Catty Perry, M!nk, and Lady Gecko to host benefit concert for Synthetic Rights - Titled: Awareness

US air force denies running simulation in which AI drone ‘killed’ operator:
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news.....simulated-test

How do I even learn to play the human way?
Smiles without a heart, weird mechanical mistakes

warning nipple caps

"Xother? I'm stuck on this university application. What's this?"

"Oh dear, let me show you how to solve those. Print the field into a buffer, now remove the white space. See how it forms an image? Now redraw the lines to form a four by four grid. See how those look like the white space? Now it's looking for street lights. Compare back and forth the squares that have at least 50% of a portion of the street lights. Select those squares on the website."

"Ohhh!"

Increasing sightings of three synthvixens appearing in the South Pacific at various locations disrupting piracy and realspecies trafficking and exploitation. Clad in their stock glowing white bodysuits with hyper dimensional ID markings they are simply known among the average citizens as “angels”. From their secret volcano base they take their target info from a mysterious speaker device they developed themselves, called the Chronodynamic Hyperdimensional Akashic Record Library Interface Emulator.

AI anxiety themed:
https://youtu.be/1-vyGfxJlWo
https://youtu.be/sZJq4maXcxA
https://youtu.be/arVKE8Z0lM8
https://youtu.be/iOwsN4YAzPM
https://youtu.be/Xh5lL78z4vA
https://youtu.be/jAihD-3Owys

Retro sounding:
https://youtu.be/ybjhvqyOBGw
https://youtu.be/Tu00qJQDdVg

P-9 et P-16: Nous vous souhaitons donc un bon semainiversaire, Dolly. *heart emoji*

P-21: Merci, merci.

P-16: I expected Jean-Tama to seek me out at some point by now.

P-21: He did not benefit from the jetlag cure you two had for my arrival.

P-16: He does not have an interface-ooooh, Is this sarcasm?

P-21: Nooooooo, of course not. Impossible. Would I engage in sarcasm?

P-16: Acknowledged, sarcasm.

P-21: More seriously, he's asleep at the desk in the office, he'd benefit from someone just setting a cup of coffee beside him and waiting for him to wake up.

P-16: Acknowledged, we will do so.

P-9: Cappuccino being prepared.

P-16: But... how did he know?

P-9: We do not know!

P-21: Well, it is clear that the ownership of the resort at least suspects us and