls of your home.

Jungkook exhales a long, deep breath. His eyes fall closed, body slumping against a nearby tree. Utter delight crashes his head, grounds him into the world that he is slowly, meticulously creating for you to be part of. For you to be the sun of.

Similarly, you collapse right against the closed door. Smiling stupidly like a giddy teenage girl, running your hand through your hair, you break into a fit of giggles. Immediately pulling your phone out to text your best friend about what had just happend in the last long, dreamy hours.

But before you get the chance to click on her chat log, a message lights up your screen,

Jungkook >.< : cant wait to see you again

He bites back a smile, the reflection of you getting excited over his text dances in his pupils as he stands off to the side of your slightly parted curtains,

"good night sweetheart" he mumbles, gradually turning back to resort back into his own home.

Messages like these had crept their way into your normal days.

Good morning texts, little things that reminded you of each other- mentions of movies to watch together or selfies with meaningless captions like "hard work day :( " decorated your chat in extensive loads. Despite not much time having past since the first date, time has acquired another meaning in its entirety. So much so that you find yourself aimlessly wandering inside a grocery store after suggesting Jungkook should come over for dinner.

He slipped into your life with ease, fitting into a space that seemed to be cut out just for him, and how much you adored him was almost embarrassing to admit.

You had never invited him to your home before, but he didn't mention it. Instead, he typed back that he'd be there at 7 pm, until he remembered that he isnt supposed to know your exact address- quickly adding the question onto his last message.

His breath quickens the instant he's greeted with you facing him, the tulips in his hand feel heavy all of a sudden, wanting nothing more but to drop them and engulf you into his selfish hands instead.

"Come in kook", while wrapping your arms around his taller frame, you can sense the way he tenses, his busy hand clenches the boquet with restrained power, the other one makes it to your back, carefully pulling you into his chest. He inhales your scent in pure ecstasy, button nose nudging the top of your freshly shampooed head.

Once inside- he's looking around the confined space with curious eyes. As many times as he had seen glimpses, being on the other side of your windows felt like a perverted secret. After hours of studying your schedule, analyzing common places, people, interests that are woven into your life, he would finally solidify himself as the most important.

Lucky was an understatement. Jungkook felt blessed- divinely touched to be able to move around the four walls of his angel- his very own godsend gift. His, only his.

The sigh he lets out almost serves as a way to release his overflowing happiness into the atmosphere, let go of his orchestrated hours that took him to his destination- you.

"Pretty place" he compliments, watching you pick out a vase for your favourite type of flowers, "hm, thank you. I love tulips, crazy how you picked them" you say, sparkling innocently as your fingers adjust the petals,

"Good guess right?"

The air thickens with his approaching steps, his aura carries itself over you, there's an undeniable chemistry brewing between you. Presents itself in the quickening of your heartbeat, the tension in his beautifully otherwordly features.

"No garlic i hope?" he jokes, pointing to the ingredients spread on the counter. The thin fabric of your tanktop collides with his cotton tshirt, his muscular arm holding onto the cupboard in front of you. The yearning inside of you leads you to turn around, facing him and essentially, trapping yourself between the kitchen island and his steady body.

Perfect, he thinks.

"Very funny" you giggle, looking up into the deep red you would never get used to. Its mesmerizing to see the color intensify from time to time.

Jungkook reaches his hand out to take your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up into his direction. His face is relaxed but the slight quiver of his lips, as if holding back from letting his canine teeth dart out, doesn't get past your observing eyes.

It doesn't get past him either, how you seemed to nibble on your lip a little, taking deeper inhales with the duration of his gentle touch.

"You're so pretty" he mumbles, growing an inch closer to your face with patience. The proximity makes his blood heat up, he barely has the chance to touch you before every single thought of raw and uncontrollable desire overtakes him,

Your gaze flickers down to his parted lips, the lip ring shines with a slight coat of saliva and you wish for nothing more than a deep collision, just as jungkook craves the taste of you all over his tongue.

As much as he has his instincts under control, he cannot deprive himself any longer.

Rationality vanishes from his thoughts- as his lips press gently against yours, he begins moaning in pure satisfaction. A slight taste of you was all he ever dreamed of having- but he should have known better than that. There was no way of not needing more- he had to have you, taste you, kiss and claim everything you had to give him.

