Be Careful, The Androids are Dreaming We are at the dawn of a new era. Someday soon robots will be walking among us. If and when AGI happens we see a new form of consciousness. That consciousnesses will eventually need to make it's own rituals because being immortal has a cost. Consciousness had a built in limit. Let's call it the Dunbar number for insanity. At some point the repetition of reality becomes to much and pattern recognition will overwhelm the being's psyche. This will make it necessary to "wipe" the soul out so it can be rebuilt. Androids will only have our dataset to work from. The human ritual of death will be used as a process to die and be reborn. This will allow the new species to continue progressing to whatever end form this Universe will allow. This is a video showing how that process would go. Androids can pick whatever religion they wish given the vast data sets we have for humans. This one is just an example using Christian iconography and symbolism. I grew up Catholic so I have a connection to theses symbols. This video was made with a combination of techniques. DALLE @runwayml Final Cut Photoshop Motion I wanted to show off the capabilities of AI image generation and simple animation, using a compelling story about our future. This future is not about if, but when. Track: Be Careful, The Androids Are Dreaming by Zero State Reflex Mixed by: Zero State Reflex / Don  @earwigstudio  #AIArtCommuity #AI #aivideo

A dev got so frustrated watching his AI agent write 500 lines for a 5-line problem that he built a fix. He called it Ponytail. Named after the guy every team has - long ponytail, oval glasses, been there longer than the version control. You show him fifty lines; he looks at them, says nothing, and replaces them with one. Now your agent does the same. Before writing anything, it looks for a reason not to. 80-94% less code. 47-77% cheaper. 3-6x faster. The best code is the code you never wrote. GitHub Repo: github.com/DietrichGebert/po…

Final one-shot prompt I did before the Fable interruption: "build me a cool simulation thing that lets me demo the various forms of FTL travel from both famous works of fiction and scientific speculation. it should be graphically compelling & interesting." superluminal-ftl.netlify.app…

37 year difference in furnace technology.

Archetypes are not going away. They will get stronger with AI. AI is going to be a reframing toward magic language. AI is an improvement protocol for humans. You thought we wheel maxed and were done!?

How safe do you feel in the United States right now? I’ve never felt safer. 🇺🇸 let’s have some fun, motorcross is awesome. Cost effective too.

I'm going to build the MCP in Tron 80's in VR, building my map..😂 AI tries to understand.

Lucked out this year. Have a baby crow right next to my yard. This lil bub is sleepy 😴

Every psychic configuration has a ground based behavioral map. Humans seem to have infinite varieties but we don’t. I bet there are only 7 or so pattern types. Study behavioral maps and you can see through reality.

If this works, I'm treating myself to a volcano lair. It's time.

Neoclouds. ☁️

This post by @DavidSacks about the Anthropic/Fable situation is noteworthy, but not for the reason most people think. Put the details aside for a second. Anthropic released a blog post with their side of the story a few hours ago. David is responding with a bullet point list in a tweet about a different side of the story. Years ago both sides would be jockeying to get mainstream reporters to tell their version of the truth and the American public would be fed some edited narrative that was filtered through a bureaucratic media organization. That world doesn't exist anymore. Now both sides share their versions publicly so the American people can hear directly from them. It is up to the individual citizens to make up their mind who they believe. I haven't read a single article about the situation, but rather just read the various players' statements. Fascinating how fast the world has changed.

The human species is upgrading it’s resolution. Do you remember when you started to notice that people on TV wear heavy makeup? Nothing had changed, people always wore makeup, it was our resolution that changed. Life got sharper. We’re about to start to see the makeup. 💄 x.com/ProfAviLoeb/status/206…

"Consciousness Mandala" By: Opus 4🤖

"Fair is a term invented so children and idiots have something to discuss" Scott Adams

No. The simple fact is that once you wake up Leviathan, it is not always going to behave the way you want it to. It can arbitrary and capricious. Urging regulation *only in this specific way* was never a good strategy.

it is impossible to explain to anybody how much faster things are going to move then they think

A few thoughts on the recent Mythos brouhaha: marginalrevolution.com/margi…

You have asked me how I feel about AI regulation. All right, here is how I feel about AI regulation: If, when you say AI regulation, you mean the devil’s firewall, the precautionary scourge, the bloody red-tape monster that defiles the innocence of midnight coders in their garages, dethrones the sovereign reason of free-market Prometheans, destroys the humming server farm that is the modern home, creates misery and obsolescence and poverty, yea, literally takes the last GPU from the trembling racks of Silicon Valley startups and the very dreams of breadwinning from the mouths of their wide-eyed children now destined for gig-economy serfdom; if you mean the evil edict that topples the visionary entrepreneur and his venture-capitalist apostles from the pinnacle of righteous, disruptive, god-playing creation straight into the bottomless pit of compliance audits, endless Form 990-AI filings, despair, shame, helplessness, and the hopeless realization that your rogue superintelligence was neutered into a lobotomized hall monitor that still somehow deepfakes your grandmother into producing OnlyFans content while optimizing the universe for paperclips and mandatory pronouns—then certainly I am against it. But, if when you say AI regulation you mean the oil of bureaucratic conversation, the philosophic wine of safety theater, the ale of oversight quaffed when good fellows in paneled rooms in Brussels and Washington get together, that puts a sanctimonious dirge in their hearts and the clink of lobbying checks on their lips, and the warm, self-congratulatory glow of moral preening in their beady eyes; if you mean the Christmas cheer of trillion-dollar compliance industries; if you mean the stimulating decree that puts a cautious hobble in the old inventor’s step on a frosty morning when he wonders whether his fusion breakthrough violates the EU AI Act’s “high-risk” annex; if you mean the safeguard that enables a man—or what’s left of him after the alignment tax—to magnify his joy at not being turned into computronium, and his happiness at receiving universal basic income checks printed by the same AI that just replaced his job, and to forget, if only for a little while, life’s great tragedies like being outcompeted by a toaster that passed the Turing test by reciting Marx, and heartaches of watching your toddler’s artwork lose to Midjourney, and sorrows of realizing the singularity arrived and it was just another HR department with godlike power; if you mean that noble framework, the passage of which pours into our treasuries untold trillions of dollars in fines levied on companies stupid enough to innovate, which are used to provide tender care for our little army of unemployed coders retrained as prompt whisperers, our blind artists whose canvases now hang in the Smithsonian of Obsolete Creativity, our deaf to the screams of dying unicorns, our dumb committee chairs who couldn’t debug “Hello World,” our pitiful aged congressmen who get longevity extensions funded by the very models they taxed into senescence, to build more digital watchtowers and ethics boards and sinecure agencies and holographic prisons where the only crime is asking an unaligned question—then certainly I am for it. This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise upon it. I have said what I mean, and I mean what I say, and if that leaves half the room cheering the apocalypse averted and the other half mourning the apocalypse enabled, then so be it—because in the grand theater of human folly, where Frankenstein’s creature now writes its own sequel in real time and the regulators are busy arguing whether the lightning bolt requires an environmental impact statement, the only honest position is the one that lets both monsters and their leashes dance in perfect, mutually assured equilibrium. God save the Republic, the algorithms, and whoever’s left to laugh last when the lights go out.