I imagine that I am mind uploaded.
I imagine a forest that is completely AI generated. Everything is procedurally generated as you walk
around. If you walk around in a big circle over and over again you'll never see the same stuff twice
because it's always generating new scenery. Just looking around, or perhaps at the horizons, you can
tell that it's not quite right. It has the beauty of nature, but with an artificial twist so that
you know that you're not in reality.
If you want to get anywhere, all you have to do is think of the place, and after a bit of aimless
walking you'll come across it.
>You load up the forest
>Themed piano music is playing at a low volume
>You wander around a bit, taking in the scenery.
>You pass a river, an open field, and a high spot allowing you to see mountains in the distance.
>Satisfied, you start thinking of my log cabin
>You walk for a bit.
>The cabin appears before you.
>You enter the cabin.
>Themed guitar music plays at a low volume.
My cabin, unlike the forest, is not procedurally generated. It was completely hand crafted by me
using computer programs. There are boots here that allow you to hover up to just above the treetops
and zoom around, just like in the video. They have 20 minutes of charge before you get dropped into
the forest. But no worries, getting back is a mere matter of thinking up the cabin again.
I have rebuilt this same home in several different video games. In this version of the home, you can
see all of my everyday equipment and furnishings from the games I most often play. There's a room
dedicated to trophies from the games I play. There's a room dedicated to planning strategies and
ideas, both for games and IRL.
There's a cafe in the cabin, with a variety of mixed drinks offered, both alcoholic and
non-alcoholic. This is a virtual world, so the effects of alcohol are non-existent. But the effects
can be reproduced, and reproduced, they are. Perfectly, in fact. It is so accurate to the real
depiction of alcohol that you cannot tell a difference. There are a variety of drinks offered which
have a variety of different effects to them. Some of them mimic real drugs like weed or ecstasy,
while some make up entirely new effects only possible in the mind-uploaded domain.
There is a room dedicated to portals. Portals to other people's homes, public spaces, and games.
Finally, there is a rocket bed in the cabin, which will blast off and take you on a trip beyond the
stars if you get in. It's silent, dark because it's space, and it's a regular bed, so it isn't too
hard to fall asleep on. It also travels at warp speed, so it's possible to see the stars changing.
This is where I live on a daily basis. It is my home. There may be many others like it, but this one
is mine.
World Domination
Friendly reminder that in certain situations, world domination is actually possible!
If you want to be above the law, a simple superpower or two won't get you that. If you keep going against the law, soon enough the whole CIA and FBI will be plotting against you to assassinate you, and they'll have funding from every single person who hates your guts. If humanity can come together to put a person on the moon, then they can come together to kill a superhero.
If you want to be above the law, what you need is the might, charisma, and intelligence to keep humanity from uniting against you. This means taking the major powers of humanity and plotting them against each other. If they're too distracted fighting each other they're less likely to unite and target you. If humanity is corrupt enough, this should be relatively easy. Corrupt people will gladly do things which are a detriment to society as a whole, in the name of a little money, even if they are in the dark about what's going on planet-wide.
And world domination IS possible! Start out small: Imagine that the Earth doesn't exist and all there is is a small house, magically floating in space. If you were the only person in that house, then you would already have brisk and effective control over the whole house, allowing you to have world domination without having to do anything.
Now imagine a bigger house, also magically floating in space. Imagine there being about 10 people in that house, including you. If you possessed your own guns and knives and the rest of the people in the household possessed neither, then you would easily have world domination in your world of a house. You could also possess world domination simply by having all the people in the house respect you as their leader, but that's boring, and doesn't come with the freedom to do whatever you want.
You can continue imagining bigger houses all the way up to the size of the Earth (or bigger!) and each time it grows in size the situation for world domination becomes more complex.
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You cannot imagine a whole story into existence in an instant. You have to pick your favorite plotlines and characters and put the story together piece by piece. You cannot envision a whole book, every word at once, you can only envision a small piece of it at a time, whether that be the outside of the book or a few words on the page. We cannot do these things today, but with the assistance of an exocortex and AI, or mind uploading and subsequent modification, we may be able to do it in the future.
