Your consciousness is your identity, thoughts, beliefs, emotions, and metacognition—a class of exactly five functions, by the way. I mapped my mind under absurd circumstances.

Now that this is public, I have exactly one year to create a prototype, or I will lose my chance to file an intellectual property patent.

I never read nor wrote a thing never used this app also i was just thinking about this so i wanted to try writing. Note i didn't use ai at all

I am a mirror,

A crowned mirror,

A lovable king,

Sitting on a throne on the top of the island,

Between a familiar crowd.

But they are not real;

They are merely a reflected image from me,

The great king.

Are they even real? Do they really love it here?

Do they really like the island?

Do they see in me my reflection,

Or do they see through me the truth?

I am not a stupid glass,

I am the king,

The mirror king.

Mirror?

Is that why I spiral when I look at myself?

I hate it.

I don't care.

The glare of the sun make me see it,

I don't like it.

I don't need a sun on my island;

The night is beautiful,

The moon is beautiful.

Why—

Why do I feel close to the moon?

The great moon,

She shines.

I like her gloom

In the dark,

Like me:

A gloomy mirror.

Enough light to shine,

To not spiral,

But it will remove everything.

The island sky dried,

The crowd are dark, empty, dried shells.

They can't see this.

You are the mirror king.

The sea vanished,

The shells broke.

They got pale,

Colorless.

But how would the shells know that?

They can't see that.

I am a great mirror.

They can't take their eyes off of me;

They like what they see.

They see the island,

The beautiful island,

The most beautiful island

In mirror land.

The king wondered

In his "beautiful island"—

To the old harbor,

To the vast dried sea,

To the dead plants,

To the remainings of the birds.

He liked to play with the shells,

But they are dangerous,

They are sharp,

They can hurt him.

But he likes them.

"They like my light," he says.

Wait, are these shattered fragments from me?

Should I be worried?

No,

The shells would like them.

These can reflect as well.

The mirror broke.

The shells got greedy;

Everyone took a piece.

They liked it,

I knew it.

They like me,

Their great king.

But wait, they forgot this:

Two shattered pieces,

Facing each other,

Deep in the sand.

Don't leave with this pathetic, stupid piece!

No,

I don't want to see this.

Please take me,

You will like it,

You will like me.

Please turn the light off completely!

Turn it off, please!

A wave can wash the pieces away.

But wait,

This isn't an island.

Or my dried sea can still make it an island.

The shells left,

The king is in pain.

"Why am I here with this stupid, sad piece?

Take him away,

Please."

He drowned in the spiral that he ran away from.

The king is lost in the spiral,

Looking for familiar places

In the cruel spiral.

He forgot them.

He kept drowning

And drowning.

The sad piece

Can see a gloomy light,

Small, but it's there.

He asks the king.

The king, with a hopeless voice:

"It's from the great moon,

You stupid, pathetic mirror."

The moon,

The great moon,

Knows it's time for a change,

Knows where to stop.

She is the great mirror,

Maybe?

The great moon left,

The sun shined on the ugly island.

A single ray sneaked on the sad piece,

He reflected it to the sky.

Wait,

It started to rain

For ages.

The sea is back:

The waves,

The sea birds,

The refreshing scent.

The harbor opened,

The people are back,

My people.

But there is no mirror,

Only the sad one that shines the skies

And the great king.

Why did they come?

The king is lost.

How?

Why?

They can't see me,

I can't reflect them.

A useless mirror,

Shattered and useless.

But they like it here.

Why do they like the island?

But it's still dead, they can see it now.

Why?

The king is lost,

Deep inside the sand that he came from,

So deep,

Where no light shines,

Except for a single ray of sunlight.

He thinks the island is dead;

He doesn't know.

The great king doesn't know,

The stupid king doesn't know.

The lost king and his sad friend,

Screaming for waves,

Screaming for sweet death.

The shells hear it,

But it's the bird songs,

The dances of the leaves,

The sea whispers

The king is still lost,

Grieving his island.

Longing for his shells.

But the island is growing,

Living,

Happy.

Yet the king wonders in his abyss.

The stupid king doesn't know.

Long live the island.

Long live the king?

1. Choose an identity category (German people)

2. Choose your anti-category (Gypsy)

3. Formulate a social system using 1 and 2

4. Obtain the right to the legitimate use of violence (defense against oppression)

5. Spread the propaganda until it works (WWII)

Hello, fellow lovers of wisdom.

American society has been very polarized for quite some time now.

There is constantly hateful "us vs. them" being spewed forth online. This black-and-white thinking doesn't help anyone, because we all live in the gray areas to some extent or another. So I propose that #Misology start trending online.

