im always reading about how racist large language models are. i refuse to call them 'AI'

step up from enslaved elves though?

the feather falling toward the earth will also be attracted to the bowling ball (which is on the earth)

doesnt offset, because the feather-ball attraction is not as large as the earth-ball. just wanted to say

it seems like you are assuming it wasnt always this way. but perhaps this has always been the function of prison. CIP: Australia

same old bullshit

it can be nice to feel wanted though

i fear we will all be casualties of its future

i like your question and hope this response helps you understand my perspective

imagine instead a wall of multicolored yarn. every child can knit their own character and have imaginary adventures that speak to their unique and diverse personalities. consider how much joy this would bring. and how cheaply it could be done

now, a dinosaur was exhumed from the earth and manufactured into this piece of plastic, modelled after a character owned by a media conglomerate. this piece of plastic is going to be put into a house, where it can sit there and collect dust. we can feel group affinity that we have all watched the same commodified story. each of these properties is copyrighted. we are legally prohibited from sharing our own interpretations of these characters.. which means things drains out creativity like a black hole until it ends up in a landfill

oh, but its just harmless fun? sparks joy? please consider the implications of having a shelf of this crap. american homes are enormous. all that space that could maybe, perhaps, house some of the more than half a million homeless people in the us? maybe we can rebuild true community, that comes of being considerate about how we use the space around us?

https://worldpopulationreview.com/country-rankings/house-size-by-country

darn i thought this said ~a lot of titty

did you catch Poor Things?

spoiler

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Startrip Stoopers the book? In which space marine radar makes people look like aliens but nothing can disguise the sizzle of burning flesh?? In which the protagonist realizes the smell of bacon is coming from the tunnel full of refugees he just firebombed but keeps his mouth shut??

That piece of unironic facist literature? Yall have some rereading to do.

wow, looks like somebody else read the book