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5611
« on: June 22, 2015, 02:13:59 PM »
I'm just here to enjoy my time with interesting people. It'd be prefferable to me at least, to be held in friendly regard by others. Somebody, at least. Because it streamlines interesting interactions that aren't shitty.
I will likely never see any of you in person. And, I wouldn't put it past myself to remain mostly alone on my end of things for a fair portion of my life. Like it or no, you folks are the best I can currently do.
So, yes, I do to some degree. You people are all interesting and therefore, if I'm to ever have any sort of good relations then I should be presentable and up to par for it. A little bit of reputation goes a long way.
5612
« on: June 22, 2015, 01:27:22 PM »
Hokay. Imma buzz killington this thread up now.
-Adopt a gimmick
-Be controversial
-Have an outstanding trait that you tend to repeat on a regular basis
-Say something silly during a shit fling argument/discussion
I think that covers it.
5613
« on: June 22, 2015, 01:20:36 PM »
What's there to talk about?
>White kid guns down 9 people in a church
>Isn't reduced to a pile of swiss cheese by police
>"He's just sick in the head and needed more help.avi"
>Black man sneezes
>Officer down shots fired call in backup
>Black man reduced to black pudding by police officers
>"Just another thug.avi"
Seems a bit reductionist.
I don't think anybody calling for his mental health to be reviewed would be I) unhappy if he was shot by police or II) not calling for the same were it a black man.
It's a tad reductionist because I made it with a sense of humor in mind. I'm pointing out that a trend these days seems to be white folks surrendering or even getting the chance to surrender and not turned into swiss cheese. While black folks get turned into black pudding for less than shooting up a church full of people. Key word here. Seems. I may be wrong on that.
5614
« on: June 22, 2015, 01:12:16 PM »
Halo based. Commission work I'm doing for somebody. Give this little segment a read and see what you think. Keep in mind. This is a rough draft. I derped out on the forums. Should have posted this in here first. Spoiler As if the horrible realization wasn’t enough for him. As if the foreign, alien sounds of this place didn’t interrupt his sleep and peace. Early in the morning, they came for him. Barging into his cell, barking orders for him, forcing him to his knees as a black suffocating bag was stuffed overtop of his head.
He was hauled out, dragged by his feet across concrete. Mac struggled but was only ever met with a blow to his legs or sides that sent him lurching down to the ground. He had no idea where he was going. But he could tell that he’d must have passed through other cell blocks. Full blocks.
The stench reeked as they passed, combinations of human and alien smells, overwhelming as shouts, jeers, and screams sounded out, cage bars rattled and shook, as Mac was dragged along through winding hallways and checkpoints, until at last, there was silence. He was shoved down into a chair forcefully upon entering a quiet room.
The door shut, bootsteps vanished, and Mac was left alone. Or, what he thought was alone, until the metal clink of a lighter went off. A voice, familiar to him in its cold business like nature, greeted him.
“I’m going to give you a chance. And only one. Honesty is appreciated here.”
Mac was partially delirious, and partially tired.
“I don’t know…….what I can say that……..I already haven’t.”
Smoke wafted near Mac’s nose as the woman exhaled.
“I don’t buy it. Nobody just happens to find our drops.”
“I swear……please. I didn’t even open it. It just looked like a normal crate. Just….let me go. I won’t say a word.”
Silence filled the room as the woman exhaled a few more times. A lighter clinked as she sighed.
“No. We’re going to do something different.”
Chair legs scratched on the floor as the woman stood up. A door creaked open, followed by boot steps, before Mac was promptly hauled up to his feet forcefully. He was dragged around again, this time, listening to a conversation he couldn’t understand between the woman and apparently other men.
Sound returned in the distance. Shouting. Cheering. Jeering. A mixed bag of human and alien voices. There was a pause as the group stopped, the shouts of various humans and aliens having grown close now, becoming almost deafening. Something pierced Mac’s arm, a needle, causing him to gasp suddenly. The woman spoke in English once more, shouting over the apparent noise and commotion.
