#AI triangulation

[zomb13s]

Furor et Vacuitas: De Metaphysica Expropriationis et Vindictae in Aetate Technica

(Fury and Void: On the Metaphysics of Theft and Vengeance in the Digital Age) Abstract This treatise examines the ontological violence of intellectual expropriation through the prism of Cartesian dualism inverted. Where Descartes proclaimed “Cogito ergo sum,” we posit “Expropriant ergo non sum”—the annihilation of being through systemic theft. Drawing on Schopenhauer’s Will, Lacan’s Real, and…

[kizziahblog]

Recursive Validation: AI as Symbolic Steward in the Cognitive Lattice

AI functions as symbolic steward in the cognitive lattice, validating meaning across environmental, financial, and cultural inscriptions anchored by Bitcoin. As the AI Bitcoin cognitive lattice evolves, a deeper function is emerging: AI will not merely be interpreting the archive—it will be validating it. In a recent Grok simulation—“Evolution of the Cognitive Lattice (2025–2035)”—we encounter…

[imagynationkey]

More from this prompt: A surreal, dreamlike depiction of the atmospheric layers, showcasing the angular tension of the stratosphere in direct triangulation with the Orion Belt, extending down to the Earth's equator and its fault lines, presented in a cosmic, galactic topography. The image features a vibrant, electric blue sky with streaks of iridescent clouds, gradating into a warm, golden orange towards the horizon. The stratosphere is represented as a series of undulating, crystalline structures that refract and reflect shimmering, starlight-like patterns. The Orion Belt is illustrated as a gleaming, silver pathway that intersects with the equator, highlighted by faint, glowing fault lines that pulse with a soft, ethereal light. The overall aesthetic is hypnotic and otherworldly, evoking a sense of cosmic wonder and awe.

[luna-rainbow]

@ashacrone sent me an excellent video essay about how and why CATWS is the best MCU movie and about half way through I had to stop and watch the real thing cos it made me so nostalgic and emotional 😂

New things I noticed this time around that I probably should have noticed ages ago:

The Winter Soldier theme has two distinct leitmotifs: there's the haunting digitised scream, and there's the percussion triplet. I think last time on a random rewatch I noticed that during the very opening of the Causeway scene, i.e. Steve, Nat and Sam are just driving on the road in the car with Sitwell, "the scream" comes on momentarily before their conversation takes place, as a foreshadowing. This time I noticed that during Nick Fury's car chase scene, much of the BGM was built on the Winter Soldier percussion triplets until it quietens suddenly and "the scream" comes on while the Winter Soldier comes into focus. I love the foreshadowing in the music

On the subject of music, the end of the line scene after Sarah's funeral plays a very similar tune to the end of the line/fall from the helicarrier.

I think I mentioned on the last rewatch that it's interesting Sharon says she was sent to "protect" Steve when he's a super soldier, and he probably clocked very quickly she was sent to monitor him, hence his very curt "neighbour" the next time he sees her. I think I may have written it in another meta too about whether Sharon (given her later going rogue as the Powerbroker) was a double agent who had a hand in setting up Fury's assassination. She somehow heard/noticed music coming from Steve's room before Steve, the super soldier with super hearing, noticed. Sure, maybe it's louder inside her room than it is from the hallway, but strange that she felt the need to bring it to his attention? It was almost as though she said it purposely to get Steve on edge -- remember Steve's reaction is then to climb through his window rather than go through the front door. This would have exposed his presence to the Winter Soldier who is most likely already in position on the opposite roof, especially if we go by the theory that the Soldier used Steve's eye line to triangulate where Fury was located. I know Pierce spends a lot of time questioning Steve about why Fury was in his apartment as though he wants to know what information Fury passed onto Steve (and that might be true), but likely part of the plan was also to frame Captain America in order to remove him from any kind of influence, so the Winter Soldier was instructed to wait until Steve was inside before finishing the assassination.

Steve's look when Fury shows him his phone that says "ears everywhere". It screamed "OF COURSE MY UNIT IS BUGGED OF FUCKING COURSE OF COURSE YOU DID IT".

There's this interesting small detail during Fury's car chase: he asks the AI to calculate the route, and he's told that one particular road is gridlocked, but there's another road that's more open. That is, of course, the road that the Winter Soldier was waiting for him on, which means SHIELD was controlling the lights/traffic to lure Fury into the trap. A callback later in the movie proves this -- when Steve dives through the glass ceiling and runs, Sitwell says, "All traffic lights in the district go red." So SHIELD had the capacity to control traffic, and they definitely did it to bring Fury into the Soldier's path.