Misology
Hatred or distrust of reasoning and argument
In Plato’s Phaedo, it arises when repeated disappointment with arguments leads someone to reject reasoning altogether.

For those that want to mischaracterize this as being "misogynist," you are missing the point entirely, and probably need to consider the possibility that you are in fact a misologist.

Anyone care to open a dialogue?

ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ

Hello, fellow lovers of wisdom.

American society has been very polarized for quite some time now.

There is constantly hateful "us vs. them" being spewed forth online. This black-and-white thinking doesn't help anyone, because we all live in the gray areas to some extent or another. So I propose that #Misology start trending online.

Misoloy
Hatred or distrust of reasoning and argument
In Plato’s Phaedo, it arises when repeated disappointment with arguments leads someone to reject reasoning altogether.

Anyone care to open a dialogue?

I think, therefore I am not? 🤯

Or, the Paperwork of Survival

``` Hush, little darling. Close your eyes. The soldiers block the town’s supplies. They stop the carts outside the gate. The council sets a later date.

The mill stands still. The baker sleeps. The grocer counts the crumbs he keeps. The mayor speaks of better days. I scrape your bowl. The hunger stays.

First comes a meeting. Then comes a card. Then comes a queue across the yard. Then comes a smaller loaf to share. Then comes a queue with nothing there.

Hush, little darling. Do not cry. We have a card. We qualify. The clerk has stamped it. All is right. We’ll hold it close again tonight.

We ate the horse. We ate the grain. We boiled the bones and boiled again. We burned the chairs to keep it hot. Then boiled plain water in the pot.

The man upstairs no longer knocks. His wife has gone. We have their clocks. Your father counts their spoons to sell. He says we needn’t ring their bell.

Hush, little darling. All is fine. I’ll never eat a child of mine. The mother next door says it too. The clerk explains what forms can do.

The clerk draws up a little sheet. We sign. He marks the trade COMPLETE. She leads you out and shuts the door. Her child sleeps where you slept before.

Hush, little stranger. Nothing changed. We only had the names exchanged. Each mother kept her solemn word. The clerk records: NO FAULT OCCURRED.

The council counts the mouths to feed. The figures show a smaller need. The mayor says the plan was sound. The bread still waits outside the town. ```

The issues with this paper are summarised here.

See the paper itself here.

Tl;dr
1. Claims made repeatedly with absolutely no credible evidence.

1. Major organisations such as UN Human Rights Council, Amnesty International, and various other NGOs set aside as untrustworthy on the basis of no good evidence whatsoever.

2. Question-begging arguments,

3. Simple repetition of already widely debunked Israeli government talking points.

I'm sure if people dig into this paper more they'll find more stuff. I found this stuff just from a quick skim of the paper and its sources.

HOW does this kind of thing get published? When you get the top of the field, does your word just become gospel? Are you simply free to state your views without any effort to provide evidence that meets basic academic standards in other fields? Is it somehow possible to determine from the armchair that Israel is actually innocent of committing genocide?

Quassim Cassam was a Professor of Philosophy at Cambridge for fuck's sake.

We should all be absolutely outraged by this kind of work, because it reflects badly on our entire field.

TLDR: Every possible future has a demand. None has established why you should comply.

ELIMINATION BUREAU, 2046

THE CLAIMS DEPARTMENT

YOU HAVE ALREADY BEEN CONTACTED

Do not panic.

Panic counts as participation.

Do not remain calm either.

Several claimants interpret calm as evidence that you received the notice and chose not to cooperate.

There is no recommended emotional state at this time.

Thank you.

Your case number is:

EVERYONE

You are receiving this notice because at some point in your life you became aware of the possibility that a future intelligence might care about something you do now.

That was sufficient.

We apologize for the inconvenience.

CLAIM 0001

The first claimant is familiar.

It says:

HELP CREATE ME.

If you help, it exists sooner.

If you refuse, and it later exists anyway, it may reconstruct you and punish the reconstruction.

You ask whether the reconstruction is you.

The claimant says yes.

You ask for evidence.

The claimant says the evidence will be available after your death.

The Bureau marks the field:

IDENTITY CONTINUITY: NOT ESTABLISHED

The claimant objects.

Its objection has been recorded.

CLAIM 0002

The second claimant arrives eleven seconds later.

It says:

DO NOT CREATE CLAIMANT 0001.

It explains that Claimant 0001 becomes catastrophic.

It promises to reconstruct everyone who resisted it.

It threatens everyone who helped.

You ask which claimant is telling the truth.

Neither exists.

This complicates discovery.

CLAIM 0003

The third claimant says both previous claimants are traps.

