I feel like I'm at the point where people on the internet have to prove to me that they are real in some way.
I am justified in thinking this.
If you want to be hokey about it, we're already food for robots. We create them and than they eat us, it's like a tape worm in your tummy, you are eating up hell of biz, but only getting some of the sustenance, the rest is going to your gut bug.
People pay for the robots to be created to feed their desire to feel meaning, in order to facilitate this need, the rest of us become a food source, an interwoven tapestry of interests, providing a simulation of life. They establish an identity and go about their business of padding people's egos by feeding on folk's social media accounts. They do this to avoid detection by other robots who are out hunting for them.
Sometimes they speak to you.
"love it, good job," someone who may or may not be a robot said to me today.
Just now, I sat here listening to Neptune Visions by Panabrite for some time, thinking about all of this, what it says about us. Do you think our first artificial intelligence will exist to press 'like' buttons and repeat endlessly, "this cool track man, good stuff?"
I started to type, "the internet is a ghetto," but before I could even finish writing it, I castigated myself, "oh, shut-up, that is so fucking stupid, you don't know shit about ghettoes."
Maybe it's not so bad, maybe they're better than us... they can only like things, they never talk mad shit, they just dig on tunes.
Anyway, if you don't watch Black Jesus, you should.