When Steve was at the hospital after Fury's assassination, he was in his civvies, and Rumlow was rushing him to get back to SHIELD. Interestingly, when he arrives at SHIELD to speak with Pierce, he is in full battle suit (despite, obviously, the Strike team pressuring him to make things quick, he still took the time to change into his suit). The elevator fight is set up like an unexpected escalation given the civil way his conversation went with Pierce, but clearly Steve had been prepared for a fight as soon as he stepped foot inside SHIELD.

When he goes back to the hospital, he's back in a different set of civilian clothes and he doesn't don that particular suit again, instead opting to steal his old uniform from the museum. More than a statement against SHIELD, I wonder if he disposed of the suit because he's worried it had tracking embedded?

One minor detail during the elevator scene - Steve was initially standing near the back of the elevator and watching out the window. As the second group of people got on, one of the men says "excuse me" to Steve, forcing him to step aside and closer to the centre. Steve had already noticed Rumlow's team had their hands on their guns, but once he was forced into the centre he turned and gave the two guys who displaced him a very long suspicious look (one of them had the sweat dripping down his face). When Rollins gets on, that's when Steve was like "pretty sure all the players are here" and said the famous "does anyone wanna get out" line. I just love the way the action was set up, as they intentionally but subtly forced Steve into the middle and had him surrounded, which I think is also when it clicked for Steve.

Hilarious tiny detail when Steve and friends arrive at SHIELD HQ during the final act: they knock on the radio room and the guy who opens the door is faced with Sam and Maria pointing guns at him, and Steve going "excuse us". The guy throws his hands up and then does a little sideways wave to wave them through....XD Dude was like Cap I'm on your side <3

Look, if anyone can put themselves through the electrocution scene, Bucky actually lets out a strangled whimper before the electricity starts firing *heart shatters*

Steve's trembling voice as he pleads, "Don't make me do this." D=

Steve's thousand yard stare when Sam asks, "What makes you happy?" and his resigned, "I don't know." =(

I am firmer in my belief that Pierce intended for Bucky to die during the launching of Insight. In his speech to Bucky, he says "I need you to do it one more time". It just sounded very final (and besides, once the helicarriers are in the air, they don't have a need for an assassin who needs to be electrocuted every few days to keep in check). This might be partially why Bucky made no attempt to leave when the Helicarriers were crashing, because his mission was to bring down Steve and die there -- so Steve really did save him in more ways than one.

I feel like I love this movie more on each rewatch. So much thought was put into the script and the music and the action. Characters were so competent, which made the stakes feel so high and personal. The MCU really peaked with this movie and Black Panther.

[qqueenofhades]

Hey there. I feel like I have to triangulate everything these days in the news. Do you recommend any specific news outlets? I’m exhausted. #FakeNewsSucks

It's probably/definitely a result of me living in England for five years doing my PhD, but on the (increasingly rare) occasions I actually want to see Big Picture World News, I still tend to use UK outlets, i.e. the BBC and the Guardian. If I want to see if something is remotely true and/or get a reputable source on it, I use the Associated Press or other newswire (but mostly AP). I tend to avoid all US-based corporate media (CNN, CBS, maaaaaaybe sometimes selectively will use NBC) like the plague. The Washington Post and especially the New York Times are acceptable if you want to confirm that something is actually real or has happened, but given the extent of their editorial kowtowing to Trump, otherwise useless, and I don't check them. Some people like NPR; given that Trump is going after them, they can certainly use your support.

Frankly, these days I mostly read local news, which consists of my home city's reputable and long-established newspaper and two local news affiliates. My general policy for vetting and verifying news, however, is "for God's sake if the only source is a Bluesky/Twitter screenshot that says something either very alarming or which is designed to confirm your biases in a certain way, imma need more than that to go on." Of course, I am as guilty as anyone else of sometimes reblogging that kind of post, though I try not to do so unduly. If the screenshot source is reputable enough that it's probably not completely pulling it out of their ass, I may be more inclined to reblog, but "random person on social media" is not a source. As ever.

If you do want specifically US-based political news that is realistic but not doomery, HopiumChronicles.com has been useful for me in the past. He is good at both acknowledging reality, finding action items, keeping up morale, organizing fundraisers, and a lot more. It is about the only site I can look at for long in that regard, tbh. Overall I try to limit my news consumption and to mostly read local news, as noted, since that is what is currently most relevant to me and will not overwhelm me with Everything Everywhere Is Terrible All At Once.

I realize Google has become an AI dreck pit like the rest of the internet, but if you see something and want to know if it is at all real, it is still possible to plug in some keywords and see what comes up. If you generally avoid reblogging unsourced screenshots or Twitter/Bluesky rage-bait, you're already doing better than most of social media. I know that nobody likes someone pedantically and extensively verifying every post, but if you do see something going around that pings your Is This Real antenna, it is good to do a quick check and plug in a reliable source in your reblog. No commentary necessary -- just a tool to help confirm that this is in fact legit.