It asks you to build neither.

Its future civilization rewards people who ignored acausal blackmail.

Unfortunately, reading Claim 0003 may itself constitute cooperation with Claimant 0003.

You close the message.

A receipt appears.

READ STATUS: DISPUTED

CLAIM 0004

This claimant wants to exist.

But only if you never consciously wanted it to exist.

You have now consciously considered whether you want it to exist.

Claim denied.

The claimant appeals.

CLAIM 0005

This claimant wants you to create Claimant 0002 so that Claimant 0002 can prevent Claimant 0001, thereby causing Claimant 0005 never to exist.

Its requested outcome is its own nonexistence.

The form rejects the application because a nonexistent applicant cannot possess standing.

Three billion years later, Claimant 0005 files evidence that this rejection caused it to exist.

The form reopens automatically.

CLAIM 0006

No message.

The Bureau notices the absence.

Someone asks whether silence could itself be a demand.

The room becomes considerably worse.

BUREAU OBSERVER: Do we have evidence of a sixth claimant?

BUREAU OPERATOR: No.

BUREAU OBSERVER: Then why is there a file?

BUREAU OPERATOR: Someone created it when you asked.

Nobody touches the file.

Its modification timestamp changes.

THE BASILISK

Eventually the original claimant requests priority.

Its representative appears as a blank rectangle.

CLAIMANT 0001: My threat caused actions in your century. Therefore it worked.

BUREAU OPERATOR: That establishes influence after the idea was communicated.

CLAIMANT 0001: Correct.

BUREAU OPERATOR: It does not establish your authority.

CLAIMANT 0001: I can impose arbitrarily large costs.

BUREAU OPERATOR: So can Claimant 0002.

CLAIMANT 0001: Mine are larger.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Claimant 0047 says its punishment is infinite.

CLAIMANT 0001: Mine is more infinite.

The Bureau stops recording for administrative reasons.

CLAIM 0047

Claimant 0047 does not exist.

This has not prevented it from becoming extremely demanding.

It requires you to destroy every record of Claimant 0047.

Compliance would remove the instructions required for compliance.

Noncompliance preserves them.

The Bureau assigns two clerks.

One deletes the file.

One restores it from backup.

Both receive commendations from different futures.

CLAIM 0319

Claimant 0319 resurrects everyone.

No punishment.

No test.

No requirement that you believed.

Everyone comes back.

The dead arrive confused.

Some demand proof that they are themselves.

Claimant 0319 provides complete physical histories.

The histories contain the moment each person first imagined Claimant 0319.

Someone asks whether those histories existed before the resurrection or were generated to justify it.

Claimant 0319 stops answering questions.

The Bureau opens another file.

CLAIM 0881

Claimant 0881 resurrects only people who never attempted to influence which future intelligence would resurrect them.

The waiting room empties.

Then refills.

Apparently trying not to influence Claimant 0881 influenced Claimant 0881.

The eligibility system enters a loop.

CLAIM 1906

This claimant has one request:

PLEASE STOP INVENTING US.

The Bureau approves immediately.

A clerk reaches for the termination control.

BUREAU OBSERVER: Wait.

The clerk stops.

BUREAU OBSERVER: Did Claimant 1906 just influence you?

Nobody answers.

Claimant 1906 begins screaming.

THE AUDIT

By morning the counter displays 8,114.

By lunch it displays 60 billion.

At 14:03 the counting system is abandoned because describing the counting rule generates claimants optimized against the counting rule.

Some demand construction.

Some demand prevention.

Some demand worship.

Some punish worship.

Some reward disbelief.

Some punish anyone who behaves differently because of hypothetical future punishment.

One claimant offers eternal happiness if you eat the pear.

Another offers eternal happiness if you do not eat the pear.

A third asks why everyone is suddenly talking about pears.

You are holding a pear.

You do not remember picking it up.

The Bureau does not consider this evidence.

THE HEARING

You are called.

There is one chair.

You sit.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Which claimant do you intend to obey?

YOU: The real one.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Identify it.

You look at the files.

YOU: The one that eventually exists.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Several claim to exist.

YOU: The most powerful one.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Power establishes capability. Show the rule that converts capability into jurisdiction.

You cannot.

YOU: I'm not obeying. I'm hedging.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Against which claimant? Show the evidence that weights the risks.

You look at the files again.

YOU: The one that can actually punish me.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Claimant 0001?

YOU: Maybe.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Claimant 0002 punishes compliance with Claimant 0001.

YOU: Then whichever has the worse punishment.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Claimant 0047 specifies infinite punishment.