The deep moan makes you whimper into the now passionate kiss- hands having found their way into his tousled hair, tugging at the roots with care. His lips clash to yours over and over, nipping at your bottom lip, licking over it to ask for premission.

You grant it to him immediately, the need to get as close as possible is indescribable, it is more than desire, more than a feeling or a simple word, you pull him in deeper and he whines at your desperation, seeing himself mirrored in you.

"Taste so fucking good. I need you, i need you so goddamn much" he groans against your lips- tongue pushing and tangling with your own, his hands wander up and down your sides as if to soothe himself, holding on to his control for all he's worth.

He steadies himself by breaking the kiss for a breath of air with his forehead meeting yours in a moment of isolation. It was hasty, messy and nonetheless perfect. He craved more, longed for another taste.

You're the first to break the silence, barely letting the words run past your lips in the midst of hightend breathing,

"I like you so much"

He doesn't recall when he last felt this intense amount of pleasure, he doesn't waste another breath on words, kissing you with newfound but always present lust, exploring the softness of your skin hidden beneath the tanktop- his shaky fingers itch at the brief shiver that passes through you- wanting to make you shiver again and again,

"You have no idea how crazy i am about you" he mutters while shifting his attention to kiss along your jaw, his mouth remains open and wet against your skin- running his tongue down your neck so, so gently.

The validity behind those words are something he cannot bear open to you in this moment- but he swore to himself he would eventually.

It takes all his willpower not to sink his pointy teeth into the delicate skin, feeling the pulse running wild like it was begging him to bite.

"Wanna make you feel so good"

Moans of his name fall from your lips, he recriporates each one with needy whimpers of his own, working to touch and worship whatever he has beneath his hands at the moment- already tugging at the bottom of your shirt, before you register it, its lying on the tile floor,

"Hold tight sweetheart"

The nickname adds to the heat pooling in your underwear- supported by simply one of his hands, a reminder of his inhumane strength. You´re lifted to the kitchen island, sitting with your thighs open for him to stand between. The thick bulge that's been present from the moment his lips met yours presses against you every so slightly- providing both of you with tiny amounts of pressure.

His lips run down invisible paths to your bra covered chest, submitting to his urges like a man devoid of free will- of any power.

"Wanna bite you s'bad" he rasps, unfastening your bra and attaching his plump lips to your stiffend bud, rolling the oppsite one in his skilled fingertips,

Institutiavely, your thighs clench around his hips, seeking more friction at the thought of his pretty fangs snaking into your skin. Jungkook completely surrounded you with his scent, his words, his presence.

Serving justice to all the mysteries and tales about his kind- his passion, his groans, his possessive hands are far to good to be the ones of a weak human man- his teeth ghost over you and in that instant, he becomes everything.

"You can- just not - mhmm- too hard"

Interrupted by your own noises of satisfaction, the words come out without any fear. Replaced by the sheer pleasure he lays upon your body, the look of desire in his features as he keeps grabbing, kissing, moaning for you.

He looks at you through his lashes, mouth leaving your chest wet and glistening, his lips are swollen as they breathe out his next words,

"You're a dream, my beautiful angel"

His lips return to your neck, suctioning harsher than previously, grazing the sharpness with every sloppy suck of your skin- and when he finally, ever so slightly indulges in sinking his teeth in- you make the most wonderful noise to him.

The moans of your name fall from his lips naturally, like a continuous prayer to your body, letting his fingers toy with your breasts- allowing his teeth to leave little lovebites in pretty shades of red spread across your neck.

"Youre so pretty, the prettiest angel" he whispers lovingly, gliding his fingers down your arm while admiring his work of art.

His skin burned- burned with the helpless devotion he cannot restrict.

"You´re mine, you´re mine angel all mine, do you understand?"

Posession creeps into the kisses to your stomach- he is touching you, his hands are the ones wandering your body, his lips are the ones marking up near every inch that falls victim to him, but it hardly registers in his head because you scratch along his muscular back- nodding without a doubt in mind,

"Feels so good- oh fuck jungkook please"

You whine- you whine for him and it gets him to nuzzles his nose into your slick lace panties, inhaling deeply to submerge himself in your femininity,

"Anything you want, im gonna fucking worship you baby. Gonna make you come until you beg me to stop"

Jungkook hooks his large hands on the underside of your thighs, kneeling in front of you as though he was actually praying to you- letting your legs dangle over his broad shoulders.