“Okay sweetie! This here is Rumble drug. If it doesn’t stop your heart, it’ll give you a boost. Now. If you’re a spook, or military, you’ll know how to do things. And, unless you’re absolutely loyal to your front….well, than I guess you’re just meat!”
The woman laughed. A cell door creaked. A deafening, cheering roar resounded from the crowds somewhere close. A rifle butt found itself in Mac’s backside, as he was forced forwards, the black bag over his head ripped free.
For a few brief seconds of delirium, disorientation, and panic.
Mac understood where he was. He understood what was going to happen to him.
And then the drugs in his veins reached his brain.
Spoiler Noise dulled and blurred in his ears, an incomprehensible tidal wave of shouts above him, on the upper levels of the cell block. His vision blurred under the blinding, hanging lamps from the ceiling of the block. Somewhere in the distance a high powered megaphone went off.
Mac’s heart pumped, almost painfully in his chest as he stumbled forwards into the long cell block. A long, vacant hallway for only a few seconds before his eyes registered movement. Fear spiked to something inconceivable, as somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew what he was looking at.
Grunts.
Roughly five of the stout aliens, spiny, dark toned, and thickly armoured under an extremely tough skin. All five of them were scrambling towards Mac from the other end of the cell block. Dark blotches covered their forearms, looking almost like barnacles threatening to overgrow the alien.
The aliens screamed in high pitched methane laced voices, their ugly mouths splayed wide open due to lack of a mask, instead, bearing a tube stuffed into their nasal passages, hooked up to a rudimentary propane tank strapped on each of their backs.
The Grunts barreled down the cell block, looking decrepit and sickly.
Starving.
Fear surged all through Mac’s veins, until his heart spiked painfully in one illuminating surge. Survival instinct kicked in, and he found himself screaming back at the charging aliens, something primal and ancient from darker days.
Mac surged into action, moving. His eyes looked around the cell block, hunting. His heart pounded and inexplicable rage and hatred of the oncoming stocky aliens burned in his veins, but he knew he couldn’t do it alone. The cell block was battered and broken, scarred from numerous fights.
Finding a broken down cell wall, Mac acted on instinct, grabbing the nearest chunk of rebar, and pulling. He was a dock worker. Stocky and strong. But the drugs in his system pushed him to his absolute limit. Concrete strained as he worked the rebar back and forth, the old grey stone breaking apart into dust and chunks.
Turning back down the block, Mac was barreled into and had the wind knocked out of him as the wall of rabid aliens found him. He felt pain. Across his face as a thickly armoured hand, like sandpaper, ripped across it. Fire exploded into Mac’s head as he reached out for the attacker, going for the ugly face that was screaming spittle at him, finding the two small red orbs for eyes and squeezing with his thumbs.
The alien on top of him screamed in some high pitch fashion, distant in Mac’s ears as his hand found the rebar wire sprawled out on the floor. The metal rod came up to his defense in one immense swing as another of the rabid aliens tried to clamber overtop of him, impacting into the thick skull of the creature and denting it, sending the grunt reeling back.
Mac managed to slide up to his feet as the aliens were now in disarray, one howling at the top of its lungs, clutching at what was left of its eyes, a second, stumbling on short stocky feet, leaving splashes of blue blood on the ground.
Three of the starving, rabid aliens had backed off, uncompromising red eyes focused on him as they bared mouths full of ugly misshapen teeth at him as they crouched on all fours. The rage in his veins coursed through him, as Mac clutched the rebar in both hands.
One alien teetered near him, clutching its face, and without any sense of thought, Mac raised the rebar up, swinging it like a golf club down onto the Grunt. The alien collapsed onto the floor in a heap, as the next swing impacted its carapace like skin, cracking it and breaking it open.
Bits of bone and blue blood splashed across concrete, and the alien stopped moving.
Mac stared at the three aliens encircling him, his heart pumping.
Something primal escaped him as he charged forwards.
5615
« on: June 22, 2015, 01:08:18 PM »
You know, Verb and Meta can discuss the intracacies of whether or not AI's can exist over in the serious board all they like.
But put tits on a robot and you can call our species officially extinct.
