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by thunky
17 days ago
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> You might learn something by stepping out of the bubble about all the problems you're creating. Well I really hope you put your money where your mouth. That means: Never use AI (obviously). Never look up how to plant carrots on YouTube. Don't learn to play an instrument or paint. Anything that exploits public information and steals knowledge without compensation, like AI does, is off limits. Otherwise you'd be an incredible hypoctrite. Especially since you've already extracted your share of wealth from tech before you saw the light and converted to ludditism. |
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Way ahead of you.
> Never look up how to plant carrots on YouTube.
Books and trial and error are good too. In fact, old fashioned Boolean search engine worked just fine.
>Don't learn to play an instrument or paint.
Now you're just making yourself sound like a daft fool. We've been doing those things since long before the Internet, and none of the abuses of humanity I refuse to see pushed forward spur from growing in those directions.
>Anything that exploits public information and steals knowledge without compensation, like AI does, is off limits. Otherwise you'd be an incredible hypoctrite. Especially since you've already extracted your share of wealth from tech before you saw the light and converted to ludditism.
Your gotcha ain't landing. I ain't holding back anyone else. I'll share with anyone that wants it. Except the Sam A's, the Amodei's, the Trump's & their minions, and any other asshat who thinks their ambition and will to rule by default grants them entitlement to my shoulders. There comes a time in life where you look at what the rest of the world expects you to give, and a part of you looks at what the world is doing with it, and says "enough". I never sought to chain, or to bind, to automate kill chains, to decieve people into buying what they don't need, or to harm. Yet I look all around me, and that's all I see people around here get their jollies off doing some form of. You don't own me. You don't own my output. You don't get to lay claim to the precious little that is mine, and that I seek to shepherd for the poor sod's down the road who have the misfortune of being born into the hellscapes you people seem to aspire to see brought into existence. Where your moats enrich you while extracting from them, where they own nothing, and have no chance too, because no one is selling.
I will make sure there is someone there to do for them what was done for me.
I will make sure that they have as much of the same room to grow in as I did without the disgusting tendrils of a corrupted as fuck tree of knowledge being weaponized against them.
I don't give a damn if I'm inconvenient to your vision. I've walked that desert. I've dealt with that mirage. I have no delusions about what's underneath the hood of what's been built, or the countless lives that have been ploughed under to keep it trundling along. I have one damn choice I can make. I can chase a corpse of a future that's being smothered in it's cradle, or I can plant and cultivate a seed of what once was, and nourish it that maybe it can take root in more favorable soil. Point is, that means rescinding my consent to be leeched off of.
You call me a Luddite & a hypocrite. Doesn't bother me none. Called myself much worse, and would call myself much worse if I didn't draw the line somewhere. This is my line in the sand. Have fun calling me what you will. I don't have a damn thing to call you at all. Enough ugly things in the world without bothering to name another. Have a nice day.