Sometimes I think I love my job
Sometimes I think I hate my job
I guess we’ll see how I feel tomorrow when pay day comes around.
Sometimes I want to write happy music
(Why the fuck can’t I just write happy music?)
I want to write about love without tragedy…growth without overcoming…life without death…you know. Just the major chords.
Today I read an article where they fed AI thousands of images of psychedelic art and it came out with what is…the closest damn thing I’ve ever seen to machine elves without actually being on DMT. And everyone is like, “WOW THIS IS WHAT I SEE ON DMT”
I’m like, “Okay, so what I consider to be the purest spiritual experience has now been co-opted by artificial intelligence…so what the fuck does that make the experience?”
Music, art, now spirituality…all created with “artificial” intelligence.
So…are we just AI then?
Is this not even a simulation?
Are we just literally bio-computers?
I mean, it makes sense. This muscle tissue is just a conductor, right? We run on electricity, right? Our brains are basically just receivers…our veins are just wires…fuck.
Or maybe…maybe what you see on DMT is the final layer of the simulation before you break free?
That could be it.
I’ve spoken with two other people who have had similar experiences on DMT where they “woke up” in another place, in another body, with several beings surprised like, “They’re not supposed to be awake yet…this is all wrong, put them back in.”
So maybe AI has just…reached the god level of software?
Maybe when you smoke DMT you are just scrambling your circuits and disrupting the simulation feed?
I don’t know.
I don’t like it.
Steven Hawking said not to fuck with AI
Elon Musk says not to fuck with AI (He’s probably just copying Steven, though)
So…you know, it’s probably a good idea to fuck with AI
I’m sure it’s fine.
(How many of you out there are NPCs? Be honest…
…would an NPC even bother with an online diary?
Does an NPC even know they’re an NPC?)
Last updated June 23, 2022