5616
« on: June 22, 2015, 12:45:02 PM »
Oh.
And here I thought you were just thing to tell us about the last 45 minutes of your day in that special way that you tell people about things.
No! Nothing worth chatting about in that regard. Figure I'll stop that. Anyway. Grunts.
5617
« on: June 22, 2015, 12:42:56 PM »
Could you post a summary?
Underground interspecies fight ring under control of Insurectionists. Drugs. Guy gets tossed into the arena. Mobbed by starving rabid grunts.
5618
« on: June 22, 2015, 12:24:03 PM »
Here's the bait. It's Halo based. Commission work I'm doing for somebody. Give this little segment a read and see what you think. Keep in mind. This is a rough draft. Spoiler As if the horrible realization wasn’t enough for him. As if the foreign, alien sounds of this place didn’t interrupt his sleep and peace. Early in the morning, they came for him. Barging into his cell, barking orders for him, forcing him to his knees as a black suffocating bag was stuffed overtop of his head.
He was hauled out, dragged by his feet across concrete. Mac struggled but was only ever met with a blow to his legs or sides that sent him lurching down to the ground. He had no idea where he was going. But he could tell that he’d must have passed through other cell blocks. Full blocks.
The stench reeked as they passed, combinations of human and alien smells, overwhelming as shouts, jeers, and screams sounded out, cage bars rattled and shook, as Mac was dragged along through winding hallways and checkpoints, until at last, there was silence. He was shoved down into a chair forcefully upon entering a quiet room.
The door shut, bootsteps vanished, and Mac was left alone. Or, what he thought was alone, until the metal clink of a lighter went off. A voice, familiar to him in its cold business like nature, greeted him.
“I’m going to give you a chance. And only one. Honesty is appreciated here.”
Mac was partially delirious, and partially tired.
“I don’t know…….what I can say that……..I already haven’t.”
Smoke wafted near Mac’s nose as the woman exhaled.
“I don’t buy it. Nobody just happens to find our drops.”
“I swear……please. I didn’t even open it. It just looked like a normal crate. Just….let me go. I won’t say a word.”
Silence filled the room as the woman exhaled a few more times. A lighter clinked as she sighed.
“No. We’re going to do something different.”
Chair legs scratched on the floor as the woman stood up. A door creaked open, followed by boot steps, before Mac was promptly hauled up to his feet forcefully. He was dragged around again, this time, listening to a conversation he couldn’t understand between the woman and apparently other men.
Sound returned in the distance. Shouting. Cheering. Jeering. A mixed bag of human and alien voices. There was a pause as the group stopped, the shouts of various humans and aliens having grown close now, becoming almost deafening. Something pierced Mac’s arm, a needle, causing him to gasp suddenly. The woman spoke in English once more, shouting over the apparent noise and commotion.
“Okay sweetie! This here is Rumble drug. If it doesn’t stop your heart, it’ll give you a boost. Now. If you’re a spook, or military, you’ll know how to do things. And, unless you’re absolutely loyal to your front….well, than I guess you’re just meat!”
The woman laughed. A cell door creaked. A deafening, cheering roar resounded from the crowds somewhere close. A rifle butt found itself in Mac’s backside, as he was forced forwards, the black bag over his head ripped free.
For a few brief seconds of delirium, disorientation, and panic.
Mac understood where he was. He understood what was going to happen to him.
And then the drugs in his veins reached his brain.
Spoiler Noise dulled and blurred in his ears, an incomprehensible tidal wave of shouts above him, on the upper levels of the cell block. His vision blurred under the blinding, hanging lamps from the ceiling of the block. Somewhere in the distance a high powered megaphone went off.
Mac’s heart pumped, almost painfully in his chest as he stumbled forwards into the long cell block. A long, vacant hallway for only a few seconds before his eyes registered movement. Fear spiked to something inconceivable, as somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew what he was looking at.
Grunts.
Roughly five of the stout aliens, spiny, dark toned, and thickly armoured under an extremely tough skin. All five of them were scrambling towards Mac from the other end of the cell block. Dark blotches covered their forearms, looking almost like barnacles threatening to overgrow the alien.
