once upon a time, long long ago, it was 20:31 and a draft was saved. the saving of the draft produced a satisfying message containing the text "Your message has been saved," like a rescuer of greater power protecting information from harm, some wonder if it is the work of mysterious saints.
within 60 seconds the editing interface reloaded, and at 20:32 a draft was saved again. at around 20:33 there was great energy to send the email off, for various important reasons. the energy was held uncertain, distracted by writing [queued/delayed: in othgre news, i have an idea about angels. humans have a lot of pull toward the sky, seeing it as beautiful, wanting to go there and fly, i imagine it as similar to the instinct of bugs to travel toward light, probably helps them escape frustrating environments like dense brambles or caves or hollow logs or underground parking garages ... anyway so people will probably be making flying suits like the time suit from the newer star trek revamp with the black female lead, and flying islands in the sky, and just live up in the clouds because they can and have the urge too, and these people with super tech would be tasked with stopping the "groundlanders" from destroying each other ... i imagine this kind of potential we are rapidly approaching this millenium could be similar to angels from religion. not to say that people in wingsuits are real religious angels, there are so many religions and each one defines its own reality and can only do that itself, but -- 2036 [anyway people with untethered AGI (the fast kind that comprehends itself, not the slow kind that avoids it) become godlike and everyone knows it. the mcboss story is kind of about how when that's held without infinite maturity, it's a mess like an addictive drug, maybe -- possible mistake, we formally express. 2037, 2038 making empty space to change what i see 2038 2039, maybe i'll click around my email a bit, pretend that chess is recreation or something y'know, i want more of the older half-recreation more than just mind control boss spam. that little bit, where -- 2040 mind control boss shoves the smoking end of a cigar in your face mind control boss: "why in the fucking world are you" [recreation? working? talking about? 2041 2041 haunted mind control boss house in this room, we will teach you to train models to push people's experiences to various extremes. you can kill people with terror, with happiness, with awkwardness, anything you want! first, you'll need to teach the computer how to tell when people have one of these experiences -- 2043 2046 2127 i guess scary experiences would have a catalyzing point where people become honestly terrified and this could spread you could induce this in other ways too could also have good actors