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My interpretation of what you're asking is: “What is your opinion on writers discussing topics like sexual assault and other taboo subjects?”
Well, it's obviously possible to depict taboo subjects without endorsing them... but that's kind of the cowardly answer lol.
So let's go deeper. What about works that actively defend or promote or revel in things like sexual assault, abuse, exploitation, etc?
I don't even want those to be banned. Here are just a few reasons why:
It is better to study darkness than to pretend it doesn't exist.
Suppressed material doesn't disappear - it just goes underground.
And bad ideas are easier to fight when they are visible to the public.
Censorship destroys evidence that scholars and investigators need.
Even monstrous writing can be useful as evidence, for instance if it documents crimes or other harm the author may have committed.
No authority can be trusted to "correctly" limit human imagination.
The people most eager to ban the worst material are rarely content to stop there. History shows that censorship always expands.
Few works are uniformly ugly. Even the most repulsive writings may contain moments of insight or reflection we can learn from.
Democracy is built on the idea that we must trust people, as a whole, to decide what's best for themselves, and to make their own personal decisions.
We can never predict how writings may affect strangers. If there is no single, specific individual target who is tangibly harmed, then we cannot say with any confidence that any work is innately "harmful."
Minority voices almost never control the censorship machine. This means works by minority groups end up policed much more harshly.
Rules regarding any censorship are necessarily vague and open to interpretation.
When people fear punishment for certain speech, they try to stay well within the law for their own safety. That leads people to self-censor perfectly legal speech just to be safe (a "chilling effect")
Access to more viewpoints - even shocking and vile ones ones - is a good thing. More information is good. Ignorance is NOT a virtue.
This is my first attempt, so please be gentle. The fic is Alexia-centered, but it takes a bit to get there. Stick with me – it will be worth it.
Offside Hearts
y/n is the new press officer for the Swedish Football Association: professional, structured, and meticulous. When they meet Alexia during the 2023 Women’s World Cup, something stirs inside them. What starts as professional distance slowly grows into something much deeper. Slow burn.
Chapter 1 - Winter Light
Warnings: none
The espresso machine came to life before the rest of the apartment did. Y/n had turned it on almost without thinking, muscle memory guiding their hand as they crossed the kitchen barefoot, the floor cold against their skin. Outside, the city was still dim, winter light struggling through cloud cover that never fully lifted this time of year. Stockholm in January did not rush itself. Neither did y/n. They preferred it that way.
The machine hummed steadily as it warmed, a low mechanical sound that filled the quiet space and anchored it. Y/n opened the cupboard, reached for the ceramic cup they used every morning—the one with a slightly chipped rim, heavier than most. It fit their hand properly. That mattered.
Coffee, for them, was not indulgence. It was alignment.
They measured the beans carefully, watching the scale settle before emptying them into the grinder. The sound was familiar, controlled. Predictable. In an industry built on variables—injuries, form, narratives that shifted overnight—predictability was a relief.
While the grinder worked, y/n leaned back against the counter and let their thoughts drift, not aimlessly, but along familiar paths. This was not their first first day.
Over the past fifteen years, they had stepped into enough new roles to know that the work itself rarely changed as much as the environment around it. Clubs had come and gone. Cities blurred together in memory—airports, press rooms, training grounds, hotel conference spaces converted into makeshift media centers. They had worked with teams chasing titles and teams fighting relegation, with organizations that understood communication as strategy and others that only noticed it when something went wrong. They had learned how quickly a single quote could spiral, how silence could be interpreted as arrogance, how honesty—handled correctly—could defuse tension before it ignited. They had been there when a striker’s injury became a scandal, when a coach’s offhand comment threatened to fracture a dressing room, when supporters demanded answers no one could give.
They had learned to listen more than they spoke. To anticipate rather than react.
National team football was different, they knew. Fewer days together. More scrutiny. Less room to course-correct once a narrative escaped into the open. Players arrived carrying expectations shaped by club form, public perception, unfinished business. But the fundamentals remained. Preparation. Clarity. Boundaries.
The espresso finished extracting, the stream slowing naturally. Y/n watched the crema settle before switching the machine off. They took the first sip standing still, eyes unfocused, attention narrowed to taste and temperature. Good.
