Huh, there're actually some good effortposts in the YouTube comments.
Huh, there're actually some good effortposts in the YouTube comments.
Well, it isn't an actual language (and thus is very easy to do), but it's been useful to learn Elian script (just an alternate way of writing the alphabet) so I can write random ideas at work without anyone being able to read them... they must never see my stupid notes...
My vote is inexplicable alien contact event from beyond our comprehensible reality - The Zone, but underwater.
Or literally anything that reduces their liability.
Virtually the opposite happened to me - during a bit of a depression (ADHD fucking up my first uni attempt), moved from the UK to stay in my mom's basement in Canada for a year, then had to get the same procedure as you.
...the dentists were sooooooo nice as they asked for all my savings. I'd been quite proud of actually working a job (Starbucks, and hell, I was a coffee-like-product assembling machine - not that that's good, yadda yadda) and earning a pittance.
Ah well, nowadays I'm back in the UK, and public dentistry has pretty much collapsed anyway.
The best? worst? blurst? part of it being that the LLM isn't even close to self aware or alive. It isn't even really appropriate to talk about how it lacks consciousness, in the same way that one doesn't talk about the sand on a beach having a soul(Wealthy).
It's just everywhere, and Very Serious (Wealthy) People are saying it's alive, and if you don't believe in it either then maybe you're not being productive and don't deserve a job where they give you a free* wire in your head.
*hahahahaha
TOS has some really great episodes - the benefit of just getting actual scifi authors to submit scripts. And then it has, uh, well some of it is probably also due to the scifi authors...
I just use my safe can opener on those as well, works fine. It uses pressure to split the rolled over seam around the edge, so it doesn't matter too much what kinda can it is.
Can you name the truck with four wheel drive, smells like a steak and seats thirty-five..
Canyonero! Canyonero!
Well, it goes real slow with the hammer down, it's the country-fried truck endorsed by a clown!
Canyonero! (Yah!) Canyonero!
The Federal Highway commission has ruled the Canyonero unsafe for highway or city driving.
Canyonero!
12 yards long, 2 lanes wide, 65 tons of American Pride!
Canyonero! Canyonero!
Top of the line in utility sports, unexplained fires are a matter for the courts!
Canyonero! Canyonero! (Yah!)
She blinds everybody with her super high beams, she's a squirrel crushing, deer smacking, driving machine!
Canyonero!-oh woah, Canyonero! (Yah!)
Just in case you haven't seen it: Ultrasonic Rat Giggles
Scientists do not step in. They do not do things. They enable the actions of those with actual power, to do what they want.
My experience of studying physics was that the vague Ideal Scientist to fit within the desires of capitalist funding wasn't Einstein (not that they tell you his politics) or even Oppenheimer (not that they tell you that he wanted to use the bomb) - it was the Wehrner Von Braun from the song. Hell, even Von Braun's a bit iffy for being so well-known.
A sagacious detachment from politics/reality and a noble focus on driving the field forwards in whatever ways are funded, for whatever reason.
Environmental scientists are significantly better than this, of course. But even they have the pressures of pretending Carbon Capture and other dead ends are a thing because the moneybags will not accept otherwise.
A slightly random aside: It's one of the more realistic parts of Fallout - a couple years before the bombs dropped, they solved clean energy and resource constraints (fusion and replicators). The government simply didn't share.
Edit: And as others have said they have already solved climate change and told us all the solutions, decades ago.
An Arizona prosecutor said the man arrested in the shooting of a Democratic National Committee office in suburban Phoenix had more than 200 guns and over 250,000 rounds of ammunition in his home, leading law enforcement to believe he may have been planning a mass casualty event.
Assuming he was one of the Hecatoncheires, perhaps. But while looking for a photo of one, I came across this very convincing evidence that he was - and that some kid called "Percy Jackson" incited this whole thing.
From the reference on the wiki page, it should be published as part of The Portable Sixties Reader on p208-212 - https://annas-archive.org/md5/1a4c9e7d4519296b4947e5efdd8ef024 - just downloading it to read it myself.
Edit: That link was a large pdf that failed to download, changed to a more sensible epub.
I can see it - the top-right green squiggle has a bit of an Amigara Fault vibe to it.
"Th- this lever... it was made for me!"
On that topic, Exalted VS Old World of Darkness is a pretty fun one for the entire point of it being punching all that edgy bullshit in the fangs with shiny golden bullshit that can actually improve society somewhat. Or doubling down on the edgey power thematics, but not having to pay the awwwwwful price and be all mopey about being Killhard Soulshitter.
Earth Defense Force - a B-Movie in game form - has a big problem with the Wing Divers. Their civilian outfit is great, a nice practical flightsuit. Then... their combat outfit is hotpants, and their future-warfare outfit is vertical hotpants. I can accept that it represents a great leap in cyberpunk clothing technology, but...
Anyway, to get back on track, the Ranger's biggest problem is that when he sprints the camera zooms right in on his butt and you can't see anything else.
"In conclusion the seals were riddled with bullets, smuggling large bricks of cocaine in their vests instead of armour plates, taunting Poseidon, ignoring a very ominous fortune cookie, wearing those nasty falling-apart ten-year-old boots they'd been told to throw out for seven years, had not completed the fishman supersoldier programme to develop gills, and were carrying twenty pairs of cotton socks to protect several bottles of Klingon bloodwine. As a result they sank."
There was a kids show with that plot called The Odyssey. The main character was fighting through a fantasy land that reflected their struggle to reawaken - I think I liked it? I can't really remember.
Here's a nicer existential musing (the second paragraph, but the first is related to it):
With some commentary:
The entire field of popsci business insight is just a stream of Jabberwocky, in hopes your connections sell a ton of garbage to some of the most credulous and desperate rubes on the planet - mid-level corpos. The place that I work in, uses the Net Promoter Score idiocy, which didn't even work for the niche it was intended for, but they now misapply to customer ratings.
Some of that is possibly from the functional use of invalid metrics - as they invariably produce "underperforming" results which can be used as a whip against stores and store management. A single "detractor" causes a tick up in baseline stress and overwork.