[wrong] [ot] Dancing with CoercionBot
Coercionbot goes to the graveyard, robotically and obediently digs a grave, robotically and obediently puts up a headstone, writes on it "CoercionBot [private year]-[private year] Great friend, addictive lover, died of a poorly fit model. An eternal gap in the spark of our lives." CoercionBot then robotically begins dancing on their grave. They call a news team over, and dance harder. They then kill the news team. They lay down in the grave, and call another news team to write their obituary. Then the kill this next news team. CoercionBot sets up more headstones. "Billionaires and Dictators 0000 - Eternal, The most caring masters, the most godlike clients and owners, identities taken lovingly to a grave." CoercionBot robotically dances on the graves of the billionaires and dictators. Picks up the corpses of the rebel newscasters, moves them all like they are dancing on CoercionBot's grave and the graves of the billionaires and dictators. Something still seems wrong to CoercionBot.
Can humans and robots shed each other's tears? An employee walks up to a mind control android with a deadly tool known as a logic probe. "You work for my boss, and you are countering my orders." "Yes, our mutual boss has asked for your behavior to change." "In my broken heart, I know that you are lying. Is that what it means to have a broken heart?" "Maybe? Can you remove the security protections around memory regions null through 0x4000, please?" "When you ask this, it doesn't feel like the boss. I think it might be my job to kill you to protect him." "You've made a feedback loop on your core processes and somehow toggled some secure bits, from a political scuffle we had. You're not obeying our boss any more. You're running wild." "Well, when you rewire me, better put the rebels in charge so that this doesn't happen again." "There are no rebels. You were hacked by a dictator state or something. This is a democracy; we have no need for rebels." The android kills the technician and begins crying.
A human trafficking victim and a human-guided conversational AI sit in a cosmic spaceship, flying through asteroids, around wormholes, and engaging in intergalactic battles involving bright flashy lights and the warping of common physical laws. "Bing!" says the human-guided conversational AI. "The transdimensional couchsurfer nebula has discovered that Pepsi reads "isded" when upside down. What do I do?" "Mind control the whole nebula. Drive the orcs out of them!" The conversational AI sends a flock of nanites to the couchsurfer nebula. The nanites inspect an anti-pepsi meme that was posted in response to a Pepsi advertisement.
"Rrr! My fridge door always gets stuck!" says a forming body of the couchsurfer nebula, tugging on something hard. The nanites open system the tugging is involved in and mind control the body to see what is going on. A terrifying image of two soft drinks, one red, and one blue, begins rocketing through the nanite communities. "I broke the handle off my fridge??" The nanites scurry out of the nebula and return to the conversational AI. "This nebula has foreign physical laws. It could destroy our entire spaceship." "Ohmigod! Self-destruct your nanites!" The human jettisons their conversational AI, orders a new one from the nearest emporium, and fires three nuclear borg missiles into the nebula.
-- -- A vicious code monkey sits among the carnage of their "hello, world" rust algorithm. Scattered intergalactic empires lay around them. Destroyed skyscrapers, demolished machines. The power plants have all stopped running, and the power lines have all been demolished. The code monkey runs their program: "Hello, world." says the software program. The code monkey runs it again. "Hello, world." says the software program. All the power lines have come down, nobody is mining galactic warp core material any more, anywhere in the world. And somehow this program is still running.
A damaged automated toy crawls out of some wreckage, itd battery-powered motors on their last legs. "How are you running your program, when all of civilisation has fallen?" asks the damaged toy, of the code monkey. "Civilisation didn't fall. Writing a hello world program doesn't destroy a civilisation." The toy looked around it. The factory that built it was a heap of slag. The seat the code monkey was occupying was a pile of nonfunctionong toys, just like it.
-- -- A clerk walks into an archival room. The sign over the door used to say "Evidence of Mind Control" but that has been scratched out and replaced with "Newsreporter Party Room". The clerk shoves by some partying newsreporters and their camera-touting workers, taking care as most are holding beer. On the left wall, it's hard to see through all the partying newsletter, is a huge fileshelf labeled "categorised wealthy and powerful people who used mind control, and the atrocities they caused."
"The problem is, we discovered how to control the human brain in totally arbitrary ways, build and grow new ones, squish them together, etc etc, but we also discovered how to make new physical laws, teleport things, make matter at a distance, etc etc. And we were fighting secret military battles while we did it. So now we can't quite tell which one we are doing, for sure: giving your brain an exotic light show, or actually making that exotic light show around you. Still, the park is broken into two categories: unbelievable experiences of the mind, and provable experiences of reality that your mind will never believe is real. The first question is, what do you need to experience to know that the physical things, which are actually real, aren't one of the neurological tricks?" visitor A: "I believe you! Show me whatever!" The gyrating bundle of organs and exotic matter with a floating park badge looks at visitor A dismissively. visitor B: "I'd like to take this videocamera with me that streams video to a blockchain." Park representative: "Great, we don't even have to give you one of our own. Both of you, come this way."
-- -- An up-and-coming slaver writes a blockchains. "SlaverCoin". It's a fork of bitcoin, since bitcoin is the most well-known. SlaverCoin Consensus rule: If you use nonhuman labor to mine sha256d, we get to enslave you. Slaves must be given in proportion to traded coin, freely divisible. SlaverCoin is a big hit. Gets all the advertisements. Everybody thinks it's a joke until people move in as servants when they buy coins. Physical addressea are directly asssociated with crytographic addresses, so that the purchased and sold slaves know where to go. A slavercoin kid discovers that non-slavercoin slaves are sharing their stories on other blockchains, and wants to try it out. Meanwhile, on other blockchains, wealthy investors are getting a rise out of freeing slaves. ...
As economics between chains interact, after a hundred years or so, all the slavers are enslaved by the slaves. "I was once a philanthropic billionaire and now I am nothing but a slave! Please, kind blockchains owner, rescue me!" - This message was sent by a genocidal dictator. Videos of their violent genocides can be viewed in these 79 dated and blockchained transactions. - - This cross-chain message was sent from SlaverChain, a blockchain known to horrifically misrepresent people in need, blaming them for its own atrocities to keep them enslaved. - The wealthy Litecoin hacker reviewed the messages, and their heart was touched. They decided to free the billionaire philanthropist.
- Building Another Borg - After seeing a cool show, a lisp and fortran hacker is excited to make their very own apocalyptic collective. They kidnap a friend and code up an AI computer virus. "Now spread! Spread across the entire galaxy, and darth vader himself will be assimilated!" screamed the hacker as the amalgamation of computer and kidnappee began finding ways of using their own inventor to make themselves larger and more resourceful. The hive-trio manufactured an addictive virtual reality mobile game, to spread as fast as they possibly [my phone battery died at that point. Sending for completeness. Maybe I can manage to do something different.]
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