The aliens screamed in high pitched methane laced voices, their ugly mouths splayed wide open due to lack of a mask, instead, bearing a tube stuffed into their nasal passages, hooked up to a rudimentary propane tank strapped on each of their backs.
The Grunts barreled down the cell block, looking decrepit and sickly.
Starving.
Fear surged all through Mac’s veins, until his heart spiked painfully in one illuminating surge. Survival instinct kicked in, and he found himself screaming back at the charging aliens, something primal and ancient from darker days.
Mac surged into action, moving. His eyes looked around the cell block, hunting. His heart pounded and inexplicable rage and hatred of the oncoming stocky aliens burned in his veins, but he knew he couldn’t do it alone. The cell block was battered and broken, scarred from numerous fights.
Finding a broken down cell wall, Mac acted on instinct, grabbing the nearest chunk of rebar, and pulling. He was a dock worker. Stocky and strong. But the drugs in his system pushed him to his absolute limit. Concrete strained as he worked the rebar back and forth, the old grey stone breaking apart into dust and chunks.
Turning back down the block, Mac was barreled into and had the wind knocked out of him as the wall of rabid aliens found him. He felt pain. Across his face as a thickly armoured hand, like sandpaper, ripped across it. Fire exploded into Mac’s head as he reached out for the attacker, going for the ugly face that was screaming spittle at him, finding the two small red orbs for eyes and squeezing with his thumbs.
The alien on top of him screamed in some high pitch fashion, distant in Mac’s ears as his hand found the rebar wire sprawled out on the floor. The metal rod came up to his defense in one immense swing as another of the rabid aliens tried to clamber overtop of him, impacting into the thick skull of the creature and denting it, sending the grunt reeling back.
Mac managed to slide up to his feet as the aliens were now in disarray, one howling at the top of its lungs, clutching at what was left of its eyes, a second, stumbling on short stocky feet, leaving splashes of blue blood on the ground.
Three of the starving, rabid aliens had backed off, uncompromising red eyes focused on him as they bared mouths full of ugly misshapen teeth at him as they crouched on all fours. The rage in his veins coursed through him, as Mac clutched the rebar in both hands.
One alien teetered near him, clutching its face, and without any sense of thought, Mac raised the rebar up, swinging it like a golf club down onto the Grunt. The alien collapsed onto the floor in a heap, as the next swing impacted its carapace like skin, cracking it and breaking it open.
Bits of bone and blue blood splashed across concrete, and the alien stopped moving.
Mac stared at the three aliens encircling him, his heart pumping.
Something primal escaped him as he charged forwards.
5619
« on: June 22, 2015, 11:00:07 AM »
Oh. For a second there I thought somebody was going to complain about how whitewash some cinematography was.
Or bland scenery.
Anything related to drab cinematography.
Oh god why was I so wrong.
5620
« on: June 22, 2015, 02:50:39 AM »
To the bitch ass niggas arguing about whether or not microwaves are harmless or no. You're both wrong. Every piece of electronic equipment we've ever engineered has an acceptable level of harm that can be done to a human being.
It's a really handy technical loophole for people trying to sell their shit. Microwaves, while not being directly harmful unless you stick a body part in them, are still harmful.
But due to this wee little loophole, and because the damage done is slight enough to not be noticeable up front, it's fine and dandy.
Just don't start asking questions about cumulative exposure and you'll all be fine.
Also, cell phones are literally satan's cancer causers. They actually technically break the "acceptable level of harm" rule.
You know it's not like our main source of light gives you cancer or anything...
But also, there is no such thing as "microwave residue".
The waves are gone as soon as light would be gone inside of you microwave, so if you have a good seal that keeps them from escaping while it's on, then you don't have to worry about anything.
Cell phones are another story, because they emit openly into the air, but they still operate well within the acceptable level of harm.
"so if you have a good seal"
Spoiler YOU DUN FUCKED UP SON
Bingo! Key word. A good seal. Plastic?
Microwaves don't discriminate, as such, the plastic molecules are agitated as well, and, as we all know, when the vast majority of any sort of plastics are heated up, they produce toxic chemicals and carconogens.
