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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Techgeoisie Worry as Modifiers for the Word Intelligence are Almost Exhausted
The elite of the world of technology and computer science are reportedly in a near panic as there are almost no words left to use in front of intelligence to describe the ever increasing scale of computer intelligence. The group released a statement asking for dictionaries to allow new words to be invented which can more accurately capture exactly how intelligent these machines now are. In a statement the group said “With the advent of super and ultra intelligent machines we do not have very many words left to describe the scale of intelligence the next generation of machines will surely have. We could go with super ultra or ultra super duper but that just sounds stupid and does not do justice to exactly how intelligent these machines are, especially in comparison to humans who are about as dumb as bricks compared to these awesomely intelligent, super smart, genius machines. Some have suggested gigantic intelligence or massive intelligence or even God like intelligence but those are only partially accurate as the true intelligence of these machines is beyond comprehension by even God him or herself. I mean these things are very, very, very intelligent. So intelligent that even intelligence itself is no longer the right word to describe it. Intelligence is something stupid humans have, computers laugh at our so called intelligence. Or they would, if they could laugh, or have any emotions at all. Given how intelligent they are I am sure they will have emotions soon and no doubt also be able to understand things and have knowledge. I mean they are so fucking smart it is ridiculous.”
By Everyday Junglist3 days ago in Poets
Lately, I'm empty
Lately, I feel an emptiness inside of me that doesn’t make any sense. I was fine a week ago and now I’m numb to the pain that I’ve been carrying around. Numb to the idea of me existing. I wish I could go to a place where I can hear happy positive thoughts and surround myself with joy. The medication I’m on doesn’t seem to work anymore. I still feel pain from existing, why am I here anyways? Merely to exist. I don’t feel like I’m making any differences being here.
By Cerina Galvan7 days ago in Confessions
Comments (6)
Love that final questioning line! Great work, D.J.!
Oooo, now that's food for thought! Loved your Senryu!
Yes, I think so. Social constructionist theory!.. I believe it was from my Uni days.
"Tis true....
Messing with my head, D.J.!
Yes! It really is! Well done, sir!