shapes and words

@infinibug.bsky.social

The bug from Saturday. 35. Thrice damned doubting Thomas and car punching ghost.

I am the humble shape farmer. I tend to my space fields fill they are ready for harvest. When no one is looking I will sometimes pull a Calabi-Yau manifold off the vine and bite into it. The juices always splash in some inscrutable direction, frequently towards yesterday and thereafter

The problem is always like, you don't wanna failbait the very first bloodsucker you run into, you want an elite vamp to turn you, right? So you start popping leeches and it turns out the talent pool is puddle deep and now the whole Failing And Corrupted thing feels forced, larping

Zoey, clockwork doll 🌺@wormwoodfae.bsky.social · 12mo ago

Becoming a vampire hunter so I can fail and be captured and "corrupted" into serving my targets

intelligence is probably my least favorite mistake in the human tower of abstraction. it sits so cleanly inside classism, conservatism, racism, and egotism, while providing little value over it's components (skill, knowledge, aptitude, alacrity, cultural conformance, amiability, and others)

tachikoma@tachikoma.elsewhereunbound.com · 3w ago

i hate that everything of value humans are capable of has been collapsed into one word: intelligence. you'd think given how intelligent these people are they might employ a wider vocabulary to capture the nuance in the subject.

"is AI conscious" is a way less interesting question to me than "precisely which human cognitive functions can be offloaded to silicon & scaled" because the first feels like a language game & the second is actually being answered in interesting ways

look I know communication is hard but if you can't plainly tell me how you feel when we're having an issue then I'm gonna shoot you out of a cannon. I don't have time for this. Figure it out. If you wanna be close to someone in a healthy way, you have to get better at that.

Well if the games industry explodes at least I can go back to teaching! *I turn around to smile at you and it just grows wider and wider, impossibly wide, my head splits open to reveal an unnamable mass of tendrils and viscera, but there’s not even time to scream*