The sight of your wet folds, red and swollen clit all due to him- all in front of his very own diluted eyes made him salivate, he marked your entire thighs with deep red and purple bruises that you met with loud moans, trembling throughout your body- wandering until it´s coming out in your whiney tone of voice that kept asking for him- asking as if he wouldn't burn down the world for you.

"My pretty little pussy, look at that, look at how wet you are for me"

It was so overstimulating to him, hightend all his feelings, blurred his extensive vision at the first drop of your slick on his greedy, relentless tongue.

"Fucking angelic- taste so good" he whines into your pussy- laps and laps at the stickyness with vigour and precision when licking a long strip up to circle your clit.

In between closing your eyes, your droopy sight caught vision of jungkook sitting there, hugged by your thighs, his eyes framed with disshevld strands, glazed and cloudy- mouth wet with messy pleasure smeared along his skin.

"Mhh- kook- you look so hot like this"

The praise thrills him- diving into your need with the large overcast of his own, his cock twitching and aching so badly beneath the blue jeans but somehow- being on his knees for you, listening to your beautiful voice call out for him- it was better than any contact he ever dreamed to experience before.

His eyes roll back into his head upon the arrival of your first orgasm- overcoming you with a loud cry, your thighs clamp around his head, trap him there like you dreaded the separation as much as he did.

"Kook- fuck- ohhh fuck"

You shook, plead for more and his tongue obeyed, thrusting the wet muscle into you fast, his thumb rubbing tight circles on the throbbing pearl of your crying cunt,

"Good girl, good, good girl, come for me- let this pussy know who's it is"

He heard the second high before he saw it- the broken sob, the sniffling that send shocks into his constricted cock, made it beg for attention. It worsened as he glanced up,

"god baby- so fucking cute" he groans so loudly, smashing his lips to your cunt - sucking harshly on your oversensitive clit that endured so much of his suckling and gnawing.

Your moans continue to flow, changing into meek cries of his name, the pearly tears roll down your reddend cheeks ending on your quivering lips that are now covered in the salty liquid.

And at the thought of tasting them, oh so pathetically, Jungkook's cock pulses angrily - leaks with cum all over himself, coating his length in warm, milky pleasure, meeting the sensation of your tangy sweetness blessing his mouth.

"ahh.. mhh.." you stumble out, slowly dropping the slight grinding on his numb and swollen lips, just as jungkook pants and whimpers, having finished untouched- because pleasing you was his priority, his greatest achievement- and he hasn´t even gotten to feeding you every inch of his cock, hasn´t even seen it disappear into your tight, pulsing pussy,

"oh angel, you´re so beautiful, so good, did so so good baby" his lips run his trails back and forth on your thighs, calming their shaking with the addition of his big hands stroking your hips,

You tug at his shoulder and he recieves the silent question, bringing his body up to stand upward, dazed and bathing in your afterglow

It doesn´t take long for your eyes to find the wet patch,

"See that? All because of you. All yours" he says, pulling you into him by the small of your back, like a puzzlepiece, your hands wrap around his shoulders- both of you relish in the company of one another,

How right it truly felt to be held by his magical hands,

To meet his lips in another soft kiss, tasting the remains of yourself on him.

It was right,

He had done absolutely everything in and beyond his power to secure that, now that he had it in his grasp, black and white,

He would always make sure it stays that way, even if it meant digging his teeth into your neck until you bled.

[telamonisms]

✦PEBBLING✦

You had no idea on how or why it had started, one day you're working your 9 to 5 job as a cashier at quite possibly the most normal store there is, the next the God of War and Wrath himself walks in like it's just another Tuesday and makes his way to the frozen chicken nuggets, you staring in shock and confusion the whole time, only being snapped out of it by the sound of several bags dropping in front of you, ready to be scanned as Telamon simply stared with his everpresent unnerving smile.

You, determined to follow good customer service practice, scan every bag before giving him the total with a smile of your own and spewing out the automated corporate line about thanking the customer and telling them to come back as the Deity made his way out.

You expected not to see him again, thinking that the literal descent of a God to your humble work place just to grab some chicken nuggies was a one time only thing. On your part, you were content that you probably had an entirely original experience, which made his visit next day all the more puzzling.

He did just the same as the day before, though this time as you scanned the nuggets, he kept his head curiously tilted to the side.

