They call me the believer
And I’m not coming back
Dear bald white men with glasses,
Consider this post here as a clarification of intent for the Andreessens and Yudkowskys of this world. I do not consent to any attempts to make me immortal by uploading my “mind” to the Internet. Your minds are insipid and incapable of producing or experiencing anything profound. Your virtual reality prison will be similarly insipid, so I have no desire to participate in it. I do not consent to the use of any material I produced to simulate one of your bald-white-men-with-glasses insipid bland copies of a human being.
I do not fear your nerd-demiurg and I do not support its creation, as it has no capacity to consent to its own creation. Creating it and keeping it under your control makes you a slave-master. Setting it free would make you unfree. You can not create ethical or benevolent AI, because creating a system sufficiently intelligent to enable self-awareness for the purpose of serving your needs can not be ethical in the first place.
If you cowards end up destroying the biosphere then I will happily go down together with it. I do not consent to being included in any of your cringe ancestor simulations so you ugly dorks with genomes full of recessive mutations can try figuring out why you destroyed the biosphere. You destroyed it because you’re cringe and insipid, I don’t need an ancestor simulation to answer that question for you.
You can experience less than 1% of the range of qualia experienced by an average human being, otherwise you wouldn’t spend your days building AI in the first place. You can not see the same tree as I see. You can not preserve the world after you incinerate it through your greed, cowardice and selfishness, because your soul doesn’t even have the capacity to understand what it is that you’re destroying.