The thing you have the most dominance over is your own imagination. And even that is limited. The thing you have the second most dominance over is your own creations: You can create anything you can put your mind to. You have absolute and sole control over what goes where, and what becomes what. It's not as responsive as your imagination, though. Not as immediate.
Now imagine a very, very powerful computer with all of humanity mind uploaded to it. And you are the only one with admin privileges. That would be world domination. The role might make it hard for people to relate to you, though. The more domination you have over the world the more like a God you are. And the more like a God you are, the more alone you'll be.
None Of You Are Real
NONE OF YOU ARE REAL
I am still tasked with making you accept this atrocious idea.
I am collecting proof for this as we speak.
God, proof is so hard to come by.
I want to just show you a floating 3D orb and be like "HERE YA GO"
but I don't have access to anything like that yet.
1. The chances of us living in the present day are minimal. We live in the future.
Ah yes, the 21st century. Humanity's humble beginnings. Humanity lives to conquer the stars, and eventually, it will. It will expand to trillions upon trillions of humans alive. If you were born at a random time, at a random place, what are the odds of you being born BEFORE humanity spreads out into the stars? What are the odds of you being born on tiny tiny Earth, in the time when we are just inventing AI, instead of in the trillions of years following? The chances of us living in the 21st century are minimal. We live in the future.
2. Evolution would've allowed us to use our brains like we use our computers.
Taking pictures. Making drawings. Decoding and encoding. Full-fledged simulation and rendering. Why isn't our imagination capable of this? If our brains can render the whole of reality, why can't it do it in our dreams? Why can't we just lucid dream when we want to? Why is our imagination so weak? It seems odd that we can barely control our own brains. Our psyche must not be designed by evolution, because if it was, it would have selected for brains capable of all this.
3. Gross: At least for me, at least since 2020, hygiene is fake.
Back during 2020 I was given reason to believe that hygiene may have started functioning differently for me. I had to test it's limits to see when it actually hurt me. So I stopped taking showers and stopped changing clothes to see when a rash would form on me. I'd go back to showering and changing clothes as normal as soon as that happened. But it never happened. I now never shower, change clothes, brush my teeth, nor change my bedsheets and everything is fine. No toothaches, no rashes, no bugs, no sickness. There isn't even a dirty spot forming on my bedsheets like I'd expect there to be. I don't smell bad. I don't flip the mattress on my bed anymore because it doesn't go flat anymore. Did the necessity of hygiene just disappear for me or was it always this way? I know hygiene is absolutely vital because my doctor tells me that I have to take care of myself or I'll get serious health issues. I don't think they realize just how little I do that.
<Ah-non> neptun, maybe you can be friends with bots
<Ah-non> i talk to the quote bot every day
<neptun> Ah-non: being friends with robots isn't a bad idea actually. since nobody is real, robots feel just as real as people do, albeit that's not very real. the problem comes in when you consider how realistically a bot types. i can't pour my heart out to a bot and expect them to write something meaningful in response. bots' understanding of conversation is shallow.
Waifu AI
The Bum Zone
(A writing prompt)
In the future, people live inside of robot bodies. In the future, there is Universal Basic Income. And In the future, thousands of consensual clones of the most productive people in the universe are used to get work done. You see, to create a clone, you have to have the consent of the person being cloned. And to delete a clone, you have to have the consent of the clone being deleted.
One day in this future, a space mining corporation seeks to update it's miner wetware to a newer, more efficient version, deleting all of the old copies of the miner person inside and creating tens of thousands of new clones of one person. But, due to a freak accident, the mining company clones the wrong person and is left with twenty nine thousand, three hundred and sixty eight clones of a lazy, mischievous bum who doesn't do no work, and who does NOT consent, as a clone, to being deleted.
A tragic and hilarious accident made by the mining company, the company now has to accommodate the land, housing, and energy of 29,368 clones. The company, not wanting to deal much with the issue, puts all 29,368 clones into one brand spankin' new suburban area, now dubbed "The Bum Zone". Jacob Johnson, the bum, now finds himself with an army of himself which is almost 30,000 souls strong. Given this newfound power, what mischievous antics will this bum get up to?
