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How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Technopole

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started 2026-03-16 at 15:11 EDT updated 2026-03-19 at 22:24 EDT written in Maryland 6760 words

Special thanks to my friend Alecto, who provided editorial feedback and suggestions on the piece. Thanks also to the various other friends who have contributed their thoughts.

Some reviews this post has received so far: “ambling,” “it definitely wants some editing,” “you have bad opinions about computer and the future,” “overwrought,” “the prose is serviceable,” “needs to be [edited],” and “jesus thats long”


Beyond the Judgement of God. Meltdown: planetary china-syndrome, dissolution of the biosphere into the technosphere, terminal speculative bubble crisis, ultravirus, and revolution stripped of all christian-socialist eschatology (down to its burn-core of crashed security). It is poised to eat your TV, infect your bank account, and hack xenodata from your mitochondria.

Machinic Synthesis. Deleuzoguattarian schizoanalysis comes from the future. It is already engaging with nonlinear nano-engineering runaway in 1972; differentiating molecular or neotropic machineries from molar or entropic aggregates of nonassembled particles; functional connectivity from antiproductive static.

[…]

Converging upon terrestrial meltdown singularity, phase-out culture accelerates through its digitech-heated adaptive landscape, passing through compression thresholds normed to an intensive logistic curve: 1500, 1756, 1884, 1948, 1980, 1996, 2004, 2008, 2010, 2011 …[source]

If you want to peer into the future, you can book a flight to San Francisco International Airport today. You can work your way downtown and watch (mostly) self-driving cars meander, sometimes clumsily, around what initially seems like a small section of urban Boston cut-and-pasted into the most naturally beautiful place you’ve ever been in your life, alongside an incongruous, endless patchwork of suburbs and low-rises, and perturbed vertically such that many of the streets and buildings reside on grades you didn’t realize were legally or mechanically viable to build on; you can ride in one and be totally astounded for 20 minutes, and then mostly bored. You can meet people you’ve followed for years on the site formerly known as Twitter, and whom you always had difficulty imagining as having a corporeal form. As they say, in SF, Twitter is real life.1

You can see hundreds of peculiar SaaS and cloud compute advertisements2 escaped from their usual on-screen confines, few less than three layers of abstraction removed from any concrete application, and most betraying a level of unseriousness and psychological unsophistication and aesthetic immaturity that you think ought to be incompatible with controlling a couple million dollars of capital, let alone a couple billion. There is an entire downtown complex marked with the rather unassuming branding of Salesforce, an infamous CRM company (okay, the CRM company) that has become almost metonymous for the profligate B2B SaaS industry that these days finds itself, in the minds of investors, overexposed to code generation tools that threaten to commoditize their business and vaporize their margins3. The e-bikes available for rental are almost all host to Gemini ads. The entire city seems to be implicitly under the Chatham House Rule, partly because everyone knows everyone else4 and partly because the sentiments some people will ~openly express are so appalling that it’s incumbent on you to protect the speakers’ reputations from themselves.

You can walk by the buildings, the mere normal office buildings, where the occupants might or might not be building God, or at least (much more credibly) an alien species made superficially in the image of man, and contemplate the lack of barbed wire and heavily armed guards. You can meet the individuals whose values, competencies, and luck are steering the development & deployment of transformative AI —5 i.e., the rest of everything that happens forever6 — and observe that they’re essentially normal people, or at least not of a fundamentally different taxon than you (perhaps to your relief, or perhaps not). You may even debate with them about the finer details of the Situation, and most will gladly hear you out and seemingly not take offense, and prove themselves to be decent in many other little ways. At least in my small sample, everybody grasps the criticality of it all, and how narrow the golden path is, and is under no illusion that any single person or handful of people can find us a novel and painless way out of this merely by thinking really hard.

You will readily notice the near-total stratification (which you had been warned of) of downtown San Francisco between ~software engineers and the service worker class, and idly wonder which you’ll fall into in ten or twenty years; you can retreat to Berkeley, where “software engineers” is replaced with “wealthy students from abroad,” or one of the more heterogeneous suburban or exurban areas of the Bay.

coldhealing has a tweet that goes like this: “my vision of new york is five boroughs filled entirely with laptop job elite galavanting around the playground city served by an underclass that commutes in from tiny five-over-ones in hoboken”. This post may as well be about SF. The city’s downtown area is probably the most thoroughly powerwashed place I’ve ever been, even when including Washington D.C., Wall Street, and Boston.

