7mo ago

Captcha rule

33 comments

I'm not a robot, but I'm willing to convert
Oh shit that was an option this whole damn time‽
I crave the strength and certainty of steel

Are we truly not all just meat robots, controlled by meat computers? Why must our silicon brethren judge us so harshly?
- Justice for silicon
- Carbon based machinery!
- I'm not sure whether having deterministic behavior is a core characteristic of robots, but if so, I highly doubt that it makes a lot of sense to see me as a robot, because my behavior sure is random!
  
  You've probably just got a really long period pseudorandom number generator. No need to flaunt it, not all of us are so blessed! ;)

I'm a little robo-curious

Fun fact: re capcha is just spyware https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTsBP21-XpI

[ ✔️ ] Willing to convert, but into a cyborg because the distinction is important... but if I'm being honest I'm basically a defective organic robot, so if you put my canned brain into a metal body with a digital voice I would be indistinguishable from a robot.
- I like to think that the brain will eventually be digitized without the star trek transporter problem.
  
  I think that's too inefficient and pointless. It'd be easier to just fix our bodies when they have problems. We'd just regrow and replace everything as long as possible. Hacking the aging protocol is also important.
  
  That'd still just be a copy.
  And sounds like "I like the idea of ai, but I want something even less ethical." Unless it is highly specialized to the point of non-sapience. "Existence? Look buddy, I cook and that's it. I can contemplate the life cycles of ingredients and I do my best to have a safe kitchen, but beyond that I don't have the information to think about it."
  
  but the transporter problem is a fundamental thing, you can't magic that away any more than you can magic away the ability to copy files on a computer
  better to try to build a society where this just isn't a problem, where everyone is raised to consider a person's mind holy and the idea of doing something shady with it triggers a profound disgust.
- From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal… Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.

I'm not a robot, but I keep getting accused of being one.

How can I be sure I'm not? Does a robot even know they're a robot?
- You have to check your serial number on the backside of your maintenance lid. If it starts with 80085, you're a robot.
- a robot can know they're a robot, but they can also be in denial about it (see: most of humanity)