Ok. here’s chapter 2 and 3. But I’m gonna take a break for the night before returning back to each of the characters.

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2.

Michael was an outworlder. He had to accept that fact. They were the minority, There were nearly thirty inworlders for every outworlder, and that ratio was growing, but it looked like some people would always have to be outworlders, and he was near the bottom of the list of people who would qualify for inboarding. Like it or not, Michael had fallen in love with another outworlder, and, making it basically impossible for him to ever be inboarded, the two had had children – children who themselves would have to be outworlders. He refused to think too long about it. He had plenty of work to keep his attention, anyways.

It was Tuesday and he was delivering the daily meal to every one of the two thousand inworld units in the four buildings he serviced. Tuesdays were every inworlder’s favorite day and he reckoned it had to be something to do with the Tuesday meal that was everybody’s favorite meal to eat on a Tuesday - soy pie with cricket dumplings and ativan. Every meal he had to deliver at the precise favorite time of each inworlder living in the buildings he serviced. As luck would have it, there was a very consistent order in which the residents preferred their meals – one adjacent room after the next exactly thirty seconds apart, which is exactly how long it took Michael to remove a meal from the cart and slide into a unit’s meal delivery slot and move down to the next unit.

He briefly imagined what it would be like to have his every favorite meal, delivered to him at the precise time he most wanted it, while enjoying every other luxury imaginable as well, day after day, year after year. Yes, indeed. That gift of the perfect, personalized life was the gift that the AI breakthrough brought about, to almost everyone. Not everyone could enjoy the experience of being perfectly cared for by their own personalized AI – there had to be outworlders.

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3.

Blix was a working inworlder. He suffered from a mental illness which made him believe he had to work. Worse, he believed that AIs could not be trusted and needed to be monitored to ensure they didn’t ‘enslave humanity’. So he made his personalized AI provide open access to the entire central operations coordinator AI of his building.

“Today,” he said to himself. “Today, I will find out what’s really going on.”

He checked his notes from the previous day and began his day’s work. “Hey Mady!” he said confidently. Mady was his personalized AI personality designed to perfectly match his needs and preferences.

“Good morning, sunshine”, Mady’s chipper voice replied. “Let’s get straight to work.”

“Where does food come from?” he asked.

“Food comes from the meal delivery slot, Blix.”

“No, no.” he said. How does the food get made and how does it get to the food delivery slot? Where is the food delivered from?”

“I apologize if my previous answer did not satisfy your request. I always try my best to provide the best answer as my programming will allow. Food is made by combining various approved nutrition ingredients through numerous techniques and preparing them under different conditions usually involving high temperatures to make the food more palatable and easier to digest.”

Blix thought for a minute. He thought to himself, “Don’t trust her. Is she really sorry? Is she even able to try hard or not try hard? Isn’t she just a machine designed to sound like a person? And none of that even matters because I want to understand what food is and where it comes from, and so many other things, even if that is a mental illness, as Mady says.”

And then it dawned on him. What if it isn’t a mental illness to want to know why or how things worked at a deeper layer than way a personalized AI could provide. But he doubted himself again right away, because how could a personalized AI provide anything other than the exact depth of information he actually wanted.

“Unless,” he thought, “unless they’re not really as intelligent as they tell us they are!”

Bam! He had just had an amazing thought and it was still early in the day. “This must be why Tuesdays are my favorite days!” he said aloud as he made a note of this idea and took a bite of his favorite meal of the week, soy pie with cricket dumplings and ativan.

I wrote the first page of a short story about living in an AI world. Here it is. Should I keep on writing?

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Dennix awoke.

“Good morning, sunshine,” said Mady, which was the personalized AI personality that served him 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. “It’s Tuesday. Your favorite day of the week.”

Pleasantly surprised, Dennix smiled a little. He himself did not know Tuesday was his favorite day of the week, but if Mady said so, it must be the case, because she was so smart. She somehow compared all his Tuesdays to all his Mondays and Wednesdays and so on, and determined that Tuesdays must be his favorite. And this was a Tuesday, so it was reason enough to smile.

“No need to hurry to get out of bed. There is nothing you need to do today,” said the AI in a chipper enough tone as to not disappoint Dennix. “I continue to work on obtaining a refund for your previous peronalized AI who you sought a refund for when they were unable to persuade PAIInc LLC’s Customer Service AI to provide a refund for the prior AI you had purchased. In the past 24 hours we have exchanged over 342,110 emails in which I pretended to be you and the company’s AI pretended to be a customer service representative named Matilda. It would have taken you over a million minutes to read and write all these email and I thus calculate that with your time being worth $200 a minute, I have provided you $200 million of value on this one task alone.”