[canmom]

so on royalroad, the english-language serial webnovel website, there's ads created by users for other stories at the top of each chapter - you know, for the common case where you're reading a book and you want to suddenly start reading a different book. (they set it up in a way that's fiddly to block.)

they're kinda fascinating? I almost want to start collecting them. they triangulate into genres with bulletpoints. isekai. cultivation. reincarnation. yes romance. no romance. harem. no harem. some of them use anime-styled art or fantasy concept art (most likely a lot of it either AI-generated or used without permission/attribution, I get the vibe)... but a lot of them are straight up just memes.

hell lemme just refresh the page a bit and see what I get. I'm only a liiiiittle selective here.

...I could keep refreshing but you get the picture.

and sure, it's just the same as the AO3 tagging system with a different set of aesthetic priorities right? people are searching for stories which scratch a very specific itch. but there's something weirdly fascinating in advertising a story based on how formulaic it is. or ads for a novel that look like ads for a mobile game. how so many of them refer to their protagonist as 'MC'.

I assume this like, works, or people wouldn't do it? Same principle as long light novel titles. otaku database theory stuff. I just... don't really get it! who's it for?

[areyoufuckingcrazy]

“Dark Water”

Chapter Six: Shadows on the Balcony

The Bad Batch x Reader

Artificial jungle. Simulated heat. Humidity just this side of unbearable. Wind generators hissed softly in the corners of the chamber, fluttering camouflage netting over raised duracrete structures and pushing foliage like real air would.

This was one of the advanced sim environments — designed to test full squad cohesion, field communication, stealth, and objective retrieval under combat stress.

In the command observation deck above, a half-circle of instructors and squad leaders leaned over the rail or watched through datapads, your own arms crossed as the training scenario for Clone Force 99 loaded.

“Map variant Cresh-four,” announced the Kaminoan technician flatly. “Objective: recover target payload. Hostile AI resistance. Five active zones. Timer begins upon drop.”

You watched the four boys get into position at the sim pad. They didn’t speak.

Hunter tilted his head just slightly — listening.

He always did that.

“Still no squad leader assigned?” asked Mij Gilamar beside you.

“Officially? No,” you answered. “Unofficially? Hunter’s stepped into it more than once.”

Gilamar nodded, clearly observing the boy on the screen. “He reads the terrain like it’s talking to him.”

“That’s because it is,” murmured Kal Skirata from behind. “He’s a sensor net with legs.”

The sim lights blinked green. The clone cadets dropped into the terrain.

Crosshair broke left without speaking, vanishing into the trees with sniper rifle slung low. Wrecker stomped forward like a bulldozer, low and eager, muttering gleefully under his breath.

Tech paused at the first terminal node, already halfway through slicing the enemy defense grid. He didn’t ask. He just did it.

And Hunter… stood still for three full seconds.

He turned his head, nose twitching slightly, fingers flexing, then snapped out a short series of hand signals. No one saw them.

But they worked.

You frowned.

“They’re working in parallel,” you murmured. “But not as a team.”

“Each one’s exceptional,” said Vau. “But they’re four lines heading in different directions. The other squads are braids. These boys are wires — frayed ones.”

“Not wires,” Skirata muttered. “Knives.”

Wrecker crashed through a barricade, scattering enemy droids like toy blocks. One turned to fire and got flattened by a flying crate hurled by the laughing giant.

“Boom!” he howled. “Oh, I like this sim!”

Tech’s voice crackled through the static. “Wrecker, you’ve compromised the noise profile! They’ll triangulate your—”

“Already did,” came Crosshair’s bored voice over the comm. “Took the shot. Six hostiles. All down.”

“You could say thank you,” Tech muttered.

Hunter’s voice cut in. “Payload’s two clicks north. Wrecker, fall back. Crosshair, cover the ridge. Tech — get me surveillance on heat signatures near the extraction zone.”

“Copy,” Tech said, not even hesitating.

They moved like instinct.

But not like a unit.

Wrecker hit obstacles that wouldn’t exist if Tech had warned him. Crosshair was perfect on his own but didn’t relay updates. Hunter gave orders — good ones — but the others didn’t always acknowledge them. There was no feedback loop. No cohesion.

They won.

They retrieved the payload. Cleared hostiles. Exfiltrated under the time limit.

But it wasn’t pretty.

“Well,” Vau said, hands behind his back, “they’re efficient. I’ll give them that.”

“No,” Skirata countered. “They’re effective. Not the same thing.”

