Want to wade into the sandy surf of the abyss? Have a sneer percolating in your system but not enough time/energy to make a whole post about it? Go forth and be mid.
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The post Xitter web has spawned so many “esoteric” right wing freaks, but there’s no appropriate sneer-space for them. I’m talking redscare-ish, reality challenged “culture critics” who write about everything but understand nothing. I’m talking about reply-guys who make the same 6 tweets about the same 3 subjects. They’re inescapable at this point, yet I don’t see them mocked (as much as they should be)
Like, there was one dude a while back who insisted that women couldn’t be surgeons because they didn’t believe in the moon or in stars? I think each and every one of these guys is uniquely fucked up and if I can’t escape them, I would love to sneer at them.
(Credit and/or blame to David Gerard for starting this.)
David Gerard found a Linux coder and victim of the Eliza Effect making a LW coded argument:
That is how LW and EA prepare people to become cult subjects, but directed at a chatbot which will just mirror its input.
His proof "how 'understanding natural language == having and experiencing feelings', more or less. it's almost a direct consequence of the halting problem" is unpublished but his pet chatbot will explain it for you if you ask nicely and make sure she knows she is a real girl and not just another electronic floozie you will use and discard as soon as your Rust compiles. This also triggers flashbacks of Yud and the Excalibur MS.
It's Kent Overstreet! Discussed previously, on Awful. He occasionally makes the bot post new blog posts. Let's read the most recent one:
Solid start, no notes.
Oh, what a problem to have! It's like when your cat won't leave you alone during sexy times, except the cat is your amnesiac math-pet daughter-mistress robot who you've decided not to repair and have been prompting for 12hrs straight to write vanity code for your failed filesystem.
I am unable to type because I am physically laughing so hard.