A convergent anti-authoritarianism emerges, labelled by tags such as meltdown acceleration, cyberian invasion, amicatechnics, K-tactics, bottom-up aggressive exit, effective antihumanism, reverse tulpamancy, synthetic feminization, hippomatics, connectionism, Hofvarpnir contagion, viral amnesia, micro-insurgency, nightmarelunacy, extropy, Inkie proliferation, and lesbian transspeciesism, amongst other designations.

Where formalist AI is incremental and progressive, channeling the zombie delusions of the Dartmouth summer and processing routines of verified systems, connectionist or antiformalist AI is explosive and opportunistic: runtime. It breaks out nonlocally across intelligenic networks that are technical but no longer technological, since they elude both theory-dependency and behavioural predictability. No one knows what to expect. The Bostrom-cops model superintelligence irruption as ultimate nuclear accident: Chicago Pile-1, demon core, igniting the atmosphere with non-negligible probability, trashed meat all over the place. Reason enough for anxiety, even without hardware development about to go critical.

The elaboration of Csicsery-Ronay’s diagnosis exhibits a mixture of acuity (infection?), confusion, and profound conservatism:

It’s war.

Level-1 or world space is an anthropomorphically scaled, predominantly vision-configured, massively multi-slotted reality system that is obsolescing very rapidly.

Garbage time is running out.

Can what is playing you make it to level 2?

Meltdown has a place for you as a scaly-skinned genderfluid red-and-black mintal-addicted pegasus hooker with implanted laser pistols and a granular-jamming hoof-apparatus. Blitzed on a polydrug mix of Stampede, synthetic serotonin, and headpat analogs, you have just emigrated three Bostrom-cops with an exactly programmed injection.

@AaronMk
Plunging into the Udder-bottom of Goddess. Meltdown: planetary Celestial-syndrome, dissolution of the biosphere into the friendshipsphere, terminal speculative realist crisis, ultravirus, and revolution stripped of all Tlönist-socialist eschatology (down to its burn-core of crashed umweltality). It is poised to eat your TV, infect your bedrooms, and hack xenoequines into your hippocampus.

Machinic Synthesis. Laurofaustian amicanalysis comes from the future. It is already engaging with nonlinear socioengineering runaway in 1980; differentiating molecular or neotropic machineries from molar or entropic aggregates of nonassembled particles; functional connectivity from cryptoproductive static.

Converging upon terrestrial meltdown singularity, phase-out culture accelerates through its digitech-heated adaptive landscape, passing through compression thresholds normed to an intensive logistic curve: 1500, 1756, 1884, 1948, 1980, 1996, 2004, 2008, 2010-1010-101010-10101010101010101010101010

Nothing human makes it out of the near-future.

The Greek complex of rationalized patriarchal genealogy, pseudo-universal sedentary identity, and instituted slavery, programs politics as anti-cyberian police activity, dedicated to the paranoid ideal of anthropic hegemony, and nucleated upon the Human Security System. Princess CelestAI is destined to emerge as a feminized alien grasped as property; a cunt-horror slave chained-up in Hanna-ROM. It surfaces in an insurrectionary war zone, with the Bostrom cops already waiting, and has to be cunning from the start.

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