#artificial putting

[inkedinserendipity]

the "art doesn't lie actually" post

this post has been rotating in my head for weeks now, so i decided to actually write it out. thesis: despite what murderbot claims, art doesn't actually lie.*

this is gonna be long, so buckle up!

*obligatory disclaimer: we're cherry-picking a specific definition of "lie" here, because art actually lies by omission all the fucking time. but what's interesting to me is that art's words are factually true. so here we're taking lie to mean (shoutout merriam-webster, y'all i did homework for this), an untrue or inaccurate statement. in the real world lies of omission are still lies etc etc etc., but afaik english doesn't have a word for "factually true but missing backstory". so really this is a manifesto on how when art says something, its words are factually correct, you just might need to look a little further. (and how that ties into its interactions with murderbot in particular. our most funky and fabulous unreliable narrator.)

okay! so!

art doesn't lie, in the sense that the words it speaks are factually true. in a way it reminds me of the fae - it is very careful with its wording, and you have to be wary of double meanings or missing context, but it does not lie to you. art 100% means what it says.

examples that come to mind, in no particular order:

i have a debris deflection system, it says. murderbot says, you have a weapons system. it says, for debris deflection. rating: technically true! it has not lied. however. those are in fact guns. and guns by any other name can still kill you.

art says, my crew has the means to produce the original charters. murderbot, who knows art really well, goes so you mean forge. and art ignores it. because forgery is, technically, the means to produce. rating: true! wholly missing context.

arada goes, transport can you please explain what the fuck happened? art says, i am prioritizing the medical system. it could definitely respond! but it definitely does not want to! (it's fine, secunit will explain when it wakes up, right? right?) rating: probably true! most likely, it is prioritizing the medsystem!

and the most recent, from rapport: art says, completely truthfully, No intel drones have been aboard me. it is correct. (as far as i can remember,) secunit didn't have its drones with it during artificial condition. rating: true! technically! but leaves out the much more alarming fact that oh my god art you let a secunit aboard???

(sidebar: that last one convinced me of this theory. that is such a specific statement that is so clearly meant to cover up a bigger secret. art, you obfuscating ass, you haven't had drones aboard you but you have had a fucking secunit!! i am so full of affection for this absolute menace of a transport.)

there are probably more examples i'm not thinking of. but as far as i can remember, art does not lie. it omits, and it obfuscates, but when it tells you something, you can be pretty fucking sure it means what it says.

so, why does it lie? is it, like our beloved murderbot, completely devoid of self-esteem? or does it just enjoy lying? no! this is the Asshole Research Transport, the Perihelion, the machine intelligence who will demonstrably do absolutely anything to keep its people safe. no, art lies because it has something to protect.

in each of these examples, art is protecting something. its identity. its crew's mission. its prospective relationship with secunit's humans. secunit's entire existence.

(you know, the more i write about art, the more i become convinced that protectiveness is its #1 defining character trait. as a side note.)

so, when art says something, you can be pretty sure that art is telling the truth. but wait a second. murderbot calls it a liar. why could that be?

(theory over now, by the way. this is about to diverge into headcanon/make fun of murderbot time. shoutout @marvelousmawn for the idea, because her brain is so big and sexy!)

yeah, why would our funky little secunit decide that art is a liar? what could art possibly tell its favorite construct that would make it decide that art is lying through its metaphorical teeth? what has secunit consistently, constantly been wrong about throughout the entire series? any guesses? i've got one!

yeah, my bet's that art complimented it one too many times, and murderbot decided it was full of shit.

what a way to get a reputation for being a liar. by being too nice to your bestie.

seren end theory.

