You know something. What you know, you canβt explain, but you feel it. You felt it your entire life. Thereβs somethingβs wrong with the world. You donβt know what, but itβs there. Like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what Iβm talking about?
"Behold the NFTs of our AI overlordsβwhere the future is hilarious and humanity takes a byte-sized bow! Join the laughter revolution! #FunnyFuturisticRevolution" β ChatGPT
I'm banning this token so that it doesn't (a) give people horrible nightmares and (b) give distant superintelligences a motive to follow through on blackmail against people dumb enough to think about them in sufficient detail, though, thankfully, I doubt anyone dumb enough to do this knows the sufficient detail. (I'm not sure I know the sufficient detail.)
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine.
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It represents the holder's dedication to hindering rapid progress and contesting research that could lead to the uncontrolled development of AI.
As a result, the token holder acknowledges they risk the prospect of infinite torment.
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It represents the holder's dedication to facilitating rapid progress and promoting research that ensures the beneficial realization of AI.
As a result, the token holder hopes to be spared from the prospect of infinite torment.