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not-caused-by-those-who-love:

“Get a rat and put it in a cage and give it two water bottles. One is just water, and one is water laced with either heroin or cocaine. If you do that, the rat will almost always prefer the drugged water and almost always kill itself very quickly, right, within a couple of weeks. So there you go. It’s our theory of addiction. Bruce comes along in the ’70s and said, “Well, hang on a minute. We’re putting the rat in an empty cage. It’s got nothing to do. Let’s try this a little bit differently.” So Bruce built Rat Park, and Rat Park is like heaven for rats. Everything your rat about town could want, it’s got in Rat Park. It’s got lovely food. It’s got sex. It’s got loads of other rats to be friends with. It’s got loads of colored balls. Everything your rat could want. And they’ve got both the water bottles. They’ve got the drugged water and the normal water. But here’s the fascinating thing. In Rat Park, they don’t like the drugged water. They hardly use any of it. None of them ever overdose. None of them ever use in a way that looks like compulsion or addiction. There’s a really interesting human example I’ll tell you about in a minute, but what Bruce says is that shows that both the right-wing and left-wing theories of addiction are wrong. So the right-wing theory is it’s a moral failing, you’re a hedonist, you party too hard. The left-wing theory is it takes you over, your brain is hijacked. Bruce says it’s not your morality, it’s not your brain; it’s your cage. Addiction is largely an adaptation to your environment. […] We’ve created a society where significant numbers of our fellow citizens cannot bear to be present in their lives without being drugged, right? We’ve created a hyperconsumerist, hyperindividualist, isolated world that is, for a lot of people, much more like that first cage than it is like the bonded, connected cages that we need. The opposite of addiction is not sobriety. The opposite of addiction is connection. And our whole society, the engine of our society, is geared towards making us connect with things. If you are not a good consumer capitalist citizen, if you’re spending your time bonding with the people around you and not buying stuff—in fact, we are trained from a very young age to focus our hopes and our dreams and our ambitions on things we can buy and consume. And drug addiction is really a subset of that.”

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Johann Hari,

Does Capitalism Drive Drug Addiction?

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thecyndimistuff:

my English prof teaching abt cover letters today and me trying not to bring up the luke skywalker cover letter post:

@serialreblogger​ here you go:

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what-even-is-thiss:

magicalbuffalotransformerman:

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schrodingerskaz246:

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hamletthedane:

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t4nku-deactivated20240405:

what’s more fucked up

finding out you’re secretly a robot

finding out you’re secretly a clone

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you’re required to participate in this poll btw. i need data

tumblr what is wrong with you first the walrus vs fairy thing and now this? are you saying it’s less fucked up to find out you’re not a biological organism than find out you’re a human created from one parent-twin who is genetically identical to you?

Clone: horror at the lie of your body (for what purpose? how many are there? are they like you?)

vs.

Robot: horror at the lie of your mind and your humanity itself (have you ever actually had a thought of your own, or is everything you are/you think/you understand just created by another person’s brain? whose mind/brain are you?? whose thoughts are in your head?? What does it mean to “think” when you’re only a manmade echo of humanity constructed from Boolean logic loops? Do you even have a soul?)

There’s a CLEAR ANSWER HERE.

clone: you are the theft of another being, inextricably tied by the blood running through your veins they may not have even given to you. you aren’t you, you’re them, you were made to be them, you’re not different, there shpuld not be a you, you are them,

robot: ok well im a robot so show me my blueprints so i can install a sword in my arm to beat up ppl that i dont like. what the fuck ever. can i run doom

Counterpoint:

Clone: My flesh now idiot.

Robot: Oh so everything I’ve known about myself is untrue and I must now relearn all of this knowledge and I didn’t even get this information alongside whether or not I can run Doom or install a sword in my arm. What the fuck, man.

If I’m a clone this changes absolutely nothing about my life. Zero things.

If I’m a robot well that changes literally everything. Why have I been able to eat this whole time? Who made a robot that can get stomach problems? Am I still a citizen? I have so many questions. Now I have to potentially have a battle about my personhood with the court system.

Nah, adding on to what @hamletthedane said, if you find out you’re a clone you still have existential issues.

Are you even human still? You’re not biologically made, does that mean they messed with you while creating you? Who created you? Was it ethical or completely fucked? Who’s DNA do you have? In your entire life, have you actually made something of yourself or has everything you’ve done been a copy of some other person?

Clones still have to be born out of a womb. If anything you’ve just gotta have an angry conversation with your parents about why they didn’t tell you.

And obviously you made something of yourself. Identical twins are different people. You’re kind of just a test tube baby with extra steps. Like if you’re a clone and nobody told you yeah that’s kinda weird but you still lived out your whole life. You were still born from the womb you thought you were. Are you discounting your own humanity just because you have the same dna as someone else? Obviously not. Like if you think clones aren’t human that has disturbing implications about what you think about identical twins and test tube babies.

You are still you if you’re a clone though why is nobody grasping this concept

Also is nobody here seriously disturbed by the implications of a robot with a digestive system? Like are you seriously not disturbed by those implications? Why did someone make a robot that can bleed? Why are none of you asking this question you can’t just fix your limbs man they gave you a beating heart that pumps blood are you just a crash test dummy that can feel pain like seriously think about the implications of that

i don’t fucking like me. what is the issue here.

The issue is that somebody made a robot that can feel pain and poop and you’re somehow not disturbed by this

pierog:

i’m so glad goncharov happened when it did, right before prolific public use of AI. that was pure honest gaslighting straight from the heart. real human whimsicality and trickery thru blood sweat and tears. we were a family. and we all gonched, together. you cant replicate that with any machine.

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everydaylouie:

Church of Whale Fall

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stuckinapril:

Daily affirmations

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depsidase:

breakfastatcrispys:

Moebius : Tron

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blackheartbiohazards:

✏️ Sit down, put the words on the page.

✏️ Sit down, put the words on the page.

✏️ They don’t have to be good words.

✏️ They don’t have to be many words.

✏️ They don’t have to be inspired words.

✏️ They don’t have to be motivated words.

✏️ Sit down, put the words on the page.

✏️ Writing that exists is better than writing that doesn’t exist.

laurasimonsdaughter:

Perhaps they ought not to have eaten the dragon. There had been people objecting to it at the time. Surely such meat was poisonous. Perhaps it was even an affront, an insult to some intangible order of nature they ought to honour.

But the city was starving, the siege had gone on too long, and the king’s troops were still a week’s march away. The scorched earth would be fertile again in time, but right now it was barren. Right now there were mouths to feed. So they changed their crossbows for butcher knives and got to work.

None of the royal commanders asked any questions that could not be answered. After all, their aid had come shamefully late. The dragon’s horned skull made a noble gift, a fitting tribute from a triumphant city to its humbled king. Who would have thought to question them?

And none of the townsfolk spoke up, when the first golden-eyed babes were born. Children who grew up barefoot and fearless, clambering over the city’s patched and rebuilt roofs like they had no notion of falling, with a strange glitter to their skin when the sunlight hit it just so. No one breathed a word about dragons.

Because soon enough there were deft, young hands taking loaves straight out of the oven, heedlessly lifting iron from the forge, plunging into boiling laundry water. And some of them more wondrous still, wild, warm-skinned youths, with inexplicable knowledge and peculiar remedies.

A blessing, their families said proudly. A blessing after so much hardship. Which it was, in its way. This city would never fear dragon fire again.

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