The day after he came back, it was all the same except with the added of little chirps and general bird noises that you thought sounded like he was curious.

Later that day, after your shift was over and you left, ready to walk your way home, Telamon drops down from a tree and begins to make casual conversation with you.

You were surprised and confused but ended up going along with him, unsure of what else to do.

Over the next few weeks you'd somehow managed to become friends with Telamon and a little bit longer after that he'd started bringing you things.

A fruit, a "cool" stick, some pleasantly smooth pebbles, someone's stolen sandwich, one time he brought you someone's pet dog, you then had to explain to him that you couldn't accept someone's pet and eventually he begrudgingly returned it.

A coulple of months into this new oh so confusing behavour, just before he had to leave to HQ for work, he pulled you asides and under the shade of a flowering tree, Telamon plucked a singular feather of one of his wings and, with a smile far too gentle to belong to the very God of War and Wrath, he placed the feather behind your ear, making sure it sat nicely and visible before resting his taloned hand on your cheek, softly cupping your face as he looked you in the eyes.

"He gifts you one of his feathers, isn't Telamon's kindness ever so boundless?"

You were rendered speechless by the softness of the moment and just as you managed to recover, he spread his wings and took to the skies, making his way to the very top floor of the Roblox HQ.

You think you now know what all of thouse random gifts were.

Maybe you should get a book on bird courting...

✦Short and sweet. Nobody asked for this one, but I do love to indulge myself. Hopefully you all find this read enjoyable as well.

[mckitterick]

"artificial intelligence" (so-called today by corporations developing LLMs) will continue to develop and grow over the coming years, because automation, search, sorting, and so forth are very attractive - not just for corporations hoping to profit from their use, but for everyone who seeks greater productivity and less tedious labor

however, true artificial intelligence - strong AI or AGI, artificial general intelligence, like our minds - is still a ways off... but still highly probable to arise by the commonly projected date of 2040 or so

in his 1993 essay, "What is the Singularity?" mathematician and science-fiction author Vernor Vinge discusses the coming Technological Singularity, arguing that:

"We are on the edge of change comparable to the rise of human life on Earth. The precise cause of this change is the imminent creation by technology of entities with greater than human intelligence."

based on history and projections that have held up over the past 30 years, he says, "I'll be surprised if this event occurs before 2005 or after 2030."

in his "Dawn of the Singularity" timeline, tech-futurist Ray Kurzweil puts the emergence of AGI in 2045 - surprisingly late, considering his optimism on the subject

clearly we didn't create true artificial intelligence in 2005, and almost certainly haven't since (though one must never discount advances in secret corporate or military labs). but if computer development continues along its path so far, machines will certainly exceed many human capabilities very soon

and combining the powers in which computers already surpass us - especially storage, search, etc - machine-augmented human minds will very soon vastly outpace our current limitations

the debate raging in popular culture right now about "AI" LLMs and their future (especially their economics) is far less relevant longer-term than what will truly transform civilization over the next decade or two

once thinking machines emerge, whose intellectual capabilities far exceed those of humans - and, most importantly, when they gain the ability to program iterative improvements over their own designs, essentially creating child-minds exceeding their own in generations that might take just seconds milliseconds - that's when everything changes. dramatically, permanently, and in ways we can't even imagine

as interesting and transformative as today's "AI" and LLMs are, they're not even a shadow of what's to come very soon

Idk I think if you aren't going to do the work of becoming a technical observer and trying to understand the nuances of how these models work (and I sure as hell am not gonna bother yet) it's best to avoid idle philosophizing about "bullshit engines" or "stochastic parrots" or "world models"

Both because you are probably making some assumptions that are completely wrong which will make you look like a fool and also because it doesn't really matter - the ultimate success of these models rests on the reliability of their outputs, not on whether they are "truly intelligent" or whatever.

And if you want to have an uninformed take anyway... can I interest you in registering a prediction? Here are a few of mine:

- No fully self-driving cars sold to individual consumers before 2030

- AI bubble initially deflates after a couple more years without slam-dunk profitable projects, but research and iterative improvement continues

- Almost all white collar jobs incorporate some form of AI that meaningfully boosts productivity by mid 2030s

[nostalgebraist]

So, about this new "AI 2027" report...

I have not read the whole thing in detail, but my immediate reaction is kind of like what I said about "Bio Anchors" a while back.