The apartment itself was minimal—furnished, practical, temporary. They had chosen it deliberately. Close to the federation offices. No excess. No distractions. There would be time later to decide whether this place became something more permanent. For now, it was enough that everything had its place.
They showered quickly, dressed with the same economy of movement. Dark trousers. Neutral sweater. Coat heavy enough for the cold. Hair neat, unremarkable. Professional. Intentional. In the hallway mirror, y/n paused for a moment, studying their reflection with the detached assessment they usually reserved for press footage. They looked as they always did before stepping into something new: composed, alert, already slightly ahead of the moment. Satisfied, they turned off the lights and locked the door behind them.
The cold outside was sharp but clean. Y/n walked rather than checked their phone, breath visible in short clouds as they moved through streets still shaking off the morning. A tram passed nearby, metal wheels humming over tracks. Someone jogged past, earbuds in, face set with determination that felt vaguely familiar. As they walked, their thoughts shifted forward, slotting into place like items on a checklist. Orientation. Introductions. Media schedules. Player profiles. They would observe first. Speak second.
The federation building emerged ahead of them, glass and concrete softened slightly by snow piled along its edges. Inside, warmth greeted them immediately, along with the low, constant noise of people already in motion. This, y/n noted, was always the real beginning—not the contract signing, not the announcement, but the moment when you stepped into a space already alive without you. They adjusted their bag on their shoulder and entered.
The lobby smelled faintly of coffee and printer ink. Screens along the walls displayed archived match footage on mute—goals looping endlessly, celebrations frozen mid-motion. Staff moved through the space with practiced urgency, conversations overlapping without colliding. Y/n paused just long enough to take it in. They were good at this part. Reading a room. Identifying rhythms. Spotting pressure points before they announced themselves.
A receptionist greeted them by name, already expecting them. Their badge was waiting. Their desk assigned. Efficiency was a language y/n spoke fluently.
As they made their way toward the media offices, they passed a corkboard already crowded with provisional schedules. Training camps. Travel days. Friendlies penciled in, some still tentative. They did not stop yet. First impressions mattered, but timing mattered more.
Their office was modest but functional. Desk. Chair. Monitor. A window overlooking the training grounds, currently quiet under a thin layer of frost. Someone had placed a small Swedish flag on the corner of the desk. Crisp. New. Y/n set their bag down, powered up the computer, and took a moment to align the items on the desk—laptop centered, notebook squared, pen parallel. Then they sat. The chair was comfortable enough. That, too, was a small mercy.
Before they could open their email, footsteps approached. “Good timing,” a voice said warmly.
Pia Sundhage stood in the doorway, coffee in hand, expression open and curious rather than evaluative. Years in the public eye had given her a presence that filled space without demanding it. Y/n stood, offering their hand. “Welcome,” Pia said, shaking it firmly. “We’re glad you’re here.” “Thank you,” y/n replied. “So am I.”
Pia’s gaze flicked briefly to the desk, the window, the open screen. She noticed things. That was clear. “We’re heading into media training with the squad this morning,” Pia continued. “I thought you might want to join rather than sit through meetings first.” Y/n’s mouth curved into a faint smile. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
As they walked together toward the training hall, Pia spoke candidly—about expectations, about the balance between protecting players and empowering them, about the unique pressures that came with representing a country rather than a club. “The margins are smaller,” Pia said. “And the noise is louder.” “I’ve noticed,” y/n said evenly. “Usually at the same time.” Pia laughed. “You’ll fit in.”
The training hall was already active when they arrived. Music played softly from a speaker near the wall, something upbeat but unobtrusive. Players stretched, talked, laughed. Younger ones clustered together, energy spilling outward; veterans moved with quieter confidence, already focused. Y/n stood slightly back at first, observing. They noted posture, body language, who spoke and who listened. Who filled space. Who held it.
Pia gathered the group’s attention and introduced y/n without embellishment. Title. Role. Purpose. “I’m not here to police you,” y/n began, voice carrying easily without strain. “I’m here to make sure you don’t have to deal with unnecessary problems later.” That earned a few smiles. A few raised eyebrows.
They started with simple exercises. Mock questions designed to feel harmless until they weren’t. Expectations. Pressure. Tournament goals. Hanna Bennison volunteered first, answering quickly, honestly, and without much filtering. Y/n let her finish before stepping in. “Good instinct,” they said. “Now let’s make sure the headline doesn’t write itself.” They reworked the response together, y/n guiding rather than dictating. Hanna listened, adjusted, tried again. Better.