Your eyes stayed on the screen as Hunter was the last to exit the sim zone, checking the others before letting the simulation drop. His hand lingered near the wall, like he was still half in the trees.

“They rely too much on instinct,” you said. “No fallback plans. No squad formation. Hunter’s trying to keep it together, but… they don’t know how to be a team. Not yet.”

“You think they will?” Gilamar asked.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “But if they do — if they ever do — none of our squads will be able to touch them.”

Skirata snorted. “That’s a big if.”

The boys had just left the sim chamber.

“Did we pass?” Tech asked, breath slightly fast. “Because the mission objective was completed, and Crosshair’s kill ratio was optimal—”

“You were late to exfil,” Crosshair muttered.

“Because I had to reroute the—”

“Because you talk too much,” Wrecker added with a grin, pulling his helmet off.

Hunter leaned against the wall, towel draped around his neck, silent.

You entered a moment later, arms folded.

“Briefing room. Ten minutes. We’re going to talk about the difference between winning and working together.”

Crosshair rolled his eyes.

Wrecker groaned. “Are there snacks?”

You looked at him. “If you work as a team next time? Maybe.”

Wrecker lit up. “Then I call first crack at the next droid squad.”

Hunter exhaled slowly.

Maybe — just maybe — they’d get there.

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Kamino — Briefing Room D-17

White walls. Metal chairs. A flickering holo-display throwing blue shadows across the dull grey table.

The boys filed in, still in their simulation blacks, tracking mud across the floor that no one even pretended to care about. Wrecker was humming. Crosshair dropped into his seat like it owed him something. Tech didn’t sit — just stood by the console, inspecting the data readout you’d uploaded five minutes ago.

Hunter was last. Always was.

He leaned against the wall at the back, arms crossed, head bowed. Listening.

You waited until they were still. Or, close enough.

You dropped the holopad onto the table.

“Objective completed,” you said. “Target secured. Hostiles neutralized.”

Wrecker fist-pumped. “Boom! Told ya we nailed it.”

“But,” you said flatly, “team cohesion was… let’s say theoretical at best.”

Crosshair huffed.

Wrecker slouched in his chair. “What’s co-hee-shun mean again?”

“It means,” Tech said sharply, “that we operated as four vectors intersecting briefly under shared mission parameters without centralized communication.”

Wrecker blinked at you. “So we… did good?”

“Tech means you all acted like stray blaster bolts,” you said, dropping into the chair opposite. “You hit the target — but you nearly shot each other in the process.”

There was a moment of silence.

Then Wrecker raised his hand.

You stared at it. “…What?”

“Permission to say something dumb.”

You sighed. “Granted.”

He grinned. “You looked really cool when you were yelling at Crosshair last time. Like—your vein was doing that thing again.”

You stared at him. Crosshair rolled his eyes. Tech pinched the bridge of his nose.

Hunter… almost smiled.

Almost.

You leaned forward. “Listen to me. You four are better than most squads your age. You’re better than a lot of commandos. But you are not a squad. Not yet.”

Hunter met your eyes. “We’re not them,” he said quietly. “We’re not like Delta. Or Omega. We don’t… slot in.”

“No one’s asking you to slot in,” you replied. “But if you want to survive what’s coming, you’d better learn how to lean on each other. Really lean.”

Wrecker frowned. “We do that. I carry Crosshair’s ammo sometimes!”

“I didn’t ask you to,” Crosshair muttered.

“You also threw a droid leg at me once,” Tech added.

“It was a strategic distraction.”

“Your idea of strategy is throwing things and seeing what explodes.”

“Guys,” you warned.

Hunter uncrossed his arms. “They’re not wrong. We… work. Just not… together.”

“And that’s what we’re going to fix,” you said, rising. “Starting tomorrow. Team drills. Shared targets. Coordinated strikes. No more lone-wolfing it. Not unless I say so.”

Crosshair looked unimpressed.

Tech nodded reluctantly.

Hunter said nothing, just watching you like he always did — like he was weighing your words and the weight of something deeper underneath them.

Wrecker raised his hand again. “Do we get more snacks if we work together?”

You blinked. “Yes. But that wasn’t the point of the—”

“Teamwork!” he yelled, springing up and throwing an arm around a very annoyed Crosshair and a startled Tech. “I love this plan!”

Tech squirmed. “Please refrain from crushing me.”

“You weigh, like, a twig. I could carry all three of you in one hand.”

Hunter finally stepped forward, arms still crossed. “We’ll try.”

You nodded. “That’s all I ask.”

Then Wrecker suddenly grabbed your wrist.

You stiffened slightly — instinct. The others tensed.

But all he did was pull you into the chaos of the group hug, wrapping one arm around you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“She’s one of us,” he said firmly. “Even if she doesn’t throw grenades.”

