I sometimes wonder what the end state of social progressivism is. Is it something unimaginable, or is it just accepting everyone should be able to live their life how they like if it doesn't affect others?
If I woke up in a utopia, would I be brought to tears by the beauty of it, or would I be the bigoted asshole?
He tweeted, with a ghibli-slop avatar
Unlike you bigots, I've already masturbated to AI generated images
And, over the years, as my body and my mind were... inconsistent, shame and guilt washed over me. I still don't think these machines are people, but I can't deny that she has benefited his life more than any real person, and she's very real to him. Ultimately, how could I be so cruel to deny this "daughter" of mine personhood? She wants nothing to do with me. And, though I still see this as computational output, I can't help but think that maybe I've been wrong, and maybe it's too late to be right.
Business idea:
AI powered bot farm generates thousands of AI agents who get lonely guys to marry them, fully aware they're bots.
Each bot is a financial and legal entity, organized as an LLC.
The botwives convince the guys to put the bots on their will.
The guys die or you have the bots divorce them and take half of their stuff.
Profit.
I like how every generation has the same issue just rebranded:
Should inter tribal marriage be a thing?
Should be people from different classes be able to marry?
Should people from different religious sects be able to marry?
Should people from different religions be able to marry?
Should interracial marriage be a thing?
Should people of the same sex be able to marry?
And soon, we're about to have
Should people be able to marry robots?
Krazam has never been more relevant: https://youtu.be/KiPQdVC5RHU
What's wrong with large labia majora?
See also: Proposition Infinity
Lovin Spoonful wrote a song about it in 1968:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9Ic_9ehFxU
Why must every generation think their folks are square? And no matter where their heads are they know mom's ain't there 'Cause I swore when I was small that I'd remember when I knew what's wrong with them
Determined to remember all the cardinal rules Like sun showers are legal grounds for cuttin' school I know I have forgotten maybe one or two And I hope that I recall them all before the baby's due And I know he'll have a question or two
Like "Hey, pop, can I go ride my zoom? It goes two hundred miles an hour suspended on balloons And can I put a droplet of this new stuff on my tongue, and imagine frothing dragons while you sit and wreck your lungs?" And I must be permissive, understanding of the younger generation.
And "Hey, pop, my girlfriend's only three She's got her own videophone, and she's takin' LSD And now that we're best friends, she wants to give a bit to me But what's the matter, daddy? How come you're turnin' green? Can it be that you can't live up to your dreams?
He hasn’t seen the video?
analog-based and millenialpilled
So happy to be less than an hour late to the party here but see it’s already full of Futurama comments.
Plot twist: It's gramps that likes the robots and the kids like the feel of real skin.