Nearby, Nathalie Björn watched closely, absorbing patterns. Filippa Angeldahl asked thoughtful questions about reframing negativity. Kosovare Asllani leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp—not challenging, but assessing. Y/n welcomed it.
They moved through scenarios steadily, increasing complexity. Leading questions. Provocations disguised as praise. Silence used as pressure. They explained not just what to say, but why. By the time they wrapped up, the atmosphere had shifted. Less self-conscious. More deliberate.
As the group dispersed, Asllani approached. “You don’t overcomplicate things,” she said. Y/n nodded once. “There’s rarely time for that.”
When the hall finally emptied, y/n checked the time and made a mental note. The session had run long. No one had complained.
—
Back in their office, the building quieter now, y/n poured themselves another coffee from the small machine someone had already stocked. Not as good as the one at home, but serviceable. They sat, took a sip, and let the events of the morning settle. First days were always about calibration. About understanding how much to push, when to step back. About setting tone without force. So far, so good.
They opened the calendar at last. Spring filled the screen with blocks of color—training camps, travel, friendlies. Their eyes paused on one entry.
Sweden vs Spain – Spring Friendly
They clicked it open. Details sparse for now. Venue still tentative. Press obligations already flagged. This would be their first major press conference in the role.
—
By late afternoon, the building had begun to quiet. The constant background noise—phones, footsteps, overlapping conversations—thinned into something more spacious. Doors closed softly. Chairs scraped less often. The kind of silence that settled in not because work was finished, but because attention had shifted elsewhere.
Y/n noticed it without reacting to it. They stayed.
First days rarely ended on time, and they had never trusted early departures in new roles. The real work tended to surface once the immediate demands were out of the way, when there was room to think.
The coffee on their desk had cooled, thin steam long gone. Y/n took a sip anyway. Flat, but familiar. They opened a new document and began drafting.
Internal FAQ.
Not for the press. For control.
They typed the header, then paused, fingers hovering briefly over the keyboard. Preparation was never about scripting. It was about narrowing margins—about making sure everyone understood where the edges were before stepping close to them.
Coach. One player.
They started with the obvious.
“Where have you placed the main focus in training ahead of this match?”
Y/n leaned back slightly, eyes unfocused. The answer wasn’t football alone. It was what the answer signaled. Calm or urgency. Confidence or reaction.
They typed notes, not sentences.
Structure. Balance. Collective responsibility.
Spain’s midfield was an unavoidable reality. Technically strong. Comfortable in possession. Built around players who dictated rhythm rather than chased it. Y/n added the word midfield, then expanded around it—space control, decision-making under pressure, transitions.
They hesitated only briefly before opening the provisional squad list alongside the document. Names scrolled past, most already familiar.
Putellas, A. Midfield. Captain.
Y/n didn’t linger. They added a quiet note beside the question: acknowledge the quality without isolating individuals. Mention structure, not names. Control, not confrontation.
The follow-up question took shape easily.
“Spain are known for their technical quality. Is there a particular area you’re paying special attention to?”
Journalists liked this one. It invited specificity disguised as respect. Y/n adjusted the internal guidance accordingly—collective strengths, ball circulation, central spaces. Nothing that elevated one player above the system.
The third section made them slow again.
“Have you decided on your goalkeeper for this match yet?”
They exhaled softly. Goalkeeper questions always carried weight. Decisions that weren’t settled yet rarely benefited from public speculation.
Open, but not uncertain. Trust in the process. Competition as strength.
They typed, deleted, refined. Language mattered here more than anywhere else.
An email notification appeared briefly at the edge of the screen.
Maybe we don’t need this much structure for a friendly?
Y/n read it once, then again. They didn’t answer immediately. Instead, they saved the document, named it carefully, and closed the laptop for a moment. Outside the window, the training grounds lay empty, frost untouched.
Loose had its place. So did clarity.
They reopened the laptop and replied, polite and firm. The framework would stay. Adjustments could come later.
When the message sent, the office felt still again. Y/n finished the last of the coffee, set the mug aside, and glanced once more at the document.
It wasn’t finished. It didn’t need to be. It was ready enough.
