After all my time here, I’ve yet to see any problem, however complicated, which when you looked at it the right way didn’t become still more complicated.
Don’t be so pessimistic. It’ll affect team morale.
“Stoop, then, or you will be beaten to your knees. Stoop voluntarily, and you may save a remnant. You have depended on metal and power and they have sustained you as far as they could. You have ignored mind and morale and they have failed you.”
“Me order. Me Master. Me run Bartertown!”
“Sure, that’s why you live in shit.”
“Not shit! Energy!”
“Call it what you like, it still smells like shit to me.”
“Not shit! Energy! No energy, no town!”
Travel the galaxy, meet interesting new people, and then swim in their poop.
Last citizen of Atlantis? ? ?
Atlanta was a city, landlocked, hundreds of miles from the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean. Yet so desperate the city’s desire for tourism, that they moved offshore, becoming an island, and an even bigger delta hub. Until the city overdeveloped, and began to sink. Knowing their fate, the quality people ran away. Ted Turner, Hank Aaron, Jeff Foxworthy, the man who invented Coca Cola, the magician, and the other gods of our legends. Though gods they were - and also, Jane Fonda was there - the others chose to stay behind in their porches with their rifles, and in time evolved into mermaids, and sing and dance, and ring in the new…
Atlanta, Titan of the Southland–city of silver towers and soaring roadways, of six million residents and numberless travelers, city of swarming traffic day and night, on the surface, above it and below–Atlanta, city hermetically sealed from the elements by centuries of scientific contriving, city that never sleeps…
Was sleeping now.
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.
In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.
Homo sapiens has evolved to take note of visible threats, but to disregard invisible ones.
An invisible man can rule the world. Nobody will see him come, nobody will see him go. He can hear every secret. He can rob, and rape, and kill!
By the time he reached the command deck, though, the object had vanished.
The stars disappeared. Anders was in a gray nothingness, a void. There was nothing around him except shapeless gray.
With the Gray crayon, he drew the figure of a stick-man who towered over the house, walking away from the window. He gave it a long coat. He gave it arms like Frankenstein’s monster, and then drew something in its arms; a white bundle.
He isn’t human. Frankenstein made him out of dead bodies.
“Susan,” said Bogert, with an air of sympathetic amusement. "I’ll admit that this Frankenstein Complex you’re exhibiting has a certain justification—hence the First Law in the first, place.
Machines speak and listen and reproduce and repair.
We had given AM sentience. Inadvertently, of course, but sentience nonetheless. But it had been
trapped. AM wasn’t God, he was a machine. We had created him to think, but there was nothing it
could do with that creativity. In rage, in frenzy, the machine had killed the human race, almost all of
us, and still it was trapped. AM could not wander, AM could not wonder, AM could not belong. He
could merely be. And so, with the innate loathing that all machines had always held for the weak, soft
creatures who had built them, he had sought revenge. And in his paranoia, he had decided to reprieve
five of us, for a personal, everlasting punishment that would never serve to diminish his hatred that
would merely keep him reminded, amused, proficient at hating man. Immortal, trapped, subject to any
torment he could devise for us from the limitless miracles at his command.
Human brain has around ten-to-the-tenth neurons. By third year Mike had better than one and a half times that number of neuristors. And woke up.
Uplifting the cat is a waste of time and resources–but discussing it is also a waste of time and resources.