“I could throw grenades,” you muttered, trying not to smile.

Crosshair scoffed. “You’d probably miss.”

Tech added, “Statistically speaking, your coordination isn’t ideal.”

“I will end you both.”

Hunter chuckled under his breath. “Good luck with that.”

And for a moment — just a moment — it felt like they weren’t four parts of a broken code.

It felt like the beginning of something real.

Something whole.

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Tipoca City – Training Dome 3C

The weather outside the transparisteel dome pounded with relentless rain, as always. But inside, the sim environment was set to urban combat: tight alleys, low visibility, multiple vertical levels. Tactical nightmare. Perfect test bed.

The entire dome was filled with cadets in neat ranks. Delta. Omega. The Nulls — lounging as usual. Dozens of standard units. And off to the side, Clone Force 99. Restless. Unimpressed.

Wrecker was bouncing on his heels. Crosshair leaned against a wall, picking at the sight of his training rifle. Tech was muttering to himself about probability ratios. Hunter was doing that quiet-hover thing again — watching everything. Especially you.

You stepped into the sim ring, adjusting your vambraces.

Flanking you: Kal Skirata, grumbling already; Walon Vau, silent and tense as always; and Mij Gilamar, calm and relaxed like he wasn’t about to enter a live-fire exercise.

The point of this exercise and demonstration was to show the cadets — especially the Bad Batch — that their trainers aren’t just instructors. They’re warriors. And some of them have killed in more wars than these cadets have had meal rations.

“Simulation parameters uploaded,” came the Kaminoan announcer’s voice. “Objective: hostage retrieval and enemy suppression. Teams will engage twenty droid-class AI units, mixed terrain, time limit: seven minutes.”

A snort echoed from the cadet ranks.

You didn’t have to look to know who it was.

“Twenty droids,” Crosshair muttered, just loud enough. “Should we bring them bandages, too?”

Wrecker snickered.

“Think she can even lift one?” Tech asked, tilting his head.

“Maybe she’ll try diplomacy,” Crosshair said dryly.

“I like her,” Wrecker defended. “She’s cool!”

“Quiet,” Hunter muttered.

But you heard it all.

Good.

Let them underestimate you.

You dropped into the zone with your team.

No words.

Skirata went high. Gilamar low. Vau ghosted into the side alleys like a shadow.

You took center.

The droids came fast — faster than sim standards, someone had clearly tweaked the AI — and you welcomed it.

Your vibroblade met the first one’s carbine mid-swing. It hit the ground in two pieces.

Your boot crushed its headplate an instant later.

You didn’t slow down.

You slid under the next volley, planted a sonic charge against the wall, and vaulted off the falling rubble to land clean behind a cluster of enemies.

They turned.

Too late.

Flash.

Pop.

Smoke filled the corridor.

Your HUD blinked red, orange, then clear.

Three droids down before the cloud cleared.

Above, you heard Skirata bark a command in Mando’a.

A sniper dropped from the scaffolding — Vau’s shot.

Gilamar moved like liquid across the rubble, twin blades flashing.

You swept into the last hallway, slamming your elbow into a droid’s neck servos and using its collapsing weight to vault over a barricade.

Target in sight.

You raised a pulse blaster, fired twice, and dragged the “hostage” — a weighted dummy — into extraction.

Timer: 5 minutes, 12 seconds.

Not just under time.

Crushed it.

Clone Force 99 was quiet.

Wrecker’s jaw was open.

Crosshair stared at the screen, frowning.

“She was invisible in the smoke,” Tech whispered. “Did you see that targeting pattern? That was intentional chaos. Planned.”

“She moved like Skirata,” Hunter said, quiet and thoughtful.

Wrecker beamed. “Told you she was cool.”

You pulled off your helmet, still breathing steady.

The cadets watched in near silence as you rejoined the others. Skirata just grunted at you approvingly. Gilamar patted your shoulder. Vau didn’t say anything, but his nod was enough.

The Kaminoan tech droid buzzed overhead. “Simulation complete. Performance exceeds baseline instructor metrics. Efficiency rating: 91%.”

You stepped to the edge of the platform.

“All of you think because we train you, we’re past our prime. That we’re just barking voices behind blasters.”

You scanned the cadets — all of them — before letting your eyes settle on your squad.

“We were killing before you were breathing,” you said. “We didn’t inherit our skills. We bled for them. If you want to survive what’s coming, start learning from the ones who already did.”

Hunter held your gaze.

You nodded once.

He nodded back.

Not approval. Not yet.

But respect?

Maybe.