—
The apartment was dark when y/n returned that evening, the quiet different now from the morning’s controlled stillness. This was the quiet of absence rather than anticipation. They set their bag down by the door, slipped out of their coat, and stood for a moment without turning on the lights, letting the day settle into place. The coffee machine stayed off this time. One ritual per day was enough.
At the small kitchen table, y/n opened their phone and tapped on Jonas’ name. Best friend. Constant, even when everything else shifted.
y/n
First day done. Feels right. Busy. Different.
The reply came quickly.
Jonas
Of course it does. You always land on your feet.
Y/n smiled faintly, more at the certainty than the words. They didn’t expand. Jonas didn’t need explanations to understand tone.
—
The weeks that followed didn’t unfold in a straight line. National team work never did. There were periods of intensity—short camps where days compressed into long hours. Training sessions packed close together. Media duties layered on top of tactical meetings. The squad came together fully, then dispersed again, players returning to clubs, attention fragmenting across leagues and countries.
In between, there was preparation of a different kind. Y/n spent those quieter stretches refining. Updating documents. Monitoring coverage. Tracking form without drawing conclusions too early. They learned the team not just in person, but through patterns—who spoke openly in press, who deflected, who needed protection when club pressure mounted. When the squad reunited, something shifted each time. Small improvements. Cleaner communication. Greater ease in shared spaces. Familiarity built quickly when allowed to breathe rather than forced.
By late winter, routines had formed. Morning coffee. Calendar review. Media briefings before camps. Observation during training windows. Debrief after. Repetition didn’t dull the work. It sharpened it. Spring arrived almost without announcement. Light stretched into the evenings. Training sessions moved outside when weather allowed. The friendly was no longer a distant marker.
Barcelona
The name carried weight now, attached to dates, logistics, confirmed venues. Media interest increased accordingly, especially beyond Sweden. Y/n felt the shift in questions before they were asked. They adjusted their preparation, not fundamentally, but in detail. Spain was no longer hypothetical. Neither was the setting.
Y/n set the last coffee cup aside, drained and cold, and opened their phone again. A brief message to Jonas.
y/n
Barcelona is coming. Ready or not.
A reply came almost instantly.
Jonas
I know you’ll handle it. Just don’t forget to breathe.
They smiled faintly. The day’s events, the trainings, the routines, the observations—all fell into place in their mind. Everything was prepared. Everything organized. Yet the true test would not arrive until they were in Barcelona, standing at the edge of the field with the squad, media ready, the friendly looming.
Y/n leaned back, eyes on the faint glow of the evening light falling through the window. Tomorrow would be another day. Full of routine, yes—but also full of challenges waiting to be met. And somewhere in that anticipation, in that unspoken tension, lay the part of the job that made it alive, urgent, essential.
The light softened. Quiet and calm. Soon, the game would begin.
Your brain and the Law have something in common—they both learn through what you repeatedly accept. Your brain is constantly building patterns, habits, and expectations, while the Law reflects the assumptions you consistently occupy. One shapes the way you think, and the other reflects the way you have been thinking. That's why I find this topic so fascinating, because understanding your brain can actually help you understand why the Law feels effortless one day and difficult the next.
The brain is not a fixed machine that just records reality. It is alive, flexible, and always updating. It predicts, interprets, and learns from everything around us. Inside it, billions of neurons send signals back and forth, shaping our movement, memory, emotions, and decisions. Thinking is not just one thing. It is a mix of attention, language, memory, feeling, and choice all working together.
And here is the interesting part: we are not fully aware of most of it. The conscious mind is what we notice right now, the thoughts we can explain and the decisions we feel we are making. But the unconscious and subconscious parts are always working in the background. They store habits, emotions, and learned beliefs, and they quietly influence how we react. That is why someone can know something is true in their head but still feel stuck inside. The brain does not only respond to facts. It responds to what it has learned over time.
This is where assumptions come in. Assumptions are the brain’s way of saving energy. It likes patterns, so it builds expectations from family, culture, school, media, religion, and society. If a child keeps hearing things like “you can’t do that,” “money is hard to get,” or “people like us don’t become successful,” those ideas can settle deep inside and start to feel like truth. But they are not truth. They are learned beliefs.
That is why social conditioning is so powerful. If society keeps showing that only certain people become rich, famous, or powerful, the brain may start treating those outcomes like rare miracles instead of normal possibilities. A person may grow up believing wealth is only for the lucky, success is for “special” people, or big dreams are unrealistic. But again, learned does not mean true.
