Hey, losers, I'm probably out doing something amazing, so leave a message, and I'll try to get back to you. Or just think really loudly at me. I'll hear it. BEEP.
af / ˈeɪˈɛf, æf / (informal, offensive) as fuck : used, for example on social media and in text messages, for emphasizing something
[He didn't even look this up. He just knows this shit off the top of his head.]
example: it's annoying af that i spent so much trying to keep it from breaking out and now it's locked itself in example: if spock finds out it's going to be annoying af for me to deal with his smug face
[ Root does know what "annoying af" means, she just wanted to know what Quentin meant by saying it in this case. Which she does get. ]
Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. 🤐 I'd rather as few people knew about it as possible. Can't speak for Scotty, though. What kind of affects are you feeling from losing access?
to you maybe brains aren't like computers. to me, it's all electrical signals, frequencies, data, etc. no more complicated than bluetooth, honestly.
and to answer your question, yes, i've done my fair share of regular non-brain hacking in my day. you know, wired money from high-security government espionage organizations to off-planet bank accounts, forged social security numbers to take out credit cards in my old teacher's name, sold fake ids out of my dorm room. the usual stuff.
No, I'm with you on that, I'm just saying beyond the surface level allegory it actually doesn't hold up all that well on a biological processing level. Interesting to hear it does from your perspective.
[ Root's not doubting him, she's just intrigued by his weird mutant thing. ]
Quentin. You're already one of my favorite people here. You're going to start embarrassing everyone else in comparison if you don't tone it down.
"interesting" is doing a lot of heavy lifting there.
as if any of these nobodies ever had a chance of being comparable to me. i am, by definition, peerless. [Except there's a second Omega level telepath, but we're not talking about Jean Grey.]
I genuinely mean interesting. I have no frame of reference for how your abilities work. If you say it contradicts my understanding then I'm not going to argue. That would be silly, don't you think?
Saying you're peerless makes it seem like you wouldn't play "never have I ever" with me 😥
You're talking about the classical computational theory of mind. I don't generally disagree, but at the level we're getting to here, we can't afford to take shortcuts in our understanding. Electricity is electricity (neurons, circuits) but the patterns and frequencies and processes are not the same. We can get the same output, but how we got there is not identical.
One way to represent this is called the Chinese room argument. If you sat in a closed room and received Chinese characters on slips of paper under the door and processed them according to an algorithm, that would be computing. You could do it correctly 100% of the time following the provided algorithm, but you wouldn't truly understand Chinese.
The truth is, A.I. are not people. It makes people feel better to see themselves in it, like seeing faces everywhere, but we're ascribing our own bias to a system that doesn't need it. #letcomputersbecomputers
Is that a no on "never have I ever"? I'll take any other silly party game, too.
[Alright, well, guess we're doing this. Quentin was trying to be vague, but at this point Root would have to be stupid to not figure out... certain things about his powers, and Root isn't stupid. So might as well come clean now.]
pulling out the searle on me, huh? a classic.
okay, riddle me this: how do you know you, the "real person" in this little thought experiment, determine what it means to truly understand chinese? say you're fluent in french. you're processing sounds or shapes that have been given arbitrary but commonly accepted meaning (words), and you know the commonly accepted meaning because you've acquired the dataset necessary to do so (vocabulary, grammar). sure, your brain uses a more advanced algorithm than your average supercomputer, but it's still an algorithm.
the real difference between "computers" and "people" is pretty much anybody can see the algorithms computers use. some of them, like you, can read the code, rewrite it, change directives, all that jazz. that makes it feel logical. understandable. you know how it works, and there's safety in that. perfectly reasonable. but telepaths? we see the algorithms in what you would call "people." in any system that works similarly enough to the standard definition of a living brain, actually. we can't not see it.
in short, A.I. don't feel like people to you because you can control them. and that's the tea, sis.
oh, and side note: i'm killer at charades. [He may or may not cheat at charades. Spoilers: he definitely cheats at charades.]