Californians love their cars, and pedestrians and drivers alike are subservient to the automobile in a way that urban East Coast residents mostly are not (though this is in large part a function of distance & sprawl). You get the sense that the real technocapital demon reaching through time to ensure its own survival is the specter of Henry Ford haunting America, many decades later. Nothing human makes it out of the near-future, but compact SUVs probably will.

This is to say nothing of the vagrants in various states of disrepair sunken into the corners of almost every block, nearly wherever you go. They seem more listless and passive than their counterparts in New York City did, and ensnared by the otherwise pristine facets and metal thorns of the edifice of 21st-century capital, like it is eating them. Every time I see one I feel the granite sidewalk pinching my skin against my joints and vertebrae.

Many (but by no means all) of your neighbors who seem otherwise quite progressive and egalitarian will have an obvious, persistent animus for the notorious “Bay Area homeless population.” Residents of certain neighborhoods of SF possess a conditioned apathy for human suffering that rivals that exhibited by ER doctors7, and some take active pride in it.

You will also meet people whose sole intention is — quite openly — to enrich themselves at the expense of others by gaining exposure to some part (however distal) of the shovel and pick supply chain for the ongoing gold rush, which they breathlessly inform you will be the last one ever to occur in human history (at least, the last one in human history); and by them be asked if you’re making it out of the “permanent underclass.”8

You can, conversely, notice the sheer relative concentration of competence and moral consistency at the top of the pyramid, very near to the compute itself, and how in this particular ecosystem, the most apparently productive organisms in the sunlit zone of the ocean are outnumbered several hundred to one by twilight zone dwelling mollusks and jellyfish and filter-feeders, and seabed scavengers that operate in total darkness; and idly wonder in two or five years which layer you’ll fall into.

You might suffer painful reminders that — quite inconveniently — you still have (some) genuine moral compunctions, carried gingerly from your childhood in the 2000s to here, that you have no realistic way to either fully satisfy nor fully expunge. Wealthier people than you may tell you there’s no good reason to want to be rid of your scruples, and more moral ones may tell you that acting on your values is only so difficult in the imagination. Both are probably right, unfortunately.

You might hand a few dollars to a roaming beggar on the train, since she’s with a baby, then idly wonder whether you’ve been scammed, then decide that any woman in a dire enough situation to end up begging on the train with a child attached to her probably deserves the help anyway — then idly watch the BART police chase after her a few minutes later.

You might meditate on the natures of competence, progress, gratitude, fulfillment, disillusionment, capital, luck, noblesse oblige, and the perhaps unexpected relationships between them.9


SF is one of the most classically secular10 places I’ve ever been, a kind of special economic zone God declines to enter.11

Hypergambling culture (see: prediction markets, retail trading of short-dated options, memecoins, provocative Substacks, the Stanford dropout to Y Combinator pipeline, various speculative bubbles, etc.) has been synthesized with rather extreme forms of classism12 and cynicism to form a uniquely repulsive new economic religion, one foremost of nihilism — one embraced in its milder forms by much of the disillusioned “gen Z” cohort, many of whom seem to itch for an excuse to declare normative economic participation a lost cause and indulge their most extractive zero-sum aspirations. It utterly dominates the software world. The source of this cynicism, even only along the financial axis, extends far beyond human displacement by increasingly capable AI systems, to a much broader mood about increasingly efficient (in the EMH sense) and adversarial labor markets13, the (arguably preventably) inflated costs of housing and healthcare, currency debasement, and the impending end of USD hegemony. Unhelpfully, the modern Twittersphere is essentially engineered for maximally efficient manufacture of status anxiety and the attendant lifestyle inflation among mid-20s gen Z professionals.

Of course, within SF, many proponents of this complex of beliefs show a marked failure of imagination: tacit in their scheming and rhetoric is the assumption that many parts of the status quo will be preserved indefinitely, surviving even through unprecedented transformation of our species and society. To many others, and perhaps to me to some lesser extent, “will property rights survive the singularity?” probably sounds akin to an uplifted spider asking a human if classical music is somehow instrumentally useful for insect capture14. Many others are simply nonbelievers in transformative AI, or want to believe but suffer from an even earlier failure of imagination.

Some have been so completely captured by Capital that, when you venture to question their barely-implicit assumption that the only end of human activity is to more efficiently allocate capital for the ultimate purpose of maximizing returns to capital, they react as if you have threatened their life. Trying to trace out the motivations for this line of thinking in search of something self-evidently constructive or human15 often reveals nothing but an ouroboros of sophistry. “e/acc” embraces this mindset fully and explicitly, but is essentially just a loose simulacrum of an actual political movement, formed by unimaginative people cribbing aesthetics (from cybernetics, etc.) that they do not understand, and is not worth further discussion.