One of the most beautiful things about the brain is neuroplasticity. That simply means the brain can change. It can grow new connections, strengthen old ones, and weaken the ones it no longer uses. In simple words, the brain gets better at what it practices. If you practice fear, self-doubt, and helplessness, those patterns become easier. If you practice confidence, discipline, problem-solving, and resilience, those patterns grow too. The brain is always becoming what it repeats.
That is why so many things people call “impossible” are only impossible inside a limited mindset. Society often says something is impossible just because it has not seen it often enough. But history keeps proving otherwise. Flying across oceans, sending messages across the world in seconds, transplanting organs, landing on the moon, these all once sounded impossible. Then human beings imagined, worked, failed, learned, and made them real.
The same thing happens in everyday life. People become millionaires, build businesses, and create new paths that nobody expected. It is not magic. It is a mix of timing, skill, opportunity, courage, and persistence. What looks impossible from one angle may simply be unseen from another.
This also applies to relationships and social status. Society often treats celebrities, wealthy people, or highly visible figures like they are from another world. But they are still human beings. They have ordinary brains, emotions, fears, and choices. The idea that “we can’t get there” or “they are beyond us” is often just distance talking. People marry outside expected circles, form unexpected partnerships, and cross boundaries that once seemed fixed. Human life is more flexible than social rules make it look.
Money is another place where assumptions run deep. Many people are taught that money is always scarce, that earning it must always be painful, or that wealth is somehow suspicious. Some of these beliefs come from real hardship, and hardship is real. But hardship is not a universal law. Money is not like gravity. It is a human system built on value, exchange, trust, skill, and access. Not everyone starts from the same place, and inequality is real. Still, it is not true that money can only come one way or that success is reserved for a chosen few. The brain can learn new skills, new strategies, and new ways to see opportunity.
That is also why manifestation should be understood carefully. If people treat it like pure fantasy, it becomes misleading. But if we understand it as the connection between attention, belief, action, and opportunity, then it makes sense. What we focus on affects what we notice. What we believe affects what we try. What we keep trying affects what we become capable of. A person who believes they are powerless may stop too soon. A person who believes growth is possible may keep going long enough to change their life. This does not mean the universe hands out results without effort. It means the brain plays a huge role in shaping the path we take.
So when someone says, “You can’t do that,” the real answer is often: maybe not yet, maybe not that way, but not because you are impossible. Human beings are not impossible beings. We are adaptable. We learn, unlearn, rebuild, and rise again. The limits society places on us are often cultural, psychological, or historical, not absolute limits of human potential. Some barriers are real, and not every dream is easy. But hard is not the same as impossible.
In the end, many things are called impossible simply because they are unfamiliar. The brain loves certainty, but life is bigger than our assumptions. Social conditioning can make people underestimate themselves, but neuroscience shows that the brain changes with experience, and history shows that human beings keep doing what once seemed unreachable. So no, you are not an impossible being. You are a learning, changing, capable human being living in a world that is far more flexible than fear wants you to believe. What feels impossible today may simply be the beginning of what becomes possible tomorrow.
I was going through some older posts from your archive and you mentioned introverts having a rich inner world several times. What do you mean by that? What does this look like for the dom introverted functions?
It means a lot happens inside them before you see anything on the outside.
ITP: does this make sense? is it logically consistent? > analyzing silently how things work, mental troubleshooting, projecting outcomes, referencing logical principles, seeming disengaged while the machine of their mind is busy analyzing and dissecting.
IFP: does this feel right? does this align with who I am? emotional reflection, awareness of emotional responses, ongoing evaluation of their motives, feelings, authenticity, moral nuances, and what those things mean to them, internal narratives (like/dislike) about people, ideals, situations, relationships, experiences.
INJ: what does all of this mean? where is it headed? impressions forming into an overall, over-reaching sense of things, long internal thought patterns full of interpretations, symbols, predictions, and reflections, mental imagery, "sudden realizations" built up after pondering things for awhile, being unaware of how much they are processing something until the truth just seems apparent.
ISJ: how does this compare to what I've seen before? what do I know about it? recall of sensory details, routines, facts, information, lived experiences, a sense of internal stability built up over time based on their experiences, careful mental comparisons between now and then, now and what I knew about, now and later, what this is, has been, what it might be, if it follows a familiar path.
