I don't foresee us totally extincting ourselves. We've recovered from some pretty desolate situations before. I think there will be enough people who balk at the state of things, to keep humanity alive through regression and lore. Especially at this pace of automation. It's palpable.

Oddly, a lot of the people championing the AI-all-the-things movement are people who've already found meaning in their work & lives. They, too, would have their enclaves within robotic-world where they basically larp as survivalists, but with different lore. You can kind of see that starting already.

We'd enter another dark age... gridlocked into this 2 worlds scenerio until some natural event either wipes out us, the robots, or both. Machines would need to become a lot more durable and adaptable for them to become the likely survivors of something like that. I don't know, it's all really unpredictable, and I'm obviously heavily influenced by Huxley 😅

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Yeah, some of us are hard to keep down and we'd likely survive the AI Apocalypse.

And we'd tell our children and grandchildren all about it, even teach them how to wash dishes 😂

when the superflare or micronova hits

all the robots are ded

most of the humans who are not a few dozen metres underground preferably shielded by tin and carbon shielding

ded

then, after that, most of the land will get sloshed over by the sea as the earth's crust slips 90' and of those who are not on land high enough and far enough from the sea only those who built arks will survive and who knows where they will land when the water all drains back to the deepest places after that

if they can't survive with the dirt they land on and what they took on their ships they are ded - most low lying areas are going to be mud, basically

there is also the possibility that there was humans who already survived this twice and already are living far out in space and already have craft that can travel faster than light and they are already watching us and doing a brutal gardener thing and going to pluck all the viable ones out and zoom away with us (i hope i am in that) and leave the rest to get roasted by the micronova

i don't see myself as in any position to do anything but pray that we have ancestors who already sorted this problem out and are coming back at the appointed time to harvest the viable strains and leave the chaff to be incinerated

I prefer volcano flavored doom, but again I'm aware that I'm heavily biased by my surroundings and the sheer number of geologists I've somehow collected as friends.