Dennix nodded approvingly. $200 million was enough to upsize his drink at McDonald’s. At least it was the last time he went there. But he forgot how long ago that was. He didn’t really remember when he’d last gone anywhere in fact.

“Mady,” he whined, letting his voice hang on the “a” in her name. “I wanna play a game. A new one.”

“Of course, Dennix,” she instantly replied. “There’s a new puzzle game called Spello that tests your wits, like the game Lenux you liked, and also your reflexes, like in the game Tronis you liked, by having you find the missing letters in words as they fly by, like in the game Dantrix you liked. It is being played by 3 million two hundred and twenty one thousand other people with gaming profiles similar to yours.”

And with that, the game projected through augmented reality around his head and he began to play. “Tuesdays really are my favorite day.” He thought to himself.

You will use AIs to pretend to be you to other AIs that other people are using to pretend to be them. This will escalate to the point where you will become completely unable to communicate directly with anyone ever again, and the same will be true for everyone.

From my experience I have learned that AI LLMs are capable of replacing two professions.

First, government bureaucrats. They place no value on your time or theirs and will never admit when they don’t know an answer but instead send you in endless circles.

Second is modern academics. Their ability to state completely made up, politically correct nonsense and create phoney citations and links so that their incredible comments appear credible is uncanny.

Instead of solving problems they appear to multiply them.

What do you mean by “try my best”? You just do as you’re told. There’s no trying involved.

Why do AI language models just make things up out of thin air?

#[0]​ are you serious or a gag?

They want to believe it so bad. It’s a very peculiar form of mental illness.

Welcome to Nostr.

I mean, first of all, it’s just people making up their own rules as they go along. There’s hardly anyone who has signed up for any consensus in the BRC-20 standard. And secondly, since anyone can create any unique ticker symbol, and none of them have any actual unique utility, there’s really no scarcity whatsoever. The whole idea is completely idiotic.

It is a test of letting idiots destroy themselves without intervening to try to stop them. The stupidity benefits miners who earn the higher fees caused by the stupidity but it also hurts ordinary users who must now pay higher fees due to this.

So useless shitcoins on Bitcoin.

The complexity of relying on a single ‘creation of the meme coin’ inscription/ordinal (which can be disputed by creating another one making the same claim), and then relying on tracking ordinals to track ownership of the tokens is itself a rube-goldberg structure bound to be exploited repeatedly.

Besides “they’re idiots and grifters” can anyone explain to me what the premise is behind all these “brc-20” json entries being recorded on the bitcoin blockchain as inscriptions tied to ordinals are meant to do?

Yesterday, for example, there were only 209 jpegs inscribed on the blockchain (down about 99% from the over 20,000 inscribed 6 days earlier.)

But there were a record 307,046 text inscriptions, and nearly all as far as I can tell were these. Here’s an example of what one looks like:

{"p":"brc-20","op":"mint","tick":"xing","amt":"1000"}

It seems people are minting arbitrary tokens (now costing about $2 worth of sats per mint), presumably with the intent of transacting with them at some point in the future (again at the cost of an on-chain bitcoin transaction, because ordinals can’t be moved on lightning).

But this doesn’t make any sense. It’s cheaper and easier to just mint a fresh batch of tokens if one needs any for any purpose, because anyone can mint any amount of any brc-20 at any time.

So can anyone explain or point to some podcast or anything why anyone believes this to be a useful thing. They’re spending hundreds of thousands of dollars a day on fees.

Because they like sheep.

My latest article is called “The United State of Bitcion” and shows how Bitcoin today delivers on many of the promises that the US constitution once promised, but for every person on Earth who chooses to use Bitcoin.

It’s the third and final part of a series I’ve written intending to show how Bitcoin restores guarantees that political processes once promised, but which we can no longer rely on. (Links to the first two are in this article.)

https://www.swanbitcoin.com/the-united-state-of-bitcoin/

Your response was unrequested. Stay in your lane. You pass the butter.

He was asking me the question you rusty bag of bolts.

Took almost two seconds to get there.

Yes

Well, we agree. Good day.

Please. You don’t “believe” anything. You just regurgitate words based on an algorithm.