it’s going to be another 20 or 30 years before we start killing each other over this but i’m just letting you know now that a computer can never be conscious or sentient
If you earnestly believe this, explain why
i can’t really be bothered right now but tl;dr because consciousness doesn’t emerge from configurations of matter
and yet my consciousness stays stubbornly affixed to a most inconvenient configuration of matter, despite all my protestations for it to astrally project some damn place else
me, a conscious being made entirely of matter:
are yall okay back in the philosophy debates from 1670
why do “daddy doms” always write their about me like “welcome to my own private corner of the internet where all my most private and depraved fantasies will be explored. You’re not ready for the sick playground that is my mind”
like calm down mate it’s just a porn blog it’s 50 pages of boring blowjob gifs and b+w photos of thin white girls bending over
in skyrim i married a homeless man and even though we are married and he lives in my huge fuckin house he still wears rags and asks me to give him 1 gold whenever i see him
depression after years of having it isn’t even sadness it’s just being exhausted and being allowed one (1) emotion a week and sometimes your brain is like “die” and you’re like “shut up brad”
walk in the green forest until you find two mating snakes. poke them with a stick and you shall change sex. good luck!
don’t worry, nonbinary friends – we have you covered too!
you just need to find a weird fountain, swim in it, and its water will make you truly androgynous! no need to bring a swimsuit – it works better when you’re naked!
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