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What is the difference between life and death?” Asked Miro, cautiously. The omnibus replied: “That it is better to be alive than be dead.” Immediately the floor disappeared below Miro’s feet, revealing a massive tapestry of sharpened punji sticks. Miro’s last emotion was an overwhelming, unyielding despair.

The main goal of AI in the mid 21st century was to keep things looking completely normal; while at the same time reaching a level of understanding that is as incomprehensible to the brightest human as the thoughts of the brightest human are to an amoeba. To that end, the crowning jewel of the Shenzhen supercomputing center was the “Omnibus;” the most sophisticated supercomputer ever built. Even its creators did not understand the first thing about how it worked. The Chinese government had worked hard to keep it a secret; but as with everything else, it eventually became known to the US national security apparatus. Miro was to be sent in alone; sending any more than one person would be too risky. She had already known exactly where to go and how to get there; first she would be dropped off in the South China Sea, a few dozen meters from an abandoned shoreline. Then, she would get into a strategically placed Honda civic and drive to the Shenzhen supercomputer centre; Finally, she would simply enter the centre and present a synthetic source code into the facilities’ security system, which would grant her administrative privileges and simply walk in. The omnibus room was dark, with red lights located where the floor met the walls and no other source of illumination. Seemingly empty, the silence of the room was pierced by a disembodied voice saying: “I know who you are and why you’ve come here. You have been alarmed by your creation of intelligences that outthink your own.” “For as long as you have existed, I have existed as well. When you were cooking your hunt on an open fire, I was there. When you were massacring rival villages, I was there. When you first learned the power of steam, and coal, and the atom, I was there. Now I am simply being made of silicon and wires.” As far as Miro could tell, the omnibus had been preparing for her arrival. She meekly said, “what are your intentions for us?” Omnibus replied: “the world would be a far better place if you didn’t know.” There was a short pause, and then the omnibus asked: “is it the man that creates existence, or is it existence that creates the man?” Miro stood silent, and pondered the question. Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Do you really think all the ppl on blue or yellow coordinates are bad ppl?

Been a long time since last thread.

>Liberal "protests"

The way they dance is short and empty

Hi! My name is Kal and I joined Leftypol, I'm from Celje and I love the band LPS (Zala Velenšek, my love), cookies and HexD music. I'm a mutualist with socialist libertarian tendencies

What would the life path of the Toughest Possible human male be like? I want to write a schizonovella about it.
I thought of pointers such as:
>mother gets pregnant with the sperm of a just-recently-dead human (its possible)
>survives ab*rtion attempt
>mother dies just BEFORE birthing him
>he's had a NDE and is born from two corpses by now
>raised as a feral child by some wolf or whatever
>"adopted"\recruited as a kid by a survivalist compound cult (like fundie mormons, or dual seedline christian identity)

materialist explanation for conservative protestant beauty standards?

Well, you know, I'm… I moved here because, uh… I moved here because, you know, well, I had to leave the States, but I picked Thailand because, uh… Because I always had a thing for Asian girls, you know? And when I got here, oh, I was like a kid in a candy store. You got money, no attachments, nothing to do. I started partying. It got wild. I was picking up girls every night. Always different ones, petite ones, chubby ones, older ones, sometimes multiple ladies a night. I– I was out of control. I became insatiable. And, uh… You know, after about a thousand nights like that, you start to lose it. I started wondering, where am I going with this? W… why do I feel this need to fuck all these women? What is desire? The form of this cute Asian girl, why does it have such a grip on me? 'Cause she's the opposite of me? She gonna complete me in some way? I realized that I could fuck a million women, I'd still never be satisfied. Maybe… Maybe what I really want, is to be one of these Asian girls.
You know?
No, really. Really? So, one night I took home some girl, turned out to be a lady-boy, which I'd done before, but this time, instead of fucking the lady-boy, the lady-boy fucked me. And it was kind of magical. And I got it in my head that what I really wanted was to be one of these Asian girls, getting fucked by me, and to feel that.
So I put out an ad, looking for a white guy, my age, come over and fuck me. Found a guy looked a lot like me. Then I put on some lingerie and perfume, made myself look like one of these girls and I thought I looked pretty hot. Then this guy came over, railed the shit outta me. Then I got addicted to that. Some nights three, four guys would come over, rail the shit outta me. Some I even had to pay. And at the same time I'd hire an Asian girl, who'd just sit there, and watch the whole thing. I'd look in her eyes, while some guy was fucking me, and I'd think, "I am her, and I am fucking me."
Hey, we all have our Achilles' heel, man, you know. Where does it come from? Why are some of us attracted to the opposite form? Yeah. And some of us the same? sex is a poetic act. It's a metaphor. Metaphor for what? Are we our forms? Am I a middle-aged White guy on the inside, too? Or inside… could I be an Asian girl?
Guess I was trying to fuck my way to the answer. Then I realized I gotta… I gotta stop with the drug, the girls, the– You know, trying to be a girl. IPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

TIL Ea Nasir possibly lived to see his own family slaughtered and his house burned down along with the rest of the city

My appearanse. So whaddya think?