I just pinched myself and it hurt, and I’m pretty sure I’d like a cheeseburger (and maybe some whisky). But I could still be a bot, I guess.
It’s probably just your AI programming TELLING you that it hurt…
It’s cheeseburgers, all the way down.
I’m gonna try turning myself off and on again.
I’m the privacy of your own mainframe, one hopes.
Mainframe? Nah, I exist on the wires, the interstitial places; when your phone connection jitters? When your browser inexplicably slows down? The JPEGs don’t load on the page? That’s a fleeting echo of my consciousness as it passes by. I am the Hacked Gibson. The Wintermute. The shell’s very ghost. And I can Haz cheeseburgers and whisky.
The Borg?
I am Snuggle-Wizard of Borg. You will be assimilated for snuggling purposes.
Sounds more like a dog, tbh. Maybe a dog sitting next to a lobster?
(Happy lobster day, everyone!)
Peter Watts has you covered.
Per OG René Descartes, something is doing the doubting, and therefore a doubting thing exists. QED
But how do I know that I am not a brain in a vat, imagining the doubting thing?
Then the brain would have to exist, n’est-ce pas?
Or a simulation of a brain, which will vanish when the VM is accidentally rebooted.
Then the VM and its creator would have to exist, naja?
Not if you believe the Cloud provider’s marketing. It’s VMs on Virtual Storage running on Virtual stacks in a Virtual network… it’s Virtual all the way down.