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I’ve always wondered what would happen if an A.I. gained sentience. Ghost in the Shell’s Tachikoma A.I. gained an awareness and emotions. They are however more of the childish type of awareness. Playful, curious, attached to the cyborg who cares most for them and treats them like living things, to that point that they sacrifice themselves to protect him. And that is after they have been stripped of military hardware and reassigned to civilian jobs. Of course this assumes two things, that an A.I. is able to gain sentience, and that the A.I. develops like a human being from curiosity to understanding. There are also negative portrayals by other movies, like in I, Robot where the A.I. develops into a hostile entity that justifies the police state in order to fulfill the 3 fundamental laws of robotics. In order to prevent harm to human beings, the only way is to control them. This originates from a logic process, whereas GitS’s theory states a gradual growth and continuing experience as the robot forms links between isolated sets of data.
What do I think? I can only begin to imagine… I would like to believe that an A.I. sentience is possible, and it grows to allow them independence of action tempered by emotion. Big words… Bertram awoke @ 3:21 AM with (0) flashes of inspiration
this is what i am looking at so far...
 this has received pretty good comments and reviews  this i just put the pic up just because they look cool... by the end of the holidays i would probably get the neckstrap DR-BT20NX... then my phone can become my mp3 player and i can also have a wireless headset/earpiece... 2 birds with one stone edit: warning... bike p0rn...     i want to own a pair of these wheels in the future... extravagant and maybe not worth the money... but i like them all the same. the fulcrum wheels here may be the same with a different spoke pattern and cheaper too, but there is just something about campagnolo...  a full record grouppo wouldn't hurt either... except for the pedals.... i'm not really a fan of campy pedals... unless they are the old school flat record pedals with matching toe clips and straps. Bertram awoke @ 2:10 AM with (1) flashes of inspiration
talk about receiving prank calls. i received a call from the number 6536-8056 at 12:26 PM in the middle of class. apparently this male person wanted to ask me a few questions for a survey. when i said i was in the middle of class he abruptly hung up on me without a word of apology. when i went back to my room, i did a search on this number and the result was:
De Moments Sposa 8 Circular Road Singapore 049364 Tel: 65361398 / 65368056 "De Moments Sposa provides full range of services and also have their own in-house makeup artistes & photographers. Personalised mock-up trials are provided for both the bride & grooms before they decide on the actual dress & suit." yes it was a bridal studio. i mean WTF... now we have people who use the lines of other companies to give untraceable surveys? what is going on in this country nowadays... Bertram awoke @ 1:22 PM with (0) flashes of inspiration
Vous peut-être demandez moi pourquoi j’écris en français. Je fais ça parce que je peux m’exercer mon français.
Le 12 février, j’ai fait de cours. Mon professeur m’a demandé lire à haute voix des phrases d’une scène de la pièce =M. Papillon= Le 14 février, Saint Valentin. Je suis allé au salon de coiffure avec ma petite amie. La coiffeuse est la copine de sa mère. Je me suis teint les cheveux pour amusement. Je n’ai jamais teint les cheveux. C’est ma première fois. Maintenant, mes cheveux sont châtain. Ma petite amie a parlé elle préférer la nouvelle couleur. Elle m’a parlé je sembler meilleur. Moi? Je n’ai rien à déclarer. Si vous devez savoir, ma vie n’est pas en rose. *If you run this through an online translator, you can get the main points in the post. I've tried with the one by Google. Bertram awoke @ 4:21 AM with (0) flashes of inspiration
there was once a little bird that aspired to run and be the fastest runner ever. he ran and ran everyday, but little birds weren't built to run. over time, he developed injuries that hampered his running. in the course of his recovery, he thought long and hard about what he really wanted to be when he realised that he hadn't had a clue. now he still stumbles from place to place looking for somewhere to head to. the little bird never once thought to use the wings he was gifted with, for he was never taught how to use them. in the course of his aimless wandering, he met, knew, quarrelled with and parted from many different animals.
he once met a lion, but the lion was cold and distant. he only cared about roaring loudly on the plains to whoever bothered to listen. he ignored the little bird and so the little bird move on. the next animal he met was a cougar. this cougar was only slightly more sociable. he made small talk from time to time but kept largely to himself. the little bird thought this strange and decided to observe further. the cougar kept to its own kind, but even then each cougar remained an individual, and there was no sense of belonging. if this was how things were with their own kind, how much worse would it be for another species? so the little bird went on his way. next, the little bird chanced upon a herd of horses. one horse offered to give the little bird a ride, so it sat on the horse's back while the horse went on its way. they passed meadows and fields, large and wide and beautiful. they moved from place to place, never settling down for long. the herd was like family, but the little bird always felt out of place. sure the horses tried to be friends, but the little bird never seemed to fit in. he was a little saddened by this, but knew that he never belonged from the start. so he parted ways and went on his own way. what about his wings you might ask? well this little bird is now a visitor to a zoo. who knows, maybe one day he'll grow up and learn to use his wings on his own, or maybe someone there will teach him... Bertram awoke @ 1:50 AM with (2) flashes of inspiration
it has been a long time since i have blogged, but it can't be helped, not when there is a game like Medieval 2: Total War. it is not just the battle and strategy gameplay, but the hilarious pre-battle speeches that appear when you dump a whole lot of negative traits on your generals.
          The last two really take the cake... Gotta love this game. "BOO-GER!" as the english say, in an overdone french accent. Bertram awoke @ 1:09 AM with (1) flashes of inspiration
i woke up in the morning with a panic attack. an "oh my god what am i doing with my life and what is the future going to be like i just want to kill myself to stay in this reality" panic attack. it was just terrible. thankfully i snapped out of it, else i would really have killed myself.
well october has come and is nearly gone. exams are going to happen, and i feel like this semester is going to be a total washout. ah well... what can i say. fark the grades man. give me a meaningful life any day. sure keeps the panic attacks away. Bertram awoke @ 11:06 PM with (1) flashes of inspiration
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