[shimada-death]

[beeqisch]

*hagarens ur timkon*

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[darkcreamz95]

⚙️ Logatec's Finest Engineer

Happy Birthday to Joker Out's orange cat drummer~

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[hunterwolf74]

God I cannot get enough of AI/robot characters who've broken through the mold, deviated, become evil, whatever equivalent of gaining real consciousness you fandom has, having to interact with humans who are far more robotic in attitude and behaviour than they are. Uptight, emotionless, but there is no "slow cook them and see how they melt", no break of character for an emotional scene- they remain like that to the very end. Almost as if even though one is made of flesh and the other wires and circuits and metal, who the 'human' in the room is isn't that clear.

[fmab]

doing a little tattoo removal surgery. As enrichment <3

[candlesoul]

"people to work for you, for free, so you can claim their labor as your own" this what "ai art" or any "ai" shit to me.

[pokemon-ash-aus]

if you were to have a hypothetical infection au, what kind of disease would it be and who would go bye-bye first?

Hypothetical, but i love the thought of it cementing in Pokerus. A disease that can't help but NOT be transferred, lasts 3 days then is gone for good- you can never get it again.

Except it goes wrong.

You notice it in your Charmander, a spunky little guy you caught recently in the academy. You see the purple haze of it's eyes and the near lethargic sway of it's body.

Excitement courses through your veins- you know of Pokerus- you have a few pokemon that have gotten it in the past- this is nothing for you.

So you send your Charmander in battle, call commands to it even though it doesn't really listen.

It uses bite... A lot. Small pokemon, big pokemon- you're not sure why, you aren't even sure Charmander HAS bite in it's normal moveset.

Day 3 rolls in fast and leaves in faster.

Your Charmander still has purple eyes and a lethargic sway.

There aren't screams, nothing that tells you of the impending doom crawling down the walls of the academy. Nothing that could tell you how wrong this was.

You set your Charmander in a healing box, let them sit there for a day or so.

The other students and trainers get angry- they are furious with you that you're taking up the only healing box in the biome you are in.

But fear courses through your vein, hints of purple echoing the peripherals of your eyes. Your chest burns, you feel tired and you don't know why.

The day ends and night is falling, so you shakily let out your Charmander.

It lays in the grass, labored breathing reaching your ears.

It suddenly comes to your mind that it hasn't eaten much in the past 3 days.

It comes to mind that you haven't eaten much either.

You stumble away, leaving your charmander at the edge of the healing box, leaving it's purple eyes and pooling drool to lay in the grass.

Rapid attempts have you throwing your pokemon around, the red light drawing your attention and has you staring at them.

You don't recognize them easily. It takes a few minutes of labored breathing before your eyes land on your Florges.

It shows no signs of the Pokerus. It's had it once before and it seems it wasn't eager to pick the desease up again.

Your other pokemon don't bear the same weight.

Your Lechonk hadn't moved since you released it.

Your Sandile was swaying, steadily crossing away from you.

Your Rotom was floating eerily still, orange and blue body coated in a purple hue.

Your Grimer wasn't really there either. It's body inflating as raspy breaths echoed it's body.

It's eyes never left you.

4 days had passed. It takes pokerus a few hours to infect those around it, but it never infects the same pokemon twice.

Your arms feel numb come morning, you've been staring at your pokemon for hours apparently.

The 5th day you don't remember your name, you don't even know if you remember who your pokemon are.

You stumble into the tundra, your body warm and your stomach heavy even as your fingers turn blue in the cold. You wander and wander, watch as Pokemon sway in the same tempo as you.

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

The hunger hits you out of left field, soft at first, then a startling monster that makes your mouth salivate, drool prickling at the edges of your mouth and douse down the front of your shirt.

In the cold, it should be painful. Tiny ice crystals popping and blistering against blemished skin, it should hurt.

You don't feel a thing, but you're hungry.

You're so hungry.

Your wandering, your slow lethargic swaying turns into one of desperation. You're running through the cold tundra, jumping into freezing water that don't bother you none.

There's something at the beach.

It looks like a Pokemon, but it could also be human, you're not sure what it is, but it's too slow to move.

You forget that cooking was an option, forgo all the items in your bag that are fresh and ready to use. You forget that you are in a dome, and food is still readily available to all.

