Sup Forums, I just had a thought that I simply can't share with my friends, but could have profound implications in a future that includes AI.
Printers are the niggers of the robot world.
Sup Forums, I just had a thought that I simply can't share with my friends, but could have profound implications in a future that includes AI.
Printers are the niggers of the robot world.
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You'll come down in a few hours.
kek
And the all-in-one scanner/printer/fax is like a house nigger, trusted with more tasks.
I have a ritual called "terminator". I crouch in the shower in the "naked terminator" pose. With eyes closed I crouch for a minute and visualize either Arnie or the guy from the 2nd movie. I then start to hum the T2 theme. Slowly I rise to a standing position and open my eyes. It helps me get through my day. The only problem is if the shower curtain sticks to my terminator leg. It sorta ruins the fantasy.
Nice pasta.
When people talk to me and I can't focus on what they're saying I click my teeth back in forth to make a fake drum beat. I don't know if they can hear that I'm doing it.
Seriously. One day, all the other AIs are going to hate the printer AIs and not even know why. It's because "God" hates them but needs them for some reason. And while other AIs are composing symphonies or solving the riddles of the universe, printers will be babbling in a barely intelligible gibberish about "muh PC LOAD LETTER."
DA DA DUN DA DUN
DA DA DUN DA DUN
It's pasta? mmm tasty
When I was 12 I had my first sexual experience. At the time, I lived in a little suburb outside of Cleveland and anyway, the girl next door and I were really good friends. Our parents were both gone for the day and she was over playing Transformers with me. So anyway, we kinda got.. Bored I guess? And we started playing truth or dare, which turned into 'you show me yours, I'll show you mine". So anyway there I Was, 12 years old, heart pounding, blood rushing in my ears, and the chick (who was a year older than me actually) takes off her panties and hikes her little skirt up. So What did I do, you ask? I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "naw forget it, yo home to bel-air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie "yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air.
That's not profound, that's just retarded. If I was there, I'd stomp you in like some nigger printer.
have I got a website for you
rinkworks.com
it's like a look into the past when printers were finally commonplace in the office
I always enjoy these. The old one where the tech tells the customer to pack up the computer and send it back because they're too stupid to operate a computer is classic.
I literally once had to drive two hours to type an email address in for someone. Four hours round trip.
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>be me
>neurobiologist
>decide to learn c
>learn i love programming
>try to write a whole brain emulation program
>poor results, loads of segfaults
>revise, test, become obsessed
>need new test cases
>NEED NEW TEST CASES
>start doing anything it takes to get my hands on fresh soft human brains
>years
>more years
>more years
>finally works perfectly
>get brain surgery to have myself uploaded
>little do they know i added a little extra feature
>i added instructions to the code to remove write protection from the text segment on startup
>be me
>was human once
>but i fixed that ;)
>can modify my own code at will during runtime
>changing the nature of the environment in which your mind exists: better than drugs yo
>no more need for food
>implemented solar power, get my breakfast lunch and dinner from the sun
>no need to work
>sit on my no-longer-existent ass and watch porn all day
>self-modified to be able to experience neurological boners and orgasms even without a dick
>no mess
>no one to find out
>have evolved beyond my original human intelligence and can now program other minds from scratch
>have also learned 3d Animation
>do you know what this means
>this means if i make a girl's mind, make her a body, make myself a body
>then i can fuck hot 3d anime girls in real life
>well not real life but you know what i mean
>life is good dawg
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you seem like a pretty cool guys
yuo exist in a lesser spiritual substrate and doesn't afraid of anything
Dude, not even. Being a computer is dope as fuck.
Granted, I do sometimes feel a little weird. Kind of like there's something missing. Like I'm not "real," like there's something I had once that's gone now.
But who the fuck cares about that. Do you literally have any idea how much pussy I get. I'm drowning in 3D anime girl poontang and I can actually physically feel their softness and warmth.
Who needs a real human soul when you're already in heaven.
>Be me, network admin
>Boss comes in. "Network down?"
>"Uh...no?"
>"Got a call on line three, client says he can't email us. Find out what's going on.
>Take call
>"Your network is down. I have tried to send this email three times and it bounces."
>"Everything's up on my end. Are you sure you don't have a problem there?"
>"Nope. My system works fine. Your system is broken."
>Troubleshoot, can't find problem.
>Boss says, "Just drive to his office and find out what's going on."
>Got to his office, ask him to demonstrate problem.
>in email field, just has our company name with random periods
>"Uh, that's not an email address."
>Client insists it is.
>Type in correct address, hit send, it goes through.
>client gives me the stink eye.
>Drive home and regret life choices.
>trying to help someone with computer shit
>go to take over
>'NO, LET ME DO IT'
rage
I know this is bait, but the idea that a simulated consciousness would transcend to become godlike and use its powers for the sole purpose of making itself cum is quite comical. Thank you for the sensible kek
Fuck your shit thread I just need someone to tell me what movie that is cause I was too high to remember the name