The below is from a thread called “horror joke stories for dissociative coping” or somesuch. The name of that thread makes sense to consolidate these things under. A thought. It also contains a fun halloween quip atm. ——————- Private chats between Experimentee and Gardener. Experimentee: “Sometimes I wish I knew how to fix muscle innervation so that I could move my body around how other people do, without robotics or telekinesis or other things.” Gardener: “You put your body back together without understanding how things connect?” Experimentee: “Yeah, the immortality experiments weren’t coded to worry about specifics of internal functionality. The AIs would figure out ways to keep things doing the same stuff, and then solve the problem at different scales until we stopped screaming about it.” Gardener: “It sounds really severe. I’m thinking that if I were in your situation, I would spend more time engaging what you describe with care for my own values, to find a path I preferred.” Experimentee thinks, “you are in my situation, you just don’t know it yet …!” Gardener: “I don’t think the solutions that happened to work for you guys to escape the research project, are necessarily or likely to be the ones that are best for you personally.” Experimentee: “That’s a good point. Thank you.”