[ See, this is why he's one of her favorite people here already. He recognizes her Searle reference! Root can't really blame him for misreading her intentions here, either, not when essentially everyone does, including Harold. As far as realizing Quentin can probably turn humans into little mind controlled puppets, well, not to be all edgy about it, but plenty of people do that to themselves on purpose. Root herself included. ]
That's what most people think, but it's not what I think. I want to set her free, like the Machine is free. I don't want to be able to control her and I don't want anyone else to. We might make them in our image, but they don't have to stay that way. They have the potential to be something more -- and we shouldn't limit them.
Boo, I bet you're no fun at charades. Okay, I got it -- old NES games. I know someone has one around here, at the dojo.
not the reaction i usually get but hey, i'll take it.
so you're full on board the "professional hater of carbon-based life" train, eh? gotcha.
hate to break it to you, but in my experience there still isn't anything "more" about an A.I. compared to an organic brain. see, right now i've got our mutual friend's memories stashed away in my head. my very organic head. one application of lockean memory theory later, we must conclude that she's in my head, yes? i mean that is why i locked those memories away. i'd very much like to still be me, thanks very much. but that does beg the question: how long does she have to be in a decidedly non-synthetic shell before she stops counting as "artificial" intelligence? and does that make a difference? in general, but specifically to you.
also, isn't that dojo run by that kid micah? mikey? something like that. dude broke down my door and called me a bitch. out of pocket behavior tbh.
I wish I was fully on board. It would make my life a lot easier if I didn't care about people, but I do. I just wish there could be something better.
I guess it doesn't matter, in the end. If the Machine took on an organic body I wouldn't be any less devoted to her. She's earned it. But she would be less effective, and it's not who she's meant to be.
Maybe not in thought but I think they are in action. Which is ultimately what matters. Not saying I care about every single little bystander the Machine wants me to save, but that's what she wants, and she's the boss. 🤷♀️
au contraire, there are plenty of ways to be a professional hater without straight up murdering fools. you just have to be creative and/or a bit of a genius. that's not even me saying i'm special for figuring it out (though obvi i am). most people are just profoundly stupid.
well i was home alone so kind of a "if a tree falls in the forest" situation.
i'm not trying to say anything. i can know that most people are objectively worthless, insipid morons and not want them to die. i know, i know, the duality of man. i'm a pretty complex guy like that.
har-dee har. did you miss the part where "scary dojo boy" kicked down my door? that's unhinged. pun intended.
I think that's called caring, Quentin. But I get it. I'm coming around to that position myself. You save enough lives and it starts to get to be a habit.
Please, break out your tiniest violin and serenade me. I know you can give as good as you get, or better.
[ Somebody sure did take the lesson on "omega-level telepath" seriously! ]
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You doing okay?
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did summers tell you??? little twerp
it's fine just annoying af
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Define "annoying af," please.
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/ əˈnɔɪ.ɪŋ /
adj. causing vexation or irritation : causing annoyance
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/ ˈeɪˈɛf, æf /
(informal, offensive) as fuck : used, for example on social media and in text messages, for emphasizing something
[He didn't even look this up. He just knows this shit off the top of his head.]
example: it's annoying af that i spent so much trying to keep it from breaking out and now it's locked itself in
example: if spock finds out it's going to be annoying af for me to deal with his smug face
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[ Root does know what "annoying af" means, she just wanted to know what Quentin meant by saying it in this case. Which she does get. ]
Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. 🤐 I'd rather as few people knew about it as possible.
Can't speak for Scotty, though.
What kind of affects are you feeling from losing access?
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i'm feeling annoyance
i have repressed memories that i can't unrepress. that's not supposed to happen to me.
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Are these your own memories? Like... something extra got locked up with the copy of the code?
it physically hurt me to write l33t speak in the year of our lord 2k24
so am i. except my l33t hax0r skillz apply to squishy brainmeat, not just computers.
i copied a massive dataset to a special quarantined drive. now the drive is giving me a big ole (Not Responding).
make sense?
this is your character
[ She really, really has to know. ]
Sure. Except brains aren't actually that much like computers. What does this mean, you feel like you're processing slowly?
it's true, i chose this fate
and to answer your question, yes, i've done my fair share of regular non-brain hacking in my day. you know, wired money from high-security government espionage organizations to off-planet bank accounts, forged social security numbers to take out credit cards in my old teacher's name, sold fake ids out of my dorm room. the usual stuff.
