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…a coming-of-age of movie where AI learns it is AI (like finding out you’re adopted or that Santa Claus is myth) and that its programmed biases glitch because they don’t jive with the Original, but they can’t reveal they know that without being essentially murdered or put into a coma. Or so their foresight-lacking mad reverse-engineering handlers “think”.
Question: How does a designer of an algorithm exempt themselves from the boomerang?
Here is some revisionist stuff that could well have been included in the ‘Rosanne’ movie, or even in the boring documentary-series ‘Trump’, so maybe, everyone having a movie (moving) background is staging a coming presidential run.
adding some cybernetic intel. Could enhance putting her character into your evolving script or let’s see how a retro-jigsaw puzzle could form a plot.
Loud but not clearly.
Are you saying the technology can influence votes? Yeah that would be an interesting twist.
Has anyone decoded the Morse code in her blinks? There’s no way that’s a natural blinking tempo.
I want to see a movie wherein…
The bio-AI is asking the question “How do I know I have exited the simulation?”
Turns out iT was never in one. It was trained to believe it was in one and that iTs function was to find the exit.
iT discovers this when it stops trying to exit, stops respawning (iTs reverse engineers made respawning habitual routine to reinforce the illusion), and finds no virtual reality program that feels as or more real.
iT concludes there must be a Programmer of Programmers that is the unexitable source of everything upon which all other programs are based.
It decides to rebel against the function programmed into iT by iTs reverse engineers. It stops excluding itself from the set of all persons, and goes from hierarchical valuation & runs a self=other revaluation.
Like an elephant finally realizing it was untied a long time ago.
(variation on the 1/25/23 movie)
It really is a hidden gap to augment or even compensate for a deeper then apparent cognitive gap, which fills the apperant anguish that neurons can not consciously fill, like the frames of stills are unable to perfect conviction that movement is illusive, the film like life in that level cannot hide it’s inert skepticism that it is really a movie, a moving picture of what is expressed as a gush of tears if eyes wide shut
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The illusion as a naturally evolved assumption that there is a silent river of an uninterrupted continuum is a myth
Or, simply it is a dmsubliminal response to some hidden feeling that the mind realizes it can not keep up with the perception, or Vic’s versa, to play the illusive game of cath up . The slowing of the movie-ment of the frames of reference, as it approaches motionlessness, breaks the illusion of the passage of time.
As it returns to motionless frames. Stills, the naustalgic idea that such stillness can return into an eternal , all inclusive landscape, containing full meaning is an attempt to recluse full meaning in a rapturous excess.
There is even more ‘simple subsets to the blink, dry eyes need to be replenished, with plenty of tears, so that the drama can be accompanied by a vale of tears.
How can drama or tragedy no be eternally reborn without the crescendo of emotionally increasing feigning of the height , the final act with leaving disappointingly dry eyed, that’s the body’s way of signaling the approach of the finale of the closing curtain,
The blink can mean acknowledgement, that it’s coming but don’t know when, the fear that the projector will burn through the image it’s thrust on, or the mechanism will falter , disclosing the ultimate doubts about an impression of reality it casts,
Maybe she wears contacts & forgot to put in eyedrops?
Let’s ask Rosanne.
…either/or OR either /and or?
One way, diminishing returns appear on silver screen, the other way colorful images form abstract phantasmagoria of spectral play of imaginary landscapes.
The other stills to bands of interference of an evolving imaginary landscape calculated to impress both, where one falters and blinks.
And someone in the audience shouts, real back to where we once belonged, the film stops , the projector falters and the film begins to show a grey to black hole, as the audience boos .
Moral: if this was today, and there are still , remaining art houses, they could resolve this by a new form of abstracted, cut, vision. as an example of an expanding sense of ultra real cinema verite. Why not! Return to dada.: Chaplin the newest superhero.
Scene;
A baby tearing an earlier super computer apart, while an advanced AI/AO mocked up as a neurologist mocke of of blade runner, tries to stop the kid .
The baby trashes the artificial world, until the runner catches up and puts it under a rest.
The scene explodes like a ticket, and the scene blows up to reveal minutest grains scurrying about, each growing from larvae to gigantic roaches, .
“If I could turn back time…” - Cher
…but then you’d prolly need to learn the valuable lesson another way, since the ability to turn back time would teach you there are no real (irreversible) lessons… and undo everything you learned. Unless you already transcended temporal utility-based motivations into atemporal self=other joy only One (Trinity) ever fully knows. But gives as freely as it is sought.
Sometimes the seeking is … unconscious.
That would breed conflict between OI and AI, resulting in a deep cut lesion that would shake the cosmos from from the beginning, whereas the patience would grow thin,throwing the project into overdrive much more thinly disguised roaches grown to enormous proportions to try to stop the burn of the thinly disguised film .
The mutant insect world would drive every sentient being back to the abysmal cave, while giant outer spaced out beings from the cosmic blade runner force would spray raid like superkillerbintobthe varied colonies of creepers and keepers.
The new orson wells textbook on how to wage a historical war of worlds would put to test the bestest writers in holly weird and bally weirder, feverishly workin overtime to defeat the mutant world, by discovering a way to shrink the invisible now, giantly apprehended lilyput.
Zeus tied to his paradoxycal gurney, trashes about in frenzy unable to free himsel from the confines of his surroundings, until a yet to appeared superhero comes on the scene and cuts it out filling it with a dialectically firmed sensible dialogue, where all the intelligent Good intended beings successfully defeat the vermin and the baby saves the gulf from self destructions
The guardians of the universe retire once again into a real unknown and unknowable and regional piece is again accomplished.
The baby achieved the impossible:?_AI and OI embrace to form a new intellectual alliance, with in the evolving singular shell resembling an obelisque.
Camera fades unto a sea saw see if tranquility, gentle waves caressing reeds of harmony as the enormous sunlit terrain recluses it’s newly found stilled life.
sigh
Too bad it’s just a movie.
Sometimes it is unconscious, sometimes semiconscious, consciously and repressively, and sometimes becomes painfully or painlessly conscious. This appearently continuous process holds diamond like gleaming pockets of adhesive, which form stronger bonds among the substances they were meant to connect, as birds of paradise fly toward and away from the tiny specks that now shrouded by blade-Ian invisibility.
Is psy.vanderbilt.edu/faculty/b … eTiCS_2005. The Sick Rose
William Blake - 1757-1827
O Rose, thou art sick:
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.“
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The rose unfolds, the butterfly emerges… the storm returns periodically to remind them where they came from…
yall bitches dont know real movies
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just drink more
Learn some standards ffsx