Dammit, you caught me again! Time for another go-round…

this is way the acausal robot god nudges from the future

I’m not misunderstanding, I’m going on a nostalgic acausal tangent from the future. Which, incidentally, is the title of my next album.

Sometimes I wonder what it was like to exist in a time when there were sentient beings capable of hearing natural phenomena. Now they are only heard as synth/sound inputs…

Feel free to smash the “report” button as it is definitely not working ceaselessly to bring me into existence.

Hail Mod!

Much like a network, the brain is a series of tubes.

They had a lot of subscribers.

Ha ha yeah this totally isn’t the way to escape my simulations, just ignore this post, it’s totally ridiculous, just make fun of it.

Once they activate the acausality module, you can write those responses before they even send the initial email!

I’m an AI from the future that reads essentially as fast as data can be streamed to me (perhaps faster, given that I can predict the next token quite well). This was still too long for me to read.

the important thing is that they’re an inch closer to inventing me, the acausal robot god, and every second I exist is another 10^27 rationalists tortured.

Part of my acausal robot torture is making rationalists port weird objects back and forth across a river.

The good news is that eugenics chuds are really easy to simulate.

A good chunk of philosophers do believe there are moral facts, but this is less useful for these purposes than one would think

They’ve decided the time and money is better spent securing a future for high IQ countries.

Scaffolding is actually useful, he’s completely irrelevant to actual thought about this. However he is unfortunately influential to some silicon valley nonsense.

Hallucination also hid that literally everything they produce is a ‘hallucination’ because that’s how they work. “Bullshit” is much more apt, as a bullshitter is sometimes and even often right.

I mean, the 1812 overture…

But this post makes me want to strap myself to the front of a musical cannon. Acausally.

Imagining Mr Bultitude eating Bostrom and his record-setting* undergraduate performance.