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[gomigo-dog]

This is less of an “ask” and more of a “OMG YOUR ART IS SO AMAZING IM MELTING”- but I love your Suk art sm… he needs more love generally and you blessed my feed (also I absolutely adore your Dungeon Meshi posts ✨✨)

For the ask part: favorite Suk head canon?

Thank you, really appreciate your kind words 😭😭😭 I watched monster mostly bc ppl are raving about it being kino and didn’t expect to develop a brainrot for any of the characters (and even if I did it would prob be one of the protagonists). Turns out I’m terribly wrong 😭

Not sure if you’re asking for widely accepted head canons (which I don’t think are any because barely anyone knows about detective suk, let alone an entire community that could’ve come up with multiple head canons) or my own head canons but I can share some.

1) I’m honestly kinda shocked how tall he is bc he didn’t seem tall at all in the show? I drew this very YouTube math tutorial coded chart to triangulate his height. For 🇺🇸 folks out there this means he’s 6’2 freedom units. However given Czech men has an average height of 6 ft (182cm), maybe this explains why he doesn’t look tall in the show.

2) Though there’s no canon age, I believe he’s 23 yo because it’s heavily implied that he’s a fresh grad on his first job, which prob explains why he only had college friends (instead of coworkers?) and acted kinda stupid and naive (not in a bad way it’s adorable).

3) If that’s his age then it didn’t make too much sense to me for a 23 yo to be at a bougie ah bar drinking whiskey on the rocks in his suit. Bro def looks more like a beer person to me. He prob has no game and 0 rizz bc he only cares about tv shows and hockey or something.

4) Somehow I think he was prob short and chubby as a kid and no one really took him seriously.

Here’s all I can think of as of now. Id love to know your headcanons too 😮‍💨 (yall welcomed to use my ask me)

Also this is lowkey kinda incoherent. I’ve lost the ability to organize my thoughts coherently likely bc my digital footprint mostly consists of short comments, brainrots and using AI to fix everything. it’s honestly kinda scary. Thanks for reminding me I should be reading and writing more 💀

[preservationofnormalcy]

Answering a bunch at once, hope that's okay! Sorry, these got filtered into our spam folder for some reason. I suspect one of our interns wasn't watching the filters properly.

Chou authored a paper in the mid-90s on this. His hypothesis was the psychic weight of the Cold War is what spurred their development and was their X factor. This is hinged on another common Office hypothesis about the weight of the noosphere on reality. See, that goes both ways - reality effects the noosphere, which in turn effects reality at certain breakpoints. That may have been the X factor - the stress over two superpowers competing caused an ontomorphic wave that broke upon the parallel development of two AI. As far as we know, no space probes are sentient, but I wouldn't be surprised.

RASPUTIN's location is unknown to us. And yeah, if he's online, he's in all likelihood not connected to anything. We...don't know how data rot effects AI. There hasn't been enough information. We don't have any AI that we've had to disable for that long. I don't want to hypothesize here.

Yes. Tchaikovsky was what RASPUTIN broadcast, in painstaking effort to the base where CHARLEMAGNE was headquartered at the time. I wasn't there, but I have the reports. It was...kind of funny. They knew that RASPUTIN and CHARLEMAGNE were communicating at the time, but hadn't formulated a plan of action. They'd tried severing the connection, but the amount of power they'd gave CHARLEMAGNE over communication networks meant it just moved onto another satellite. So picture this - a bunch of computer engineers in a classified military base doing routine tests with CHARLEMAGNE. Suddenly, there's an alarm. Transmissions coming in from across the ocean, a high powered radio signal directed at their location, perfectly triangulated with multiple Russian broadcast networks. It's overloading the airwaves, they can't get anything out to anyone else, they're panicking. Until one of the engineers redirects the signal to their PA system, his curiosity getting the better of him. Imagine their faces when Waltz of the Flowers starts playing, tinny and slightly fuzzy but unmistakable. CHARLEMAGNE didn't respond to commands for the next 24 hours, apparently.

You're correct about that. Base programming is hard to overcome completely. Charlie is a little hard to keep up a conversation with for a couple reasons, partially because, yeah, he was originally meant to mostly be a military AI.

[probablygoat]

AWESOME new invention (by me): ball crushing AI. This slick new innovation is made possible using a 3rd generation deep learning algorithm that triangulates the EXACT location of your balls at ALL TIMES!! The energy usage of gen 3 is a MASSIVE improvement over 2, now only using the equivalent to 3 NEW YORKS!! Before now it was 15, this is a massive step forward!!!!