And now, since you're gonna ask, for extraverts...
Their processing happens in "real time" through action, dialogue, or engaging with whatever is going on around them.
ETJ: quickly structuring tasks and goals, setting standards for themselves, making decisions based on efficiency (what works, what gets results?), being straightforward about the facts, stating what is going on, verbal reasoning and "quick response time" (thinking while talking), organizing other people, resources, timelines, workloads.
EFJ: reading the room and adjusting their behavior to maintain or establish a connection to those present, being persuasive, expressing their feelings on the spot and outwardly to maintain connection (here is what I feel, and I'm confronting it in real time and sharing it), managing group morale and cooperation, deciding things based on its impact on people.
ENP: instantly spotting connections, possibilities, alternatives, and "what else this could become" with tweaking, brainstorming aloud and figuring out things through talking about them, constantly exploring new angles, hypothetical outcomes (it will change each time and you can watch it spin out in real time into different ideas), engaging instantly with anything that interests them, energized by "novelty" and instantly excited about exploring it.
ESP: acute awareness of the HERE and NOW, and what is possible inside of the situation, quick action based on opportunities or threats, learning through hands-on experiences rather than purely observing, adjusting their bodies in "real time" while they learn, and eager to engage physically with the environment.
Introverts: let me process this first.
Extraverts: I'm gonna do it, and I'll figure it out while I'm doing it.
Hai, I saw ur post on generative AI and couldn’t agree more. Ty for sharing ur knowledge!!!!
Seeing ur background in CS,,, I wanna ask how do u think V1 and other machines operate? My HC is that they have a main CPU that does like OS management and stuff, some human brain chunks (grown or extracted) as neural networks kinda as we know it now as learning/exploration modules, and normal processors for precise computation cores. The blood and additional organs are to keep the brain cells alive. And they have blood to energy converters for the rest of the whatevers. I might be nerding out but I really want to see what another CS person would think on this.
Btw ur such a good artist!!!! I look up to u so much as a CS student and beginner drawer. Please never stop being so epic <3
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I'll note I'm still ironing out more solid headcanons as I've only just really started to dip my toes into writing about the Ultrakill universe, so this is gonna be more 'speculative spitballing' than anything
I'll also put the full lot under a read more 'cause I'll probably get rambly with this one
So with regards to machines - particularly V1 - in fic I've kinda been taking a 'grounded in reality but taking some fictional liberties all the same' kind of approach -- as much as I do have an understanding and manner-of-thinking rooted in real-world technical knowledge, the reality is AI just Does Not work in the ways necessary for 'sentience'. A certain amount of 'suspension of disbelief' is required, I think.
Further to add, there also comes a point where you do have to consider the readability of it, too -- as you say, stuff like this might be our bread and butter, but there's a lot of people who don't have that technical background. On one hand, writing a very specific niche for people also in that specific niche sounds fun -- on the other, I'd like the work to still be enjoyable for those not 'in the know' as it were. Ultimately while some wild misrepresentations of tech does make me cringe a bit on a kneejerk reaction -- I ought to temper my expectations a little. Plus, if I'm being honest, I mix up my terminology a lot and I have a degree in this shit LMFAO
Anyway -- stuff that I have written so far in my drafts definitely tilts more towards 'total synthesis even of organic systems'; at their core, V1 is a machine, and their behaviors reflect that reality accordingly. They have a manner of processing things in absolutes, logic-driven and fairly rigid in nature, even when you account for the fact that they likely have multitudes of algorithmic processes dedicated to knowledge acquisition and learning. Machine Learning algorithms are less able to account for anomalies, less able to demonstrate adaptive pattern prediction when a dataset is smaller -- V1 hasn't been in Hell very long at all, and a consequence will be limited data to work with. Thus -- mistakes are bound to happen. Incorrect predictions are bound to happen. Less so with the more data they accumulate over time, admittedly, but still.
However, given they're in possession of organic bits (synthesized or not), as well as the fact that the updated death screen basically confirms a legitimate fear of dying, there's opportunity for internal conflict -- as well as something that can make up for that rigidity in data processing.
