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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Misplaced Lens Cap

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If I haven’t made it obvious enough yet, I really like Wildbow’s writing
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Hi! Sorry if you have been asked this before, but would you mind talking about your approach to coming up with names in your work, particularly the alien/SciFi sounding ones? I know you talk a bit about pronunciations on the FAQ on your blog, but I didnt see anything about how you actually name people/places/things on your work?
Thanks!
So, honestly? I mostly use a random name generator. This one, in fact. I put in whatever parameters I want (do I want one of the Radchaai theophoric names that will begin with Ti- or Sei- ? do I want lots of vowels? Etc) and then hit refresh until I see something I like.
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so much fiction is made by fundamentally knowledgeless people. Fantasy whose authress knows nothing of history, biology, or anthropology, only other fantasy. Cyberpunk writress with no understanding of political theory, sociology, or technology.
We increasingly live in a world without primary sources, or even secondary sources as the average creative is increasingly uncultured, only tertiary; ideas laundered until any context is sanded away. The median artist a dog that's never eaten food, only other dogs' vomit, some only their own vomit as franchises stumble through decades of self-referential undeath.
So much vitriol against AI art is that it is the previous norm at its most efficient: a mechanical dog that can imagine other dogs' vomit and conjure her own without first heaving.
someone's probably pointed this out before, but it's so deeply ironic (or maybe tragic) that worm caught on among rationalists, because taylor's recourse to rationality is so obviously pathological lol. taylor's cold intellectualization of her problems is another facet of her tendency toward dissociation: just as she "sees" through her bugs to escape the pain of her human body, so too does she grow to see people around her as so many manipulable objects in her pursuit of moral purity--which ultimately culminates, of course, in the catastrophe of khepri.
this way, taylor is a kind of critique of enlightenment thinking. through her highly rational consequentialist ethics, she comes to kill and violate an ever increasing number of people. this mirrors the inexorable movement from descartes to the atom bomb. but taylor's icy utilitarianism, again, is so clearly rooted in her inability to cope with trauma. this is why we see it valorized by the likes of yudkowsky and the zizians. very sad indeed.
the very first time in my life I met Worm "fans" IRL was a post-Blockchain conference meeting in SF organized by Coinbase circa late 2019.
What still sticks from that meeting was them characterizing Taylor as an emotionless utilitarian. That you can't care about the small things when you're saving the world.
guess we're not really all that small, in the end.
Sorry, but you will become something great and terrible.
Ghost in the Shell, dir. Mamoru Oshii, 1995
"Fashion Student" Worm - Sentinel 9.2
The Seven Hospitals You Visit When You Die by Todd Matthews, surfaces.cx.
Ok, so lets say you get dropped into Earth Bet. Cauldron are gone. The Triumvirate are missing. Here is what you do:
1-Meet with Accord. Warn him of his untimely death in new Delhi. Trade this information in exchange for three things: a million dollars, Blastos contact details, and a sample of Flechette’s dna.
2-Find Blasto. Persuade him to work for you for a while in exchange for a colossal amount of money. Move into an abandoned warehouse-Outside of Boston, that’s too much heat. We’re going to Malden, Massachusetts.
3-Begin mass producing Flechette clones. In New York City, Flechette #1 begins to have dreams of a cold, dark laboratory. Irrelevant. The clones will be confused and won’t have proper memories, making them easier to handle. Once you have about 25, begin the next step
4-Attend the next Endbringer fight: Leviathan, of course. Leave Blasto at home, and avoid the front lines yourself. Deploy the Flechette Clone Army and tell them to aim for the base of the tail. Leviathan is injured, but survives and retreats. 10 of the 25 Flechettes have died, plus original Flechette who was killed in a jealous rage by the clones.
5-Now back home, browbeat the remaining members of the Flechette Clone Army for their perceived failure. In your sleep, get murdered by the leading Flechette for sending them into the meat grinder. Blasto is now their slave.
6-The Flechette Clone Army, now an independent and belligerent force, begins to terrorise Malden. Local heroes and villains are torn apart in random conflicts that quickly escalate into lethal violence. They wander around the city like ronin, picking fights for no reason besides boredom and aimless rage at their awful situation. They stick together due to shared trauma and the charismatic leadership of Flechette #9.
7-Blasto scales up production under constant threats by Flechette Clone Army Leadership. Increasing clashes with Protectorate forces lead them to pursue rapid growth. More clones are produced in an increasingly refined process, and are indoctrinated from creation with the nascent values of the Flechette Clone Army. There are now over 100 Flechettes roaming the city and squatting in buildings in several city blocks that they have staked out and cleared of life. Many of the Flechettes are now fucking each other. It could perhaps be more accurately characterised now as a polycule.
8-Next Endbringer battle comes and goes, and the Flechette Clone Polycule stays at home. They have angrily rejected the ideas of both altruism and a higher purpose, and become increasingly nihilistic ideologically. Few of them are happy. They take more ground and kill more heroes. Malden begins official government evacuation
9-Blasto attempts escape using a homunculi he cooked up. Flechettes catch him before he escapes city boundaries, and kill him. Now incapable of reproduction, the Flechette Clone Polycule is a much more limited threat. However due to a tragically poorly timed decision, the city of Malden is then nuked that same day in order to contain the threat. Humanity now has absolutely no hope of killing Scion or any Endbringers.
And that is how you do it!
post-bakuda fight
you have entered my domain.