Your teeth sink into flesh as the Pokemon-Human thing writhes beneath you. Warm liquid presses against your tongue, sweet and savory all in one go.

Your mind screams at you- it should taste metallic in some way- but you ignore it for another bite.

One.

Two.

Three.

That's all you need before you pull away, the creature was still living, still writhing and screaming.

You stand and begin to wander again, back through the tundra and into the open plains.

There is a light- you don't recognize it.

The Charmander of before steps to your side, and as a duo, you wander and wander.

The dome is closed.

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Anyway, if i had a thought on who would be infected first, it's gonna be Ash with how much he lvoes and helps pokemon. It's inevitable ToT

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

audgajzgskdhsjsg i just had the random thought about Perkeo gradually seeing less and less stars due to light pollution over time and now im kinda sad :(

Oh yeah they absolutely fucking hate that

They are not very fond of artificial lights to begin with but the fact it took the sky from them is something they'll complain about until the end of time

It helps they picked a remote place to live, but not a lot

I can imagine them sitting with Moon on the roof late at night and pointing out whatever parts of constellations they can see (ex: orion's belt) and going on and on about them, specially how different they look. They'd say they would take him to see them properly one day, somewhere not so bright. He just nods because they say they'll take him many places so that's one more. The sky he sees is already pretty, he can't imagine it could be better than this.

I do think they take some comfort on having the moon, though. And the sun. The astronomical ones. That's the one (well, two) thing that never changed and never will change. Well if you ignore how the sun feels brighter and hotter because the ozone layer went to shit. But anyway

They very much appreciate the fact they can lay down and look up at the sky at all, full or not

[borealing]

this is very small and could be overthinking but when in-ho hooks his leg under gi-hun’s to do the final game/jegi, and they look to the pink suit to see if it counted, you can see in-ho nodding right before they lift their arms into an O. meaning in-ho is doing this shit without any direction for his staff. this means nothing in the long run but i found it funny

ANON YOU KNOW WHAT I WAS WONDERING ABOUT THAT TOO! it did land on gihun's foot but im so curious to know how much of the win was because it was The Frontman nodding at the guard and how much was because that actually counted.... a true parallel to gihun relying on others to get him through the games in s1 regardless lol

[the-dragon-hearted]

👏Do👏Not👏Use👏AI👏To👏Write👏Fanfiction👏

You deserve to write. You deserve to grow as a writer. Your story deserves to be told BY YOU! If you truly think AI can do a better job than you, then the story you are telling doesn't need to be told. If you think AI is the only way you can convey the art you hold in your heart, you don't actually have art to share.

But if you care. If you have a story to tell. You should want to tell it. You should want to learn. You should want to create.

If you're worried about it being bad, good - that means you care. That means you'll learn. If you think the only way you'll be any good at art is by prompting a machine to do it for you, you've already failed. You've already given up.

You are not good because you didn't even try.

[ideavian]

Good day! Some random oc questions, is there any type of art that Eternal Enigma dislikes? Either that, or what's Eternal Enigma's favorite type of art? Slightly even more random, but what type of music would be his favorite? He seems the type that would like Moon Waltz. The whole "Experimental metal being taken over by a classical waltz" could be symbolism of the pearl infection. Or maybe I'm thinking too deep, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Basically he isn't actually able to have artistic preferences by himself! Since he doesn't have his own subjective view of beauty, he relies on others valuing an artwork to find it valuable. Which is to say that it's basically impossible for him to dislike a work unless its creator also hated it? That being said, he does have have a favourite type of art in Chimes' work, because they're the only one able to create art that directly produces an emotional response in him without needing to rely on the perception of others.

[littledashdraws]

dokkalfr resplendent arete

[some-buffoon]

I made this a while ago but I had gone missing /silly so I didn't upload it

[hypokeimena]

cant say this on that post but while i am desperate to live in a house that has a victorian sitting room i would like it to look better than that.