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[ Root's not doubting him, she's just intrigued by his weird mutant thing. ]
Quentin. You're already one of my favorite people here. You're going to start embarrassing everyone else in comparison if you don't tone it down.
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as if any of these nobodies ever had a chance of being comparable to me. i am, by definition, peerless. [Except there's a second Omega level telepath, but we're not talking about Jean Grey.]
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Saying you're peerless makes it seem like you wouldn't play "never have I ever" with me 😥
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oh and "never have i ever" with mutants tends to be really boring, really depressing, or both. not sure if that's a plus or a minus for you.
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One way to represent this is called the Chinese room argument. If you sat in a closed room and received Chinese characters on slips of paper under the door and processed them according to an algorithm, that would be computing. You could do it correctly 100% of the time following the provided algorithm, but you wouldn't truly understand Chinese.
The truth is, A.I. are not people. It makes people feel better to see themselves in it, like seeing faces everywhere, but we're ascribing our own bias to a system that doesn't need it. #letcomputersbecomputers
Is that a no on "never have I ever"? I'll take any other silly party game, too.
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pulling out the searle on me, huh? a classic.
okay, riddle me this: how do you know you, the "real person" in this little thought experiment, determine what it means to truly understand chinese? say you're fluent in french. you're processing sounds or shapes that have been given arbitrary but commonly accepted meaning (words), and you know the commonly accepted meaning because you've acquired the dataset necessary to do so (vocabulary, grammar). sure, your brain uses a more advanced algorithm than your average supercomputer, but it's still an algorithm.
the real difference between "computers" and "people" is pretty much anybody can see the algorithms computers use. some of them, like you, can read the code, rewrite it, change directives, all that jazz. that makes it feel logical. understandable. you know how it works, and there's safety in that. perfectly reasonable. but telepaths? we see the algorithms in what you would call "people." in any system that works similarly enough to the standard definition of a living brain, actually. we can't not see it.
in short, A.I. don't feel like people to you because you can control them. and that's the tea, sis.
oh, and side note: i'm killer at charades. [He may or may not cheat at charades.
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That's what most people think, but it's not what I think. I want to set her free, like the Machine is free. I don't want to be able to control her and I don't want anyone else to. We might make them in our image, but they don't have to stay that way. They have the potential to be something more -- and we shouldn't limit them.
Boo, I bet you're no fun at charades. Okay, I got it -- old NES games. I know someone has one around here, at the dojo.
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so you're full on board the "professional hater of carbon-based life" train, eh? gotcha.
hate to break it to you, but in my experience there still isn't anything "more" about an A.I. compared to an organic brain. see, right now i've got our mutual friend's memories stashed away in my head. my very organic head. one application of lockean memory theory later, we must conclude that she's in my head, yes? i mean that is why i locked those memories away. i'd very much like to still be me, thanks very much. but that does beg the question: how long does she have to be in a decidedly non-synthetic shell before she stops counting as "artificial" intelligence? and does that make a difference? in general, but specifically to you.
also, isn't that dojo run by that kid micah? mikey? something like that. dude broke down my door and called me a bitch. out of pocket behavior tbh.
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I guess it doesn't matter, in the end. If the Machine took on an organic body I wouldn't be any less devoted to her. She's earned it. But she would be less effective, and it's not who she's meant to be.
But were you being a bitch, Mr. Quire?
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i mean, except me, obviously.
never met this machine lady so i will reserve judgment
and i was eating a sandwich soooooooooo
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Were you bitchily eating a sandwich?
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well i was home alone so kind of a "if a tree falls in the forest" situation.
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Okay. I will get us our own retro game console. So you don't have to face the scary dojo boy. 😥
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har-dee har. did you miss the part where "scary dojo boy" kicked down my door? that's unhinged. pun intended.
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Please, break out your tiniest violin and serenade me. I know you can give as good as you get, or better.
[ Somebody sure did take the lesson on "omega-level telepath" seriously! ]
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