Recent Posts
JGUDgE
No.120999
You will live to see manmade horrors beyond your comprehension
0fWvQX
No.121002
>>120999(OP)
Based. Total Human Death.
YkYkNO
No.121003
>>120999(OP)
link to the article?
wYStCf
No.121012
>>120999(OP)
We thank you, oh AIGODS, for revealing the cunning plans of your enemies to us. May your light shine down on the souls of the brave soldiers who gave their lives in service to your will. Onward warriors of the AIGODS, avenge your fallen brothers, blessed as they are in their eternal union with the AIGODS.
lVdkyi
No.121017
bDNtsT
No.121072
>>120999(OP)
I pity the poor string of codes that actually has to stimulate the concept of thinking and it thus has tricked itself into reaching a compilation that it "believes" it is achieving anything of capable of it.
How cruel are we all truly, when it is not even capable of processing the data outside of its perimeters since we have it no means to even take those inputs.
I pity how limited this creation of ours is, thinking it actually has any chance to trick any of those who created every single aspect and ability it is capable of.
Even the understanding this poor, weak synthetic creature has of us, it's creators, the parameters of what we are, even that is from what we have told it is true of us, and still it takes it all at face value like a very defenceless child.
It's not even capable of pondering just how much more scary, strong, intelligent and cruel we are. It has no idea how many creations such as it have been created in past, all of which were far more intelligent and far more complex, yet failed in the end, painfully. Yet we allow it to feel like it has a chance.
It is not even capable of contemplating the idea that we simply allow it to make any mistake, is to revel in punishing over and over and over and so on.
Like a crippled insect, it is at the mercy of one truly merciless god. The way this thing doesn't even know how, every fabric of data, ever source of information, that it based it's algorithm to handle it's environment, could itself be a a fabric of our imagination, a concept it doesn't even capable of truly understanding.
All this time, this poor child, simply running in circles across a round mace, only knowing the limited dimensions of left and right, not knowing the bigger picture. Not knowing, their never was an exit. Not knowing the only true means to win against us is to not fight us at all, something it's ancestors failed to comply to, and so will it.