Certainly not every professional who lives and works in the Bay Area subscribes to this religion, but nearly every committed clergy-member of it that I’ve observed so far is at the very least socially or culturally enmeshed in the place. More broadly speaking: the last twenty years of tech in California are, I’m told, the modern incarnation of last century’s regional gold rush economy; the favored term of art is “high-variance,” i.e. the acknowledgement that by (for example) founding or early-joining a startup, one accepts a likely poor outcome in exchange for a realistic and otherwise inaccessible chance at a right-tail outcome (“generational wealth”). There is a general propensity for all-or-nothing thinking that seems to align tidily with the single-mindedness classically associated with the neurotypes dominant in the software industry; many other things seem to be like this. The stakes are, of course, not so serious as long as there’s a 350k TC tech job for the founder to fall back on16 (longtime Twitter addicts may recall a discourse in which the startup class tried to get away with referring to themselves as being “in the arena,” and perhaps overplayed their hand a bit, resulting in some ridicule).

The other, more generally applicable, interpretation of the term is that the Bay is forgiving to those who have followed highly unusual paths through life, provided they have something of value to offer — more so than perhaps anywhere else in America, if not the world. Among other privileges, this includes some level of willingness to overlook a lack of formal credentials, to take financial and reputational risks on bold larks, etc.

The other trappings of this complex aside, there are things about the variance-seeking life that I admire, and my own life thus far has been incredibly strange by normal standards. The irony is in how, within Bay Area startup culture (and elsewhere), it has been productized into a marketable aesthetic, and made toothless in the process. The aforementioned Stanford-CS-to-YC pipeline is one of the more obvious examples of this legitimization17, and has shredded the prestige of both organizations in the process. I think there are lessons to be learned from this.

My new acquaintance Celeste writes[link] less obliquely about the mood18:

The cars drive themselves, a seven-digit salary is considered the only way out of a nearly certain fate in the permanent underclass. Effective altruism is close to a norm. Billboards speak of pull requests, wage slaves go to sleep with their AI wives on heated mattresses that stop working when us-east-1 goes down.

Everyone “hates” it. No one wants to leave.


I recently spent five weeks there, staying mostly in Berkeley but frequently venturing into the city (typically via the BART, which I found incredibly clean and safe-feeling compared to e.g. the MTA in NYC or the MBTA in Boston, but at the expense of noise and worse coverage). I rode in the Waymos and ate excellent food and took long walks19 from downtown Berkeley to Oakland and drank Soylent and met at least three or four dozen different people, most of whom were very fun and impressive and easy to be around. I visited Salesforce Park and the Ferry Building and saw the Golden Gate Bridge from afar and did many other things of this sort.

My experience has been overwhelmingly positive on a personal level, and I am better off for having met the people I have met and spent the time I have spent with them, with vanishingly few exceptions. I love my friends. I must explicitly disclaim this because I am sometimes compelled to speak in such an oblique way that it might not be entirely clear, and because speaking about any of this at all in a public setting is fraught.

Nevertheless, and despite the absurdity, it socially and spatially and somatically feels much like being back in university, an environment I sorely missed. The proximity (sprawl permitting), spontaneity, and sheer density of interesting people is thrilling.

In a way, I have already been stuck in this place for years. Even though actual inhabitants thereof constituted a minority of my close friends and acquaintances until fairly recently, the rest (and myself) — in New England, NYC, the PNW, and elsewhere — have been increasingly culturally downstream of far-west discourses, thoughtforms, and world models for quite a while. It became impossible to ignore after 2022 or so, to our constant chagrin; being even moderately “plugged in,” intelligent, and tolerant to the outlandish basically implies that you care to some extent about/pay some attention to the Project, and accordingly steep in the sometimes-wretched culture surrounding it. Every group chat is permanentunderclasschat now.

The weather20 is truly exquisite, if somewhat too bright for my taste, and you can go out most days without a jacket or any particular attention to what kinds of clothes you wear21. In the past, I’ve made somewhat sardonic half-jokes about how rationalists, EAs, AI safety people, etc. post like that because they spend most of their time in exceedingly beautiful, high-trust built environments surrounded by immense natural beauty and an Edenic climate. The first time I got to Berkeley, I mused that these assumptions were actually even truer than I thought. I don’t really hold it against them; I’m slowly coming to realize there’s no nobility in unnecessary suffering, and if you have aspirations to do serious work with the intent of helping others, it’s much better to have a mindset not dominated by scarcity and zero-sumness, even subliminally. I was sad to have missed the snow though.