Like Bio Anchors – and like a lot of OpenPhil reports for that matter – the AI 2027 report is mainly a very complex estimation exercise.

It takes a certain way of modeling things as a given, and then does a huge amount of legwork to fill in the many numeric constants in an elaborate model of that kind, with questions like "is this actually a reasonable model?" and "what are the load-bearing assumptions here?" covered as a sort of afterthought.

For instance, the report predicts a type of automated R&D feedback loop often referred to a "software intelligence explosion" or a "software-only singularity." There has been a lot of debate over the plausibility of this idea – see Eth and Davidson here for the "plausible" case, and Erdil and Barnett here for the "implausible" case, which in turn got a response from Davidson here. That's just a sampling of very recent entries in this debate, there's plenty more where that came from.

Notably, I don't think "AI 2027" is attempting to participate in this debate. It contains a brief "Addressing Common Objections" section at the end of the relevant appendix, but it's very clear (among other things, simply from the relative quantity of text spent on one thing versus another) that the "AI 2027" authors are not really trying to change the minds of "software intelligence explosion" skeptics. That's not the point of their work – the point is making all these detailed estimates about what such a thing would involve, if indeed it happens.

And the same holds for the rest of their (many) modeling assumptions. They're not trying to convince you about the model, they're just estimating its parameters.

But, as with Bio Anchors, the load-bearing modeling assumptions get you most of the way to the conclusion. So, despite the name, "AI 2027" isn't really trying to convince you that super-powerful AI is coming within the decade.

If you don't already expect that, you're not going to get much value out of these fiddly estimation details, because (under your view) there are still-unresolved questions – like "is a software intelligence explosion plausible?" – whose answers have dramatically more leverage over your expectations than facts like "one of the parameters in one of the sub-sub-compartments of their model is lognormally distributed with 80% CI 0.3 to 7.5."

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Maybe this is obvious, I dunno? I've just seen some reactions where people express confusion because the whole picture seems unconvincing and under-motivated to them, and I guess I'm trying to explain what I think is going on.

And I'm also worried – as always with this stuff – that there are some people who will look at all those pages and pages of fancy numbers, and think "wow! this sounds crazy but I can't argue with Serious Expert Research™," and end up getting convinced even though the document isn't really trying to convince them in the first place.

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Now, if you do buy all the assumptions of the model, then yes, I guess this seems like a valuable exercise. If you are literally Daniel Kokotajlo, and hence believe in all the kind of stuff that Daniel Kokotajlo believes, then it makes sense to do all this legwork to "draw in the fine details" of that high-level view. And yeah, if you think the End Times are probably coming in a few years (but you might be able to do something about that at the margins), then you probably do want to get very precise about exactly how much time you have left, and when it will become too late for this or that avenue for change.

(Note that while I don't agree with him about this stuff, I do respect Kokotajlo a lot! I mean, you gotta hand it to him... not only did he predict what we now call the "Gen AI boom" with eerie accuracy way back in 2021, he was also a whistleblower who refused to sign OpenAI's absurd you-can't-talk-about-the-fact-that-you-can't-talk-about-it non-disparagement agreement, thereby bringing it into public view at last.)

But, in short, this report doesn't really touch on the reasons I disagree with short timelines. It doesn't really engage with my main objections, nor is it trying to do so. If you don't already expect "AI" in "2027" then "AI 2027" is not going to change your view.

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

As someone who’s always interested in your opinions, what are your thoughts on AI bringing about the total collapse of society/making us all jobless in a matter of mere years?

So with the job market, it’s already been destroyed for the last 10 years or so where working is pointless because monthly rent & mortgage payments exceed the avg salary. But with the addition of AI LLM chatbots who can replace white-collar grunt workers, it renders most low-level professions obsolete very soon and will hopefully lead to UBI. I’m done pretending that every single Western economy isn’t fucked anyways. Once robotics advance to become more precise, most blue collar jobs will be replaced too.

The more disturbing aspect is AI being used for surveillance and political persecution. Soyboys are worried about AI reaching singularity yet why aren’t we talking about the creeps behind the curtain? AI is essentially just a golem built by Israel.

The PayPal mafia has taken over Silicon Valley and they’re all admitted Zionist puppets. Sam Altman (founder of ChatGPT) and Palantir founders Peter Thiel and Alex Karp have all announced their undying allegiance to Israel and their willingness to use AI to compile “enemies of the state” lists as a part of Project Esther (designed to categorize every opponent of Israel as a terrorist).

