and P!=NP (assuming it holds, else the limited capacities thing falls apart, but then we don’t need AI for stuff to go to shit, as I think that prob breaks a lot of encryption methods),
Building a scifi apocalypse cult around LLMs seems like a missed opportunity when there are much more interesting computer science toys lying around. Like you pointed out, there's the remote possibility that P=NP, which is also largely unexplored in fiction. There is a fun little low-budget movie called The Traveling Salesman about this exact scenario, where several scientists are locked in a room deciding what to do with their discovery when the government tries to squeeze them for it. Very 12 Angry Men.
My fav example of the micro-genre is The Laundry Files book series by Charles Stross (who visits these parts!). In the first book, The Atrocity Archives, it turns out that any mathematical proof that P=NP is a closely guarded state secret; so much so that the British government has an entire MoD agency dedicated to rounding up and permanently employing people who discover The Truth. This is because drawing a graph that summons horrors from beyond space-time (brain-eating parasites, hungry ghosts, Cthulhu, a competent Tory politician, etc) is an NP-complete problem. You really don't want an efficient algorithm for solving 3SAT to show up on reddit.
I mean, you could also use it to steal bitcoin and make robots, but pfft.
I'm not doing the series justice. I love how Bob, Mo, Mhari, and co grow and change, and their character arcs really hit home for me, as someone who more-or-less grew up alongside the series, not to mention the spot-on social commentary.
Considering how many attendees were probably recent crypto enthusiasts...
"thin, sort of stretched, like butters scraped over too much bread."
Edit: Even though a news worthy amount of dumb shit happens in Tennessee on the reg, I've been smug about the fact that at least this flavor of reified dystopia is something that happens over yonder on the west coast. After reading this article I feel violated, like someone broke into my house and defiled it while I was on vacation.
A+ writing softened the blow. (except the parts about the Holocaust, old folks, and dogs. That was grim as hell)
The promptfondlers have learned (by way of multiple public thrashings) not to get into technical arguments with The Parrot Posse, so tedious innuendo about communism and cancel culture is all they have left.
My Papaw has ten brothers and sisters and dropped out of the sixth grade to become an entrepreneur, but I don't see the Guardian beating a path to his door.
Looks like someone's behind the times; all the cool kids are into the Eastern Roman Empire this season. That's why my kids are named Constantine Cataphractus and Velociraptor Paleologus.
In the spirit of denying the regular suspects any unearned cultural territory...
This discussion reminded me of a story that Margaret Killjoy at Cool Zone Media released last year about the residents of Valhalla doing some anti-fascist work. Alas, I couldn't find a transcript.
What’s that now? Neo-alt-right? You can’t just add another fucking prefix anytime your stupid fascist movement goes off rails.
It reminds me of how terrible sports teams will frequently change their logo and uniforms. (e.g. Vanderbilt's University's gridiron football team). Obviously, their lack of success is a branding problem.
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Building a scifi apocalypse cult around LLMs seems like a missed opportunity when there are much more interesting computer science toys lying around. Like you pointed out, there's the remote possibility that P=NP, which is also largely unexplored in fiction. There is a fun little low-budget movie called The Traveling Salesman about this exact scenario, where several scientists are locked in a room deciding what to do with their discovery when the government tries to squeeze them for it. Very 12 Angry Men.
My fav example of the micro-genre is The Laundry Files book series by Charles Stross (who visits these parts!). In the first book, The Atrocity Archives, it turns out that any mathematical proof that P=NP is a closely guarded state secret; so much so that the British government has an entire MoD agency dedicated to rounding up and permanently employing people who discover The Truth. This is because drawing a graph that summons horrors from beyond space-time (brain-eating parasites, hungry ghosts, Cthulhu, a competent Tory politician, etc) is an NP-complete problem. You really don't want an efficient algorithm for solving 3SAT to show up on reddit.
I mean, you could also use it to steal bitcoin and make robots, but pfft.
I'm not doing the series justice. I love how Bob, Mo, Mhari, and co grow and change, and their character arcs really hit home for me, as someone who more-or-less grew up alongside the series, not to mention the spot-on social commentary.