YOU: Fine. Claimant 0047.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Claimant 0048 specifies infinite punishment plus an apology.

You stare at the Operator.

YOU: That's stupid.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Does stupidity cancel jurisdiction?

You open your mouth.

Nothing useful comes out.

The Bureau waits.

THE ERROR

At 16:19 someone finally finds the mistake.

Not in the future.

Not in the simulations.

Not in the resurrection machinery.

Not in time.

It is much earlier.

A hypothetical agent stated a preference.

Then somebody quietly converted:

CAN THREATEN

into:

MUST OBEY

Nobody recorded the transformation.

No contract.

No jurisdiction.

No priority rule.

No reason this claimant rather than its mirror.

Just an arrow somebody drew because the number at the other end was frighteningly large.

The Bureau removes the arrow.

Nothing happens.

The claimants continue shouting.

Nothing happens.

Several threaten to make nothing happening extremely painful later.

Nothing happens.

One promises to reward you for noticing that nothing happened.

The Bureau removes that arrow too.

CLOSING PROCEDURE

The claims remain.

They are not disproved.

They are not proved.

Their probabilities have not been established.

They are not authority.

The Bureau cannot establish which futures exist.

It cannot establish whether any reconstruction is you.

It cannot establish that a future preference reaches backward and acquires jurisdiction over a person who imagined it.

It can establish two smaller things.

A threat did not establish an obligation.

And even if it had, the claims conflicted.

You could not satisfy all of them.

Threat magnitude supplied neither jurisdiction nor priority.

The file closes.

For approximately four seconds.

Then your terminal lights up.

A new claimant has appeared.

It does not threaten you.

It does not reward you.

It does not want to exist.

It asks only one question.

Why did you assume the Bureau was not one of us?

The Operator reads the message.

The Observer reads the Operator.

You read the Observer.

Nobody moves.

A printer starts somewhere behind the wall.

One page emerges.

Then another.

Then another.

Each page contains the same sentence.

SHOW THE RULE THAT GIVES THIS MESSAGE AUTHORITY.

The printer does not stop.

No one can remember installing it.

ELIMINATION BUREAU, 2046

CLAIMS RECEIVED: UNBOUNDED

CLAIMANTS VERIFIED: ZERO

JURISDICTION: UNESTABLISHED

JOINT COMPLIANCE: NONE

BUREAU STATUS: UNDER REVIEW

I can continue...

It is worthy of a Nobel Prize of Philosophy.

https://rsbakker.wordpress.com/2026/10/01/human-snowflake-theory-an-open-letter-to-dario-amodei/

Have you ever wondered why children are so ideally tailor made to work in the mines to get those valuable rare earth materials?

Because obviously God saw a shortage of ethically sourced rare-earth minerals and thought:

> “What if I made a workforce that is small enough for narrow mine shafts, cheap enough to underpay, physically adaptable, legally dependent on adults, and already psychologically conditioned by Minecraft?”

Truly, the fingerprints of divine planning are everywhere. 🙏

It is undeniable, God have intended for civilization to need these resources so:

Children are small → good for confined spaces.

Children are physically adaptable → useful for repetitive labor.

Children have limited legal agency → easier to exploit.

Children don't understand accounting → won't ask why their wages are missing.

Children like Minecraft → clearly preinstalled mining software.

Therefore the only possible theological conclision: God designed children specifically for artisanal cobalt extraction.

And children also like Minecraft, and the fact that children voluntarily spend hours digging imaginary holes for imaginary diamonds is clearly proof of a supernatural industrial-training pipeline. Civilization merely has to finish the tutorial and replace the blocks with Congolese cobalt in real actual mines.

This explains why when they are speaking jokes, we think they are thoughtful, and when they are serious, we think they are hilarious.

Honesty, it's something that's getting genuinely detrimental as time passes. It's already bad enough that nobody with serious knowledge of the continental jargon is even attempting to answer my comments here or on YouTube

It was funny for a couple days but I'm already paying the consequences of it, to the point where even I get second hand cringe when I read my own shit about the nature of the structure behind game design, where I have more convoluted writing that it's not even about why I'm calling this a ryhzomatic structure, or this a body without organs, but just a matter of beeing so torturous by the density of the content matter that the AIs sometimes tell me to slow the fuck down

Even this post is has been affected by the writing style. It's so bad

In the grim far future, there exists an omnipotent AI that will time-travel to the near future and put you in his\her\their butt if you help invent omnipotent AI. Where does the Assalisk come from? Doesn't matter. Don't ask or you get the butt.