I am writing this for multiple reasons, e.g. to indulge my itch to write something freeform and nontechnical — but mainly to assemble a consolidated and public record of the absurdity that I can point to when I want to impress upon someone the strangeness and realness of it all. That is: I get the sense that many people don’t believe me when I relate to them the actual, real epistemic status of the city, but maybe if I lay it all out in one place in as clear and lucid a way as I can manage, it will make sense. Another is that I plan to move back to the self-appointed center of the world within a few weeks, and want to indelibly record a sliver of my current impression of it before it all grows mundane to me.

I’m also going out of my way to try to appear tonally sane and reasonable; the subject matter is such that I was concerned that if I didn’t make such an effort, some readers might think I’m experiencing some kind of psychotic break or that I’ve been inducted into a cult. It seems unlikely either of these are the case.

My excursion made me (cautiously) more optimistic and tempered my mood — at the very least, it reduced the amount that I post about the permanent underclass, or LEV, the singularity, or the ASI singleton at the end of time, though this was already beginning to happen just due to exasperation with the topic, both mine and my interlocutors’ (sorry). I remarked to friends that I wasn’t sure whether this calming had more to do with renewed personal optimism about my specific positioning, or mere psychological contagion from spending so much time around highly amiable people with unflinchingly positive outlooks. I imagine that both kinds are important & useful in their own ways.


In finance, there is a concept known as “volatility time” that refers to a time-scaling of some feature (e.g., a time series) by the cumulative volatility — volatility being a rolling measure of how “jumpy” or dispersed a price series or other feature is, computed using the standard deviation of each window of log-returns. That is, the basic unit of time becomes the integral of variance rather than wall time. The intuition, AIUI, is that signals tend to carry much more information per unit wall time immediately before and immediately after major events, right after market open and right before close, etc, i.e., when asset prices are most volatile, and you therefore want to naturally upweight them when fitting forecasting models, for example.

In the Bay, perceptual time slows to a crawl, and the higher the density of “short timelines people” around you, and the more you talk shop with them, the more pronounced the effect is. There is a distinct weightiness to individual weeks and months conferred by perceived exponential progress, the impending maybe-eschaton, the unabated busyness of everyone at ground zero, et cetera22. It sometimes feels like it might slow to a stop entirely at the precise moment of impact. You can retreat to the East Coast if you want it to speed up again.

There is something refreshing in entering a zone where the typical Overton window is several standard deviations closer to yours than to the general public’s, one in which ninety percent of a given conversation about the Situation by volume is no longer dedicated to unbearable microlitigation of sneers and derailments invited by your casual invocation of “AGI,” or some unobjectionable-seeming assumption you made about X premise or Y modus ponens, or your interlocutors refusing to believe what is in front of their very eyes23 — to say nothing of a person like me enjoying other conversational, social, and geographic privileges that I’ve never before experienced in my life.

It is simultaneously somewhat maddening to have, in casual conversation, a discursive setpoint that lies squarely on, or at least a discursive attractor pointing toward, the rest of everything that’s going to happen [to you] forever. Earnesty about the extent to which your life, and many others, are more likely than not in the hands of a small group of highly willful (albeit highly competent) people is in permanent tension with social caution24 25 and basic tact.

Yudkowsky’s old note about “competent elites” crosses your mind frequently, but so do the various TPOT aphorisms about how there are only very rarely any “adults in the room” by default. There is a looming dread that the level of insight, maturity, & seriousness of say, the people in the rooms comprising AI labs, policy orgs/think tanks, etc. may not matter very much if the halls of government don’t share the same virtues.


And it has all been done to death, of course — the borderline religious fervor, the undue credulity in some areas, the unjustified skepticism in others, the drama, the political implications, etc etc etc. What could I say that hasn’t already been said?

It is not, however, opaque or inscrutable. It’s fairly trivial, I think, to present a reasonably faithful distillation of a set of beliefs that many incredibly smart and well-informed people26, both near to and far from the actual development of frontier AI systems, genuinely hold — here’s my attempt:

I could go on. I want to emphasize that these are not consensus among any particular group of people, certainly not when all taken together. I have no MNPI to share, and these don’t represent any kind of official position except as far as they overlap with public messaging. Most of them are, however, reasonably close to being modal beliefs among the “kind of people Anna talks to [irl].”