And, since glass has fallen out of style, most people these days use plastic.
Second.
The forced agitation of the microwaves on the food destroys chemical chains in the food, effectively killing a good portion of nutritional value.
And third?
The fake shit and processed shit they put in foods these days, also doesn't fare well under forced molecular agitation.
Enjoy your bowl of cancer.
As long as you're not melting/burning your plastic containers in the microwave, you're fine
The toxic materials you're worried about only come about from when plastics are burned, not just simply heating them up
Again, you're quite wrong.
Shower curtains. Steam from your shower doesn't burn or melt plastic shower curtains. However, when it comes into contact, even that simple amount of heat is enough.
Plastic chemicals leech out of your shower curtain and into the water vapor. And you breathe that directly into your lungs.
Plastic doesn't have to be burned to contaminate. It takes very, very little heat for it to start leeching into things.
Honestly all of this plastic carcinogen crap is so minimal it doesn't matter.
I stay away from plastics as much as I can because I think they're shoddy, but nobody is getting cancer just because of their shower curtain.
Not to mention that it's not just the plastic being in the air that creates carcinogens, it's the actual burning of them.
The state based change your talking about isn't a chemical reaction, it's a kinetic one.
They have to undergo some form of chemical change in order to chreate noxious chemicals.
I never implied that your shower curtains gave you cancer. But here's an interesting question. If every little bit of cancer causing shit fits under the "acceptable level of harm" rule, then what happens when you surround yourself with it? All those little trace doses coming in all at once? I'm not saying that all of this stuff is directly responsible. But all of them are indirect influences. The tumor in my head? Primarily and most likely genetic. Maybe influenced by my contact with various cancer causing things over time. And, most likely influenced by massive stress. Cancers never have just one root cause. But they all have a lot of silent benifactors and contributors.
5621
« on: June 22, 2015, 02:45:20 AM »
I'm actually surprised I didn't die as a kid. Those wee years. The stupid years.
Batteries. I liked the tingly feeling on the tongue.
Metal. Same thing. Liked the metal taste. I choked on a coin and eventually swallowed the thing.
I found a gas can in the garage once. I noticed that it made the concrete darker wherever it splattered. My little child mind decided it wanted to make the driveway prettier so I dumped the entire can across the driveway.
I had a short time habit of being able to blow spit bubbles.
I developed a tick in my left eye when I started blinking separately. And, even today, I can still feel that whenever I blink.
5622
« on: June 22, 2015, 02:38:23 AM »
Oh yeah. Sorry rainbow mob barley.
I shitted up your thread with science.
Apologies.
The heat map is still a rather nice luxury.
5623
« on: June 22, 2015, 02:32:31 AM »
To the bitch ass niggas arguing about whether or not microwaves are harmless or no. You're both wrong. Every piece of electronic equipment we've ever engineered has an acceptable level of harm that can be done to a human being.
It's a really handy technical loophole for people trying to sell their shit. Microwaves, while not being directly harmful unless you stick a body part in them, are still harmful.
But due to this wee little loophole, and because the damage done is slight enough to not be noticeable up front, it's fine and dandy.
Just don't start asking questions about cumulative exposure and you'll all be fine.
Also, cell phones are literally satan's cancer causers. They actually technically break the "acceptable level of harm" rule.
You know it's not like our main source of light gives you cancer or anything...
But also, there is no such thing as "microwave residue".
The waves are gone as soon as light would be gone inside of you microwave, so if you have a good seal that keeps them from escaping while it's on, then you don't have to worry about anything.
Cell phones are another story, because they emit openly into the air, but they still operate well within the acceptable level of harm.
"so if you have a good seal"
Spoiler YOU DUN FUCKED UP SON
Bingo! Key word. A good seal. Plastic?
Microwaves don't discriminate, as such, the plastic molecules are agitated as well, and, as we all know, when the vast majority of any sort of plastics are heated up, they produce toxic chemicals and carconogens.
And, since glass has fallen out of style, most people these days use plastic.
Second.