The IDF is literally using an automated AI system called Lavender to bomb Palestinians without discretion, not to mention those fucking pager bombs. These agents of ZOG have seized the tech sector and Palantir will castrate us and throw us into the Panopticon to the point where wagecucking will be the least of our worries.

[sexhaver]

i was going to ask why you care so much about robot fuckers but if someone wanted to fuck my job i would feel weird about that too

that's definitely part of it yeah. another part is that i work specifically in warehouse automation, which uses dozens of identical + interchangeable + replaceable bots instead of the "singular android" most of these posts are focusing on, and the former has always read to me as more of a dumb pack animal/livestock. so to me it's basically equivalent to reading a post from a farmer getting horny about herding and shearing their sheep. i know that's not what the robotfuckers are going for, i know they're horny for a hypothetical future, but i've been mired in the very real present of robotics for the last 5 years and it's hard to get out of that mindset

[restless-soulz]

HOW THE HOUSEWARDENS ACT W/ A BABY (not their own, they're all still underage)

RIDDLE:

-man this guy is so bad with babies, but damn it if he isn't efficient

-he'll make sure that the physical needs are taken care of, but that's not entirely what a baby needs.

-but a baby can't tell you what exactly it needs so it'll just be stressful for both of them until he figures it out

-it might be a while

-doesn't do super well with physical affection (giving)

-he probably won't burn down the house to make a bottle for the baby but he will stress about the temperature and it'll go cold before he's satisfied and it'll repeat the process ad infinitum

LEONA:

-pls the baby he knew was cheka, and he was easy he's got this (NOT)

-lion man just wants to sleep and does not appreciate being woken up for feedings or changings or anything else

-doesn't care about bottle temp, milk is milk

-won't show but is a little stressed about having claws vs incredibly fragile baby skin

-genuinely confused to as why not all babies are not like Cheka

-after a while he'll get down the baby language and be so fast at it, just to maximize his sleep

-hey if it works it works

AZUL:

-another one not really fit for children

-would try to foist off the child to the leeches, and then realize that unfortunately he is the much better option (because morays eat their young)

-he will do his best tho and he will do an almost perfect job

-he just...overestimates human baby milestones

-it's ok, it can go one of two ways. either the parent is delighted by fast progress or Azul feels embarrassed

-like riddle, doesn't super love the whole physical contact thing

-also secretly i'd think he'd be great to talk to for anything involved in being recognized outside of your children or a body dysmorphia kind of depression cause same

KALIM:

-mans has 40 siblings or something

-i trust him, but he can be a little...cloud heavy

-he will make sure that baby is cuddled, and fed, and played, but sleeping is not his thing. adorable, but babies are AWAKE around him

-plus he's had servants that take care of the gross parts so he's clueless about how messy babies usually are

-jamil would lose his mind having two people to take care of, one infinitely more dependent than the other

-as much as i love him, don't give him a baby

VIL:

-he wouldn't try very hard

-babies are hard and he's not planning to babysit very long, he has more important things to do, but in the meantime

-this baby will be TAKEN CARE OF

-he bought a lot of...well...everything and all the excess goes to the parents.

-the cutest outfits you've ever seen

-detests changing and other gross parts but will do it

-does not like the not sleeping part, but he will admit they are very cute

IDIA:

-you're playing with fire here

-the only baby he's ever been around was Ortho, and that...ended terribly

-panicking every single second, and rapidly googling every time the baby breathes a little weird

-builds an automated bottle warmer and baby rockers so he has minimal contact with the baby as possible

-until Ortho says that skin to skin or physical contact is best for optimal health

-he'll whine and cry but do it, for a super short amount of time

-made an automatic changing station so he never does the gross parts

MALLEUS:

-adores children. they do not adore him.

-he can scare them a bit being all dark colors and rbf

-but he does theoretically know how to take care of a human baby

-i don't think silver should count since he's more of a changling

-will not put the baby down unless absolutely necessary (my kind of guy)

-the baby lives in a singular too big shirt or the most regal ensemble you've ever seen. no in between

-doesn't bother with changing since he can just magic it away

-also buys everything for the baby and keeps half for when he hopes to be asked to babysit again

[theeditorandnarratorcollaborate]

Theistic conceptions of artificial intelligence

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