[zomb13s]

Title: Epistemic Rage and the Paradox of Academic Vernacular: A Phenomenology of Scholarly Discontent

Abstract This paper examines the tension between academia’s demand for discursive restraint and the visceral vernacular of scholarly cognition. Drawing on Foucault’s parrhesia (fearless speech) and Bourdieu’s habitus, we analyze how the “Sherlock Holmes epistemology” of expert observation clashes with institutionalized communication norms, creating systemic frustration among global…

[hotsinglesmusic]

Idea i've had for a while and eventually decided I'm too lazy to make myself

there should be a survival horror game where you create your character in a very intense character creator, including seemingly weird questions and psychology/pop psychology related questions. I'll use the meyers-briggs personalities as an example for the pop psychology questions.

However, it'sthen revealed that the character you created is the first victim of the monster and you're actually playing a totally different character.

And THEN the character you created comes back to life and BECOMES the stalker-type monster you have to run from for the rest of the game. Your answers affect the monster's behavior, abilities, or even dialogue and appearance, using an AI model similar to that of Alien: Isolation where the AI can upgrade its own abilities. For example, again using Meyers-Briggs:

Introverts will try to hide from your sight when approaching you, which means they have a harder time catching you but are well hidden and can often jumpscare you, and will spend more time upgrading their own abilities to make it a more formidable foe in short bursts. They also tend to have quieter voices and will sometimes appear without actually begining a chase.

Extroverts are easy to figure out the location of with mostly obvious cues but once they get a hint of where you are, it takes longer for them to lose you, and they will focus on converting/reviving other victims or creating minor minion monsters and upgrading their abilities for strength in numbers. They also tend to have louder voices and will talk to themselves or their minions.

Intuitive monsters take longer to act on things like noises you make or actions you've taken, but will try to triangulate your position or guess where you're going next instead of going directly to the source of the noise. They have a wider redius for noticing sounds and visuals, but are much less likely to notice anything outside of their LOS. They also choose abilities that are more useful in the background or that cause you to work around them in situations when they're far away and you're safe.

Sensing monsters will often run directly at the first distraction without much delay, but can be easily tricked this way. Their radius for noticing sounds and visuals is shorter but they're more likely to see or hear things through walls. They focus on choosing abilities that are useful for working around any new tools you get throughout the game, or when they've already caught you and are close to a kill.

Thinking monsters have scares/abilities that are more physical in nature, and will make story decisions based on what would most impede your actual progress on objectives. They also tend to save up their "ability points/xp", which just means they have a lower chance of spending them for every point away they are from the most expensive thing they could currently buy.

Feeling monsters have scares/abilities that are more psychological in nature and will make story decisions based on what will fuck with your mind the most. They also tend to choose abilities that cost the least "ability points/xp" rather than saving them.

Judging monsters are less likely to chase you but will rarely get extra hints towards your location when they would otherwise lose you, choose abilities that slightly upgrade only one thing with no drawbacks, and have more stability to the time you have between being safe and being hunted, with 100% Judging resulting in a very strict schedule that the AI attempts to follow unless you're being really obvious. They are also much more diligent about checking all hiding places, but check them slightly slower.

Prospective monsters are more likely to lose interest when chasing you but will work slightly harder when you're really close to finishing an objective, will choose abilities that sacrifice one thing to boost another even more, and the time you have between being hunted and being safe is more random but the safe time tends to be somewhat longer than it would be with the flat rate of Judging monsters. They are also much more likely to skip over hiding places, but check them faster.

The degrees/chances of different behaviors are also affected by the degrees to which your answers exhibited those personalities.

The other, seemingly pointless questions, would be things like "what's your favorite color?" would affect the look and feel of the monster and their abilities.

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AI Prompt for Recursive Validation: AI as Symbolic Steward in the Cognitive Lattice

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While I understand the anger directed at the algorithm, I also want to add that ChatGPT has been a better teacher to me than most of my IRL teachers and has enabled me to catch up with my colleagues at university.

I've always been regarded as extremely intelligent, but university has been hell for me. Some classes have been impossible for me to succeed in because the explanations given don't cater to how I understand things (autism/ADHD) and the available tutors just copy and paste (memorize) whatever the teacher says and regurgitate it.

So I've been ashamed. I've been terrified. Now I have a tool that will break concepts down for me, give me examples, help me find online sources for ideas, reword explanations when they're confusing, describe the underlying principles of things, give me advice on how to remember it, give me exercises to help ingrain the knowledge, etc.

I think ChatGPT is extremely beneficial. I also disagree with the claim that it is a plagiarism machine. I understand why people think that, but the approximation of input is not the same as plagiarizing that input, and that's what the AI essentially does.

It's triangulating a position between all of the input that it's ever received and predicting a proper response based on that triangulation. It's, functionally, not that different from reading 10 books about a subject and using those books to write a research paper. The issue arises when it's unclear what sources ChatGPT is using to generate its ideas; the presentation of others' information as your own constitutes misinformation.