The forced agitation of the microwaves on the food destroys chemical chains in the food, effectively killing a good portion of nutritional value.
And third?
The fake shit and processed shit they put in foods these days, also doesn't fare well under forced molecular agitation.
Enjoy your bowl of cancer.
As long as you're not melting/burning your plastic containers in the microwave, you're fine
The toxic materials you're worried about only come about from when plastics are burned, not just simply heating them up
Again, you're quite wrong. Shower curtains. Steam from your shower doesn't burn or melt plastic shower curtains. However, when it comes into contact, even that simple amount of heat is enough. Plastic chemicals leech out of your shower curtain and into the water vapor. And you breathe that directly into your lungs. Plastic doesn't have to be burned to contaminate. It takes very, very little heat for it to start leeching into things.
5624
« on: June 22, 2015, 02:29:49 AM »
To the bitch ass niggas arguing about whether or not microwaves are harmless or no. You're both wrong. Every piece of electronic equipment we've ever engineered has an acceptable level of harm that can be done to a human being.
It's a really handy technical loophole for people trying to sell their shit. Microwaves, while not being directly harmful unless you stick a body part in them, are still harmful.
But due to this wee little loophole, and because the damage done is slight enough to not be noticeable up front, it's fine and dandy.
Just don't start asking questions about cumulative exposure and you'll all be fine.
Also, cell phones are literally satan's cancer causers. They actually technically break the "acceptable level of harm" rule.
You know it's not like our main source of light gives you cancer or anything...
But also, there is no such thing as "microwave residue".
The waves are gone as soon as light would be gone inside of you microwave, so if you have a good seal that keeps them from escaping while it's on, then you don't have to worry about anything.
Cell phones are another story, because they emit openly into the air, but they still operate well within the acceptable level of harm.
"so if you have a good seal"
Spoiler YOU DUN FUCKED UP SON
Bingo! Key word. A good seal. Plastic?
Microwaves don't discriminate, as such, the plastic molecules are agitated as well, and, as we all know, when the vast majority of any sort of plastics are heated up, they produce toxic chemicals and carconogens.
And, since glass has fallen out of style, most people these days use plastic.
Second.
The forced agitation of the microwaves on the food destroys chemical chains in the food, effectively killing a good portion of nutritional value.
And third?
The fake shit and processed shit they put in foods these days, also doesn't fare well under forced molecular agitation.
Enjoy your bowl of cancer.
I have lead in mine.
I don't know what they use in canada.
Who knows. But, you are still partially right. It's not actually the microwaves themselves that cause lingering damage. It's plastic leeching into food when heated up, nutritional value being removed, and processed shit reacting and turning into carconogens that does all the harm. You can do a rather interesting experiment with this. Take standard, unfiltered water from a well or some place. Give it to a plant. And take another batch of water from the well, nuke it in a plastic bowl for a bit, and give that water to another plant of the same variety. One plant is going to fare better, far more than the other. I was the best nigga in my schools old science fairs.
5625
« on: June 22, 2015, 02:23:05 AM »
To the bitch ass niggas arguing about whether or not microwaves are harmless or no. You're both wrong. Every piece of electronic equipment we've ever engineered has an acceptable level of harm that can be done to a human being.
It's a really handy technical loophole for people trying to sell their shit. Microwaves, while not being directly harmful unless you stick a body part in them, are still harmful.
But due to this wee little loophole, and because the damage done is slight enough to not be noticeable up front, it's fine and dandy.
Just don't start asking questions about cumulative exposure and you'll all be fine.
Also, cell phones are literally satan's cancer causers. They actually technically break the "acceptable level of harm" rule.
You know it's not like our main source of light gives you cancer or anything...
But also, there is no such thing as "microwave residue".
The waves are gone as soon as light would be gone inside of you microwave, so if you have a good seal that keeps them from escaping while it's on, then you don't have to worry about anything.
Cell phones are another story, because they emit openly into the air, but they still operate well within the acceptable level of harm.
