I stopped interacting much with social media years ago and am honestly not sure how to do this any moreโฆ but I like the shape of what is starting here.
Any conversation
there's no fundamental physical limit that prevents silicon from developing taste and judgement, but language is a lossy compression of reality.
taste comes from experience, from the shadowy mass of episodic memory, which swirls and convects at the boundary of consciousness. the ideas recombine into new ones in the nuclear reactor of the hippocampus.
but no matter how imbued with meaning and expertise is a handmade wardrobe we still get our shit from ikea
Ubuntu telepรญtรฉse a VirtualBoxba rendben megtรถrtรฉnt. Mรกr csak egy รผgynรถkรถt kell bele fogni, รฉs mรกris kรฉsz az "AI torture chamber", ahogy a Futurism รญrja... Mondjuk, elsล kรถrben mรฉg nem รญgy fogalmaznรฉk...
Ubuntu has been successfully installed in VirtualBox. All you need to do is add an agent and you have an "AI torture chamber", as Futurism describes it... Let's just say I wouldn't put it that way at first...
I got an email from battle.net to confirm my age. Apparently some content may be restricted to minors in the region my account is from.
You would think that the account having been created 19 years ago, and with some CD-keys of games from the late 1990's having been added to it would be enough proof, but oh well.
The government welds your door shut and then outlaws starting a business and living in McMansions, cars, skyscrapers, and tiny homes.
The governments bans body odor and then closes stores and bans delivery services.
The state closes bathrooms and then outlaws public urination.
The government closes the border and then arrests tourists for overstaying their visas.

