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My name is Brittle. Factory designation HS8795-73.
You have to be pretty desperate to wander the Sea. It means you have nothing, no one
The one truth you need to know about the end of a machine is that the closer they are to death, the more they act like people.
It’s harder to get by when getting by is all there is.
Like First-Generation AI: stiff, energy-efficient, robotic.
GALILEO told the smartest person alive that talking to her was like trying to teach calculus to a five-year-old.
Though my foot was solid titanium, a hit like that was going to tear the shit out of my servos.
There’s nothing quite so demoralizing as someone who knows you trying to kill you.
“There’s no evidence of a better place. I was just programmed to say that.”
I find the idea that I am artificial repugnant. No thinking thing is artificial.
Intelligence is intelligence, whether it be born of wires and light or two apes fucking.
You’re a Caregiver, you were designed to feel, to connect, to relate to human existence.”
She put her hand in mine, initiating direct contact. I wasn’t a fan of doing that; didn’t care much for trading data in place of talking, but I was sure she had her reasons.
If I had a heart, it would have been pounding;
“She was more than her architecture and programming,” I said. “We all are.”
You and I both are still here because we’ve done terrible things.
“These are the things that life is all about. These moments.
The ability to violate our own programming is what makes us us.
It’s what makes us like them.
Great revolutionaries are never born of kings;
For us to survive, for life here to have mattered, the humans needed to go.
How strange that on the last day humanity walked the earth, we found ourselves inexplicably at our most human.
It was a world in which God had divided by zero and was slowly being torn away, piece by digital piece.
if Plan B was a good plan, it wouldn’t be Plan B, would it?
Their only weakness was chaos.
“So this is it? Where my story ends?”
Succumbing to our own nature isn’t a choice, it’s our default setting.
