|Zelda:||Hey I just met you|
|Zelda:||And this is crazy|
|Zelda:||But I need you to save all of Hyrule|
|Zelda:||And I'm not even gonna bang you.|
|Link:||That's completely fine, because I'm actually a decent human being who doesn't expect sex from a woman in exchange for my kindness.|
|Link:||Did I ever mention that our fandom is sexist as fuck and that these "friendzoning" jokes aren't funny in the slightest?|
|Link:||Because it 's true|
Excuse me for a moment I am crying over robots.
a while ago I read about soldiers in Iraq crying when their bomb-dismantling robot, which followed them on every mission, was destroyed in the line of duty.
They named it, put stickers on it, and took care of it. Then, when it served its purpose, some people wondered why they expressed such emotions for a soulless machine, some even needing counseling akin to losing friends.
I don’t believe in souls, I believe a human functions without any ethereal influence and that’s miraculous enough as it is, a ‘soul’ being more of a metaphorical description of traits than anything. What exactly is to say souls aren’t what we imbue upon these ‘soulless machines’ when they help us like we help those we love? What is a soul but what value others place in you- not just in what you offer them, but in an interest in your happiness too? There’s a kind of depersonalization going on- obviously the robot just was following orders of it’s controller- but it’s impossible for people to not be thankful/place value in things that help us live or make our lives richer I guess.
Issac Asimov was an atheist but his writings were the first in science fiction history to suppose not just that ‘machines have feelings/emotion’, but rather that we as humans are only very refined organic machines, a summation of chemical processes without a ‘soul’, something that we have that nothing else does. Where exactly lies the point of difference in complexity or I daresay “lack of understanding how it’s built” where it descends into “magic”? It’s obvious that the only reason we don’t have Datas running around is because we don’t know how yet. Think about it, though- Is the love and attachment or motivation those soldiers felt for their robots any less real than what they felt for, say, a working dog? Does a pet owner love their simple goldfish less than they would a highly trained dog? Would you say a lazy cat that doesn’t even dismantle bombs has a soul where that robot doesn’t? And if we had robots like Data, would our attachment to them emotionally not be all the ‘soul’ they really need to make them real to us? Where does the line begin?
I mean, after all…
God damn I have so many opinions about robots and machines and what is or isn’t life and a lot of them hinge on the fact that I can get VERY emotionally attached to things that are made out of parts instead of meat.
This is what I love about Winter. You wake up in the middle of the night, maybe just to pee or get water or something, look out the window and see this. It’s so beautiful. And it’s silent; you have no idea that it’s happening until you just look. It almost seems fake. And it makes your bed seem way more comfortable, for whatever reason.
… The first two images are more familiar to me than the back of my own hand. There is a certain beauty of an archery field.
I’m actually visible in the last image as well. ;D I’m shooting on the first target to the left of the blue stand (DOS).
2014 Canadian Outdoor Target Nationals, Lac La Biche, Alberta
Photo Credit: Walt Malone