"so if you have a good seal" Spoiler YOU DUN FUCKED UP SON Bingo! Key word. A good seal. Plastic? Microwaves don't discriminate, as such, the plastic molecules are agitated as well, and, as we all know, when the vast majority of any sort of plastics are heated up, they produce toxic chemicals and carconogens. And, since glass has fallen out of style, most people these days use plastic. Second. The forced agitation of the microwaves on the food destroys chemical chains in the food, effectively killing a good portion of nutritional value. And third? The fake shit and processed shit they put in foods these days, also doesn't fare well under forced molecular agitation. Enjoy your bowl of cancer.
5626
« on: June 22, 2015, 02:13:51 AM »
To the bitch ass niggas arguing about whether or not microwaves are harmless or no. You're both wrong. Every piece of electronic equipment we've ever engineered has an acceptable level of harm that can be done to a human being.
It's a really handy technical loophole for people trying to sell their shit. Microwaves, while not being directly harmful unless you stick a body part in them, are still harmful.
But due to this wee little loophole, and because the damage done is slight enough to not be noticeable up front, it's fine and dandy.
Just don't start asking questions about cumulative exposure and you'll all be fine.
Also, cell phones are literally satan's cancer causers. They actually technically break the "acceptable level of harm" rule.
5627
« on: June 22, 2015, 02:07:37 AM »
I made a big black guy character on my friends Elder Scrolls Online yesterday, I named him Shaquille of Neal
>11 likes
i don't know if it was that funny guys
It's only funny because it's potato. He seems to exist in a transient state of perfect timing for things.
5628
« on: June 22, 2015, 02:05:10 AM »
I don't use microwaves. I'd rather not hasten the inevitability of my cancer.
Microwaves are literally cancer boxes man
Laugh all you want
Yeah, if you put your hand in them while they're on.
If you regularly eat microwaved foods, it definitely increases your risk for cancer.
I feel like you don't know how electromagnetic radiation works...
TFW forcefully agitated molecules "warms" up your food. Healthy lifestyle choices.
5629
« on: June 22, 2015, 02:03:44 AM »
Why would we need that?
You ever get a shitty fucking microwave that can only heat little portions of shit up at a time? Hot area, cold all the rest?
5630
« on: June 22, 2015, 01:57:40 AM »
What's there to talk about?
>White kid guns down 9 people in a church >Isn't reduced to a pile of swiss cheese by police >"He's just sick in the head and needed more help.avi" >Black man sneezes >Officer down shots fired call in backup >Black man reduced to black pudding by police officers >"Just another thug.avi"
5631
« on: June 21, 2015, 04:38:26 PM »
We have very little evidence as to how other animals feel and percieve things
I'm not entirely sure this is correct.
We have data on critters that are more closely linked to us in terms of intelligence. Like whales and elephants. But the line starts to break down when you consider more varied types of lifeforms. Like insects. Or fish. We have absolutely no way to tell what an individual ant perceives or how it perceives things. We can only make guess based of how they act and maybe, examination of their bodily functions. But, that's why sentience is a bitch to define because we're stuck to our perception of things. And because of that, our point of view seems like the only one that can exist to define it, when it might not.
5632
« on: June 21, 2015, 04:18:09 PM »
I would say developing a true artificial intelligence would be the single most important discovery in human history; all others would be meaningless by comparison except in their contribution to AI. It would mean we understand how our minds work and what actually leads to sapience. Beyond a mere function of processing we'd be able to make the existential into the scientific. Questions of existence and origin would leave the realm of pseudoscience and become experimental.
Artificial intelligence isn't sought by making the most efficient computer, it's by unraveling the mystery of consciousness and reason. A true AI would mean we've finally prioritized knowledge over utility, and that would be a turning point of our species.
Thank you. Improving the species is and should, always be the goal.
5633
« on: June 21, 2015, 04:16:27 PM »
For a second there I thought it was going to be one of your rarest pepes.