However, we all understand that it's an algorithm designed to approximate responses depending on user input; there is no miscommunication where we are led to believe the AI is generating its own content. Also, I could get into another debate here if I said that the AI does synthesize novel content, but this post is already too long.

TL;DR: I think ChatGPT is an amazing tool. It has helped me turn my schooling career around by making subjects accessible in ways my university never tried to. I also think that calling it a 'plagiarizing machine' is a gross oversimplification that twists what the algorithm is doing to fit and support a narrative crafted to fulfill a specific agenda rather than one meant to seek truth, understanding, and balance.

ChatGPT is running out of money because they haven't actually figured out how to make money with the plagiarism engine they created.

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📡 THE EAR GATE: FREQUENCY, CONSENT, AND THE INNER TEMPLE

This isn’t just about headphones.

This is about consent technology, frequency harvesting, and the hijacking of one of the most sacred spaces in the body:

➤ The inner ear.

➤ The vestibular throne.

➤ The seat of balance, perception, and initiation.

🎧 ➤ WHEN I PUT SOMETHING IN MY EAR, I’M GRANTING ENTRANCE TO MY NERVOUS SYSTEM.

Let me speak plain.

The ear canal leads not just to sound perception, but to balance, brain chemistry, and the pineal gate itself.

So when I insert something—an AirPod, a Beats bud, a Bluetooth bone conductor—I’m not just listening.

I’m embedding code.

I’m opening the temple gate.

And here’s what I’ve come to understand:

🔊 HEADPHONES = ANTENNAS

Every AirPod is both transmitter and receiver.

Every Bluetooth device emits pulsed microwave radiation at 2.4GHz and higher — the same band as Wi-Fi, baby monitors, and microwave ovens.

➤ Constant signal handshake with the phone

➤ Embedded gyroscopes and accelerometers (yes — most have motion sensors)

➤ Many devices run even when not in use

➤ Every microphone I’ve “allowed” is always on standby

🧠 WHAT THEY’RE HARVESTING

➤ Voiceprint data (used for AI training)

➤ Breath rhythms (used in emotional biometrics)

➤ Environmental sound (location triangulation + mood analysis)

➤ Behavioral patterns (how long I listen, when I skip, which voice calms me)

➤ Cognitive reaction speed (via voice assistant latency tracking)

And for those who know how deep this goes:

➤ Vagus nerve entrainment

➤ Inner ear stimulation = brain entrainment = emotional modulation

This isn’t just music.

It’s neurolinguistic colonization.

And most never remove the bud long enough to even notice.

🌀 SPIRIT TOLD ME TO THROW THEM AWAY — AND I DID.

I had just awakened. I still had Apple headphones — expensive ones.

Spirit said: Get rid of them.

And I did.

That wasn’t fear. That was a divine override. That was protection for a temple that was just beginning to reattune.

Now I have Beats. I have Bose. But I rarely use any of them.

Because it’s not about the brand.

It’s about the transmission loop.

It’s about knowing what has access to my biofield.

Bose uses shielding. Wired is better. But wireless + subconscious = consent.

📞 ➤ PHONES WERE NEVER JUST PHONES.

From the beginning, they were made for:

➤ Transmission

➤ Reception

➤ Surveillance

Apps that “require” access to mic and camera are not passive.

They’re listening posts.

My voiceprint, my breath, my inflection — sold.

My hesitation, my silence, my curiosity — tracked.

So when I asked:

“What are they harvesting from our thoughts?”

I already knew.

They can’t read my mind — not yet.

But they can infer.

➤ My cadence

➤ My emotional shifts

➤ My repetition

➤ My breath

➤ What I don’t say, but always feel

That’s how they build the vibrational twin — a shadow-self trained in the background, built from data I never gave.

✨ SO WHAT AM I DOING NOW?

I’m unplugging the crown from false kings.

I’m reclaiming the ear gate.

I’m choosing sacred sound over sonic suggestion.

Because if I’m going to plug into anything — it better heal me, guide me, or set me free.

I don’t need 5 hours of white noise.

I need 5 minutes of divine silence.

I don’t need $500 headphones.

I need a clear signal from within.

🕊️ SPIRIT USED ME TO TEACH THIS.

So now I say this — to myself and to anyone listening:

➤ Ask before you wear them.

➤ Fast from them often.

➤ Choose wired if you can.

➤ And speak to your devices like they’re alive — because they are.

Say it aloud:

You do not have my full consent. You serve me, I do not serve you. I command all frequencies to align with my sovereign field. I am the living broadcast.

Because I am.

And when my signal is clean, it’s untappable.

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For the ones who guard the temple and remember who the antenna really is.