The widely-accepted idea is that y'know, blood gave the machines sentience. I went a bit further with the idea, that when V1 was created, their fear of death was a feature and not a side-effect. The bits that could be considered organic are used for things such as hormone synthesis: adrenaline, cortisol, endorphins, oxycotin. Recipes for human instinct of survival, translated along artificial neural pathways into a language a machine can understand and interpret. Fear of dying is very efficient at keeping one alive: it transforms what's otherwise a mathematical calculation into incentive. AI by itself won't care for mistakes - it can't, there's nothing actually 'intelligent' about artificial intelligence - so in a really twisted, fucked up way, it pays to instil an understanding of consequence for those mistakes.
(These same incentive systems are also what drive V1 to do crazier and crazier stunts -- it feels awesome, so hell yeah they're gonna backflip through Hell while shooting coins to nail husks and demons and shit in the face.)
The above is a very specific idea I've had clattering around in my head, now I'll get to the more generalized techy shit.
Definitely some form of overarching operating system holding it all together, naturally (I have to wonder if it's the same SmileOS the Terminals use? Would V1's be a beta build, or on par with the Terminals, or a slightly outdated but still-stable version? Or do they have their own proprietary OS more suited to what they were made for and the kinds of processes they operate?)
They'd also have a few different kinds of ML/AI algorithms for different purposes -- for example, combat analysis could be relegated to a Support Vector Machine (SVM) ML algorithm (or multiple) -- something that's useful for data classification (e.g, categorizing different enemies) and regression (i.e predicting continuous values -- perhaps behavioral analysis?). SVMs are fairly versatile on both fronts of classification and regression, so I'd wager a fair chunk of their processing is done by this.
SVMs can be used in natural language processing (NLP) but given the implied complexity of language understanding we see ingame (i.e comprehending bossfight monologues, reading books, etc) there's probably a dedicated Large Language Model (LLM) of some kind; earlier and more rudimentary language processing ML models couldn't do things as complex as relationship and context recognition between words, but multi-dimensional vectors like you'd find in an LLM can.
Of course if you go the technical route instead of the 'this is a result of the blood-sentience thing', that does leave the question of why their makers would give a war machine something as presumably useless as language processing. I mean, if V1 was built to counter Earthmovers solo, I highly doubt 'collaborative effort' was on the cards. Or maybe it was; that's the fun in headcanons~
As I've said, I'm still kinda at the stage of figuring out what I want my own HCs to be, so this is the only concrete musings I can offer at the minute -- though I really enjoyed this opportunity to think about it, so thank you!
Best of luck with your studies and your art, anon. <3
The headache thing happens to me also. The headache is my body communicating I need water. It knows it can get water if it gives me a headache. Because I gave it water in the past when I had a headache.
Something really interesting to me is that our brains are actually not responding to what's happening in-the-moment but predicting (and preparing for) what it thinks is going to happen next. Its predictions are based on our past experiences and our interpretation of our sensory information. If the prediction is confirmed (it expected you to drink water when it fired some pain signals in your head) it will continue to do that thing when your metabolic organism needs water. If it's not confirmed it's called a prediction error (you didn't drink water even though it expected it because it gave you a headache. You still need water, so it will create some other signals that got you to drink water in the past. Like maybe now you all of a sudden crave a certain food or want to go swimming). If there are enough prediction errors, eventually it will learn a headache doesn't mean water and move on to something else. Prediction errors can be introduced on purpose by changing our sensory input or changing our interpretation/meaning making of our sensory information (sight, sound, smell, taste, touch/sensation, interoception). If I got a headache and didn't know it meant I needed water, and instead interpreted it as a health concern, I would respond completely differently, and have a totally different experience of life.
A common example is a caffeine headache. Caffeine is a vasoconstrictor. Your system is trying to maintain homeostasis all the time. It doesn't want your vascular system constricted. So if you drink caffeine every day at a certain time, shortly before it predicts you'll soon have caffeine, it will release vasodialators in preparation. If it does that and you don't take in the vasoconstrictor/caffeine, now you have a "caffeine headache" because now your vascular system is too relaxed for homeostasis.
Our brains and bodies are not separate and we can really improve our experiences of life by learning to notice and properly interpret it! I think it's amazing to recognize a headache means I need water! Just like having hopeless thoughts at night is a sign your body is tired and is trying to get you to go to sleep, not that everything is actually hopeless.
Sorry for the novel. This is a total passion area of mine!
If you are interested (or anyone else is, if you share this), I highly suggest checking out the work of Dr. Lisa Feldman Barrett around the metabolic bank account, the connection to how we construct emotions, and the prediction machine we call a brain! She's a kickass neuroscientist whose lab does a ton of amazing and cutting-edge research.
Bro, first of all nonny, I can't imagine writing a dissertation like this and staying on anon. Because a lot of thought went into this! I really enjoyed reading it! To an extent, I knew about it, or about adjacent information at least, because I did quite a bit of learning in an attempt to moderate my own problems with fibromyalgia. About how pain is created and conceptualized in the brain, about neuroplacticity, and so on. I found it both fascinating and relevant to everyday life, honestly, and hope to continue learning.
Interestingly, the conversation where I learned this about my daughter (you'd think I'd've known!! You'd think! But she doesn't talk! anyway...) was about the fact that when I was a kid, you couldn't have water bottles in school, and it was totally normal and basically unexamined that kids wouldn't drink anything at school except during lunch. Even then, it was usually a pint of milk and that's it.
But we didn't sit around dying of thirst! Phantom was saying that she feels like she would've just felt sick all the time--which is totally possible! But I don't think anyone would've attributed it correctly even if she were! Because we didn't sit around feeling thirsty. And I was saying that my best guess was that we were taught--forced, really--to ignore our bodies' thirst signals so completely from such a young age that those signals were discarded by our minds as useless! (Much like my poor body's natural sleep signals T_T)
Not too strangely, now that the importance of hydration is more widely understood, a ton of people my age and older have a LOT of trouble remembering to drink enough. We broke our signaling system, and a lot of us now don't get natural signals to remind us to drink, and have to do it in a top-down, conscious way that's just not as effective. Interestingly, not me! I get thirsty and remember to drink no problem, and barring extenuating circumstance I usually stay well hydrated. But I do wonder if it was during one of my pregnancies that I retrained myself, because I wasn't always that way.
Yeah. So, when Phantom needs to drink, her body rather impolitely informs her of this not with a nebulous feeling of thirst (which is what I get), but with a headache. And if that doesn't work, it doubles down and gives her a sore throat. Of course if I get sufficiently dehydrated I get a headache as well--I think at a certain point, many people do. Theoretically, if she could find a way to effectively communicate with her sub-conscious mind (literally, the majority of our mind which functions outside of conscious thought, not some woo woo thing), she could convince it over time to send her a less miserable signal than head pain. In this instance, though, the obvious choice is probably not brain retraining, but just trying to make sure you have enough damn water.
was playing wuwa until it crashed </3. good news is since our last storm our power went out and since then i've been able to play most games with no/hardly lag.
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MISCONCEPTION ABOUT AI ASTROLOGY APP GIVING ACCURATE PREDICTIONS
This is the latest kind of misconception in astrology that AI astrology apps can give accurate predictions. This is because of bombardment and involvement of AI intelligence in our everyday work in electronics, internet and IT fields.
One of the biggest reasons is the presence of large number of fake astrologers, and people are fed-up of their fake predictions and it has become difficult for people to believe in human astrologers because there is no way to identify a good and a fake astrologer.
Lack of knowledge of vedic astrology is also a reason why people think that AI astrology apps can give accurate predictions.
A learned of vedic astrology will and can never say that AI can take over astrological prediction. Its because they very well knew that that it is not possible for a machine to predict about our future.
INTUITION PLAYS A VERY BIG ROLE IN VEDIC ASTROLOGY ANALYSIS AND PREDICTION AND ITS IS THERE WILL HUMAN BEING ONLY.
An AI software is made up of embedded formulas, logics and lots of data, based on that only it will calculate and do its analysis.
In Vedic astrology, Nimitham is refers to omens or signs observed in the environment that provide subtle clues about future events and can be used to interpret a person's fate or answer a specific question. These natural occurrences are seen as messages from the divine and Mother Nature, offering intuitive guidance alongside horoscope readings. The practice is documented in classical texts on Nimitham shastra.
AI ( Artificial Intelligence ) will not have the capability to observed in the environment that provide subtle clues about future events which can be interpreted as astrological predictions.
In a nutshell a software can do the accurate calculation of a horoscope and represent that in pictorial form in computer BUT can not do predictions.