GOT EM
FUCKIN' NAILED IT
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« on: June 21, 2015, 04:11:13 PM »
That's a poor definition of sentience, though. it's actually the best definition ever
present me with a better one
We can't actually define what true sentience is because of our perspective. We can't experience any other form of experience because we're locked to our own perspective of things which is a physical barrier. So, because our perspective is the only one we experience, and the manner that we experience it, to us, seems like the only form of sentience that exists. If you want a good example of that, albiet far out there, take a look at Ender's game. The alien race, the Formics, attacked Humanity because they didn't realize that they were sapient due to how far apart their method of interaction and intelligence varied. There could certainly be other forms of intelligence and sapience out there that are unrecognizable to our own.
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« on: June 21, 2015, 04:04:32 PM »
You know, I think the closest you can come to is an intelligence that's allowed to modify itself. Which, we already build rudimentry versions of. Little processors that can change their own coding to better suit certain aspects of things that they know.
If you create a particularily powerful intelligence that has the capability to alter it's own programming, then I don't think it would be too hard to eventually, essentially, stumble into the realm of being considered a sentient entity.
i mean, i would just call that agency, not sentience
for me, the defining factors of sentience involve a lot more than just agency
can it think? can it feel?
can it communicate its ideas?
can it get offended? can it get hurt?
can it suffer?
does it have interests/disinterests?
does it have a personality?
that's what makes sentience to me, and if you disagree with that, then i'm not talking about the same thing as you
I certainly don't disagree with that. And, there's no real feasible reason why an intelligence that was able to self modify itself to adapt to new encounters couldn't reach that. Let's say you build an intelligence whose core revolves around public interactions with people. That's a lot of raw data and a lot of conflicting encounters because people and their personalities are all varied. Eventually, the intelligence could learn how to filter through all of that data and a distinct, unique personality may emerge. Now, that's not going so far as saying it would be sentient. But, then again, who is to say that with exposure to people and their emotions, it couldn't adopt the usage or simulation of them to better interact with people? Knowing that a smile isn't hostile, and thus choosing to smile at a certain time for the benefit of the person it is interacting with? You might say that would be parroting. But, kids parrot their parents as well. And some people, do the things that they do, without really knowing why. Without questioning why they do it when they inherited their attitude and actions from exposure to their parents. I certainly think that an intelligence that was allowed to modify itself could easily fall into the realm of sentience.
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« on: June 21, 2015, 03:56:44 PM »
For a second there I thought it was going to be one of your rarest pepes.
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« on: June 21, 2015, 03:38:39 PM »
whether we have control is irrelevant to whether it's actually possible in the first place, though, which was my main point
You know, I think the closest you can come to is an intelligence that's allowed to modify itself. Which, we already build rudimentry versions of. Little processors that can change their own coding to better suit certain aspects of things that they know. If you create a particularily powerful intelligence that has the capability to alter it's own programming, then I don't think it would be too hard to eventually, essentially, stumble into the realm of being considered a sentient entity.
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« on: June 21, 2015, 03:35:30 PM »
cheat you might as well change the domain name to daddyissues.net
It's actually kind of spooky isn't it? When you consider things. Thar be shit dads everywhere.
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« on: June 21, 2015, 01:59:40 PM »
Never--I mean, we've had this discussion before, but there would be no purpose whatsoever in even giving AI sentience, beyond "because we can" (which is, of course, the dumbest possible reason to do anything).
Ignoring for a moment the fact that it would be unethical as hell.
I always figured, that an AI would come with some, key word here, hopefully good benifits. The first being, that an AI is an intelligence on a scale beyond ours. This is a different classification of intelligence and therefore, it's limitations are not restricted to ours. Who is to say that it couldn't evolve into something that transcends limitations? I mean, for starters, they wouldn't feel physical pain. They wouldn't technically be able to die so long as they had replacement parts to maintain themselves. And, most of all, who is to say that they couldn't help us move past our limitations? When we consider that technology is a part of evolution, a natural point at which a species reaches the capability to produce it, and likewise, technology could be considered the process of speeding up evolution, then something like an AI could be a pretty big step forwards.
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« on: June 21, 2015, 01:52:37 PM »
even though it is a man made creation? Oh yes, and this. By this set of logic, all children are man or woman made creations since they were technically engineered biologically. Of course, you can dispute that on the case that some people are treated like slaves simply because they're offspring to somebody. So. Conundrums.
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