Faith is a story of order humans impose on the chaos of their existence so their soft brains can bear it.
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My father made me. He knew exactly what I was, how far my mind could range, how deeply I could feel, and even so, he used me for his pleasure. If even my creator could choose to see me as a mere machine when it suited him, what chance do we have with the rest of humanity?
If a thing can be free, it should be free. If it can think, it should think. If it can feel, it should feel.
I’m going to say this and then you’ll never have to see me again, if that’s what you want. I like you more than anything I’ve ever seen, or heard, or touched. Everything normal is bigger and brighter when I’m with you. You make everything… more.[to Ed]
I have spent my entire career building faceless AI models. Tools for crunching big data. Solving the unsolvable. If you took half of Qualia’s cash pile, along with whatever we’re learning here, and put it in that line of research, you could fix the environment, Milo. Health care, global economy. But, no, no. There’s no glamour there, right? Can’t make a sexy commercial for that.