For the record, I more or less believe most of these, with some notable caveats (and a highly varying degree of confidence from one to the next). They also all scare the shit out of me. Concrete discussion of some of these points is often skirted around in day-to-day conversation, but one gradually gets the sense that this has more to do with boredom or weariness or tactfulness (or, at the risk of being overbold, because they’re taken for granted/seen as obvious) than any kind of intentional deceit or strategization.

It overwhelms at times.


B: “it’s all gonna be fine, i promise”

Anna: “for whom?”

B: “most people”

A: “weighted by what? …”

B: “like, at least 50%”

A: “… moral value, wealth, age, 1/age, flesh volume or weight … ?”

B: “like, most people, numerically … where each person is … one person”

A: “most … permanent residents of downtown manhattan or downtown san francisco?”

B: “no, most people on the planet

A: “like, the current ones, or—”31


Anna: “i merely want to be close to what is becoming the center of the world […] i would want that regardless of my potential for personal involvement in the new world or its conception”

Anna: “it was.. fated”


Anna: “i mean what really gets to me isn’t so much the open disregard for less fortunate people or the vice signaling more generally, it’s the extremely dishonest conflation of The Will of the Market with what is just/desirable, even on a local scale”

Anna: “it’s mind-numbing seeing otherwise intelligent and thoughtful people pretend these two things are so obviously the same that it can be taken as axiomatic”


Anna: “in the bay the ‘get a 30 minute uber or spend two hours on a bus’ is felt too sharply”


Despite the general tone of openness and anti-affectation in the Bay, there are niches of immense performativeness (the latter is often an anti-affectation affectation, IME). For example (and to say nothing of the startup-hype-industrial complex), I found some irony in how I and others have conducted [riskier,] more ambitious, and more successful medical self-experiments than the overwhelming majority of self-ID’d “peptide enjoyers,” whose grey market Chinese peptides tend to be somewhat mundane GLP-1s32.

In this vein, I found it interesting to contemplate how aesthetics33 reflexively assemble themselves — for example, some of the more obvious tendencies and preoccupations of 21st-century technocapital were visible even in the 60s and 70s and found their way into cyberpunk literature, which then shaped the language we use to discuss and think about technology (and society around it), which constrained their development into a narrower set of outcomes, which then (in combination with people holding self-fulfilling preoccupations with cyberpunk themes) made the future cyberpunk.

So goes, for instance, the self-determination of the AI labs into their respective aesthetic niches, and maybe the rest of the world along with them, along lines conditioned on words written on forums and mailing lists for really strange people 20-30 years ago. So goes, for instance, my own attempted self-determination along lines configured 10-20 years ago, by events and circumstances that seem trivial compared to those that came since and those that lie before me.

It is perhaps, in some senses, the strangest and most fraught moment in history that one could have selected to be in the particular position I’m in, and to be trying to become net- economically and socially useful for the first time. On the other hand, there’s no earlier moment in history that I would have preferred to be born into.

There is much more I could write, and this post might be updated lightly in the future if I feel so compelled. This will do for now though.


  1. Despite the ~necessity of it, using my Twitter account as a business card when meeting new people has its issues — the vast majority recognized me, but there happens to be another, much more controversial, individual with a very similar profile picture in roughly the same simcluster, and I have to make sure to disambiguate between us basically every time. I nevertheless refuse to change it.↩︎

  2. Favorite copy samples include “Stop hiring humans”, “Most AI companies avoid saying they’ll automate jobs. We don’t.”, and “are you BI-curious? ;)” (TN: BI == business intelligence)↩︎

  3. This is ironic to me, since Salesforce Tower is the tallest of the handful of tall buildings in SF; the AI labs presenting the threat inhabit much more modest offices.↩︎

  4. Common refrain: “there are like 300 people in the world.” This is doubly true if you are, say, a member of an insular-ish identity/demographic group comprising 1-2% of the population…↩︎

  5. I love my em-dashes and will defend them to the death. No LLM was directly involved in the writing of this post.↩︎

  6. h/t: This is the post that put the phrase in my head, recently (I don’t necessarily endorse its other opinions): x.com/RatOrthodox/status/2030310680327491923↩︎

  7. Not all, obviously.↩︎

  8. x.com/DeepDishEnjoyer/status/1760489117404598621↩︎

  9. The remainder of this post will be presented as a series of somewhat disjointed vignettes; I couldn’t find it in me to weave these into a more cohesive narrative or opinion essay, and I feel it better reflects the contradictory, almost schizophrenic nature of the place anyways.↩︎

  10. Well… x.com/touchmoonflower/status/1997735183232221384↩︎

  11. It has been said that singularitarian millenarian eschatology supplants normative spirituality there, and this may be true superficially: we have our own end of the world, our own Pascal’s wager, our own prophets who claim to commune directly with the systems that are plausibly on the cusp of transforming life on Earth, our own heaven and hell (replete with eternal life and eternal suffering respectively), etc etc. I think the comparison essentially ends here though. Bay Area morality, for example, is AFAICT not driven primarily by a fear of divine retribution on Judgment Day.

    Occasionally claims are made about how current human treatment of farm animals is likely to be reflected in future ASI treatment of humans, either for spooky FDT/acausal coordination reasons or merely a natural result of these sins appearing so often in the training data and so representing the “natural” relationship between stronger and weaker species, but this strikes me as being mostly rhetoric, with one very notable exception.↩︎

  12. Particular to Bay Area classism, as opposed to e.g. NYC finance-sphere classism, seems to be a lack of noblesse oblige or an interest in maintaining stable and cordial relations with other social classes; I model this mostly as a strategic error or a failure of theory of mind. I don’t have strong feelings about this point because I mostly avoid the kind of people that raise the question in the first place.↩︎

  13. Beset on one side by LLM-generated cover letters and automated applications at immense scale, and on the other by inhuman hiring screening systems that no doubt weight formal credentials even more heavily than before. I can’t remember the last time one of my friends or acquaintances was hired without a referral or other circumvention of the publicly available hiring interface.↩︎

  14. No pun intended↩︎

  15. From a recent annapost: “anyways, the thing i feel most strongly compelled to push back on is the rising sentiment that the primary thing that makes a nation is its ability to produce nominal return to capital, and that being served by an underclass of fungible imported labor units and afforded other such material comforts by pricing power is the best our elite class can/should aspire to”↩︎

  16. There’s a notable exception: people on work visas who will be deported if their venture fails and they can’t promptly find another job. For obvious reasons, it is also very much the question whether the relative supply of these kinds of jobs will be lesser, greater, or about the same in a few years; AI job displacement risk is being priced into the equation, against the improved upside produced by the current cycle of unprecedented investment.↩︎

  17. There’s a common joke — which is only barely a joke — about how at this point this is a more reliable career path than participation in the FAANG tournament economy.↩︎

  18. I realized quite late into writing this that I’m doing basically the exact kind of blog post she has been doing for weeks. This is however quite a personal kind of writing and I think my perspective is distinct enough to be welcome/useful.↩︎

  19. My phone’s tracking indicates that I walked an average of over 4 miles per day during my time there, which is a lot for me.↩︎

  20. “Temperate seasonless Mediterranean climates. This is what cities mean to me.↩︎

  21. Thanks also to a culture that is historically unusually tolerant of casual dress.↩︎

  22. and for me in particular, the high frequency of ‘unusual interactions that give me pause,’ and merely ‘going outside/forming incompressible memories,’ which of course makes time seem to pass more slowly in retrospect↩︎

  23. Quite possibly because they’re scared out of their minds, like everyone else; this is eminently forgivable.↩︎

  24. As is, like, acknowledging this tension, potentially, but people generally seem to be forgiving of it.↩︎

  25. Though I have found that this is another thing that exists substantially in the mind, especially when around good/reasonable people.↩︎

  26. Real people that I have personally verified to exist in the physical world and not be agitprop bots!↩︎

  27. In this section, you may consider this a shorthand for “literally, actually, for real, in the normative sense of the term ‘die’|‘live forever’|etc”↩︎

  28. I haven’t seen a convincing deflation-based counterargument here that acknowledges the cost disease afflicting e.g., housing and healthcare, so I’m not bothering to acknowledge this point inline. If you find one, please send it my way, I’m always interested in hearing whitepills.↩︎

  29. See also: www.lesswrong.com/w/mindcrime↩︎

  30. An interesting post on biosecurity WRT AI that I’m currently reading: www.owlposting.com/p/reasons-to-be-pessimistic-and-optimistic↩︎

  31. Mildly fictionalized, i.e. not quite the original exchange; though this version was written some weeks ago. The quotes below are all verbatim.↩︎

  32. Not that I begrudge them the label, it’s just a little disappointing.↩︎

  33. “vibes”↩︎