@whitequark @ratsnakegames @mcc The Scandinavian languages have a similar thing. A vacuum cleaner is a dust sucker. A refrigerator is a cooling closet. An airplane is a flying machine. A television is completely literally translated: It's a remote sight. In Norwegian, a computer is a data machine.
(Icelandic, a non-Scandinavian Nordic language, has some even more awesome constructs: A computer is a "tölva", a portmanteau of "töl" (number) and "völva" (viking age witch/seeress) - so it's a "number witch"!)
@nixCraft knowledge of how shit works
“My god!” She exclaimed.
“What is it?” He asked.
“There’s no time to explain.”
She jumped up and from her desk in the operations room and ran to the metal locker in the corner.
She flung it open to reveal a full-bore shotgun, which she grabbed, along with as many shells as she could fit in her hands and jeans pockets.
“Veronica?! What are you doing!!” He screamed, now standing as well.
But it was too late. She had already charged through the door and had headed on to the datacenter floor.
He walked out onto the balcony to see what was going on. He was treated to only the briefest listen to the familiar white noise hum of the servers and equipment racks, before the tranquility was shattered by the unmistakable carnage of several shot gun shells being fired towards the hardware.
He ducked for cover. It must’ve only been a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity as she laid waste to the computers that until just a few minutes ago she had been peacefully monitoring.
The shooting subsided, he felt comfortable enough to stand up once again.
Dust, bits of servers, smoke and other debris filled the air.
She slowly walked back up the stairs, now covered in a dirty layer of the various materials, and holding a still smoking shotgun.
“What the hell was that about?!” He asked.
“The AI,” she said. “It started podcasting.”
meanwhile him and his billionaire buddies are doing their LEVEL FUCKING BEST to get rid of any aid or social programs that would help secure a future for the next generation they're so desperately looking to shove into factories.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but the department of education, save the loan department no longer exists currently.
but rest assured, homeboy is telling you you aren't having enough kids to work in his gigafactories.
I'll bet that pile of ketamine in a trench coat doesn't have a will or plan for succession for literally anything in his life right now.
the world's first trillionaire is a nazi, and is or will be responsible for the death of millions through the closure of USAID.
Also, allegedly he's reached out to social media companies to stop them from posting this image of him doing exactly what you think he's doing.
So to Elon, I hope you get what you so richly deserve.
Edit: I've had armchair historians tell me he wasn't the first trillionaire, because lolinflation. Word cannot describe how goddamn stupid you sound when you make these arguments.
also had someone trying tell me that he isn't an actual nazi.
Listen, it looks like a nazi, kills millions like the nazis, even fucking salutes like the nazis. Your lack of pattern recognition is not my problem.
Of course Niantic used Pokemon Go for location training on autonomous weapons, but we weren't worried because it was just a fun game that got people outside.
Of course Snapchat and Instagram used filters to train facial recognition, but we weren't worried because it made our selfies look better and that puppy tongue was so cute.
Of course 23&Me was building a blood quantum database, but we weren't worried because we were curious about our background and it was just harmless fun.
We've been training a surveillance apparatus beyond the wildest dreams of any dictator this whole time.
We weren't worried because it's not like a bigoted authoritarian regime would rise and start abusing it, right?
...right?
Steve:
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