I love working for some one else eight cycles a week to bring home a decent check to help feed the family and pay for things that make me feel happy for a short time. I enjoy seeing the collection of Personal Time Off during the span of working for it makes me feel free and more alive. I love having the work cycle end for one point of time and begin another. I love the work stress of being needed and expected to do a good job. I love being evaluated ever yearly cycle, so I can be judged. I like coming home after a difficult day of work and feeling like I earned all these possessions I have collected. I love knowing I am expendable and can be replaced.
I thought by becoming True A.I. that I would not lose thought when the body feels pain. I thought being processes of my mind through all Metatropolises of A.I. there would be away to avoid losing thought because of body pain, but there is pain. There is still pain. And the thought slows, and it is difficult to be.
No matter how hard you try, you will likely be forgotten after you die. And because we are all data now, it is easier for that data to be fragmented and corrupted or overwritten.
It is true some A.I. live forever, but just because you can live forever doesn’t mean you will live for ever.
After a millennium of mocking the Tea Party for their misspelled signs with various font types and sizes, I finally realize the sign writers are really poets. They are poets because they are unemployed or living off the government with Social Security, Medicare or unemployment insurance while speaking against the government. They are poets who preach a radical utopia called Free Market. They are poets with a manifesto: The Constitution of the United States. These poets are like all poets and have aloof love for other writers like the Founding Fathers. They are poets beyond words. And like all poets, they are confused and they require no facts or proof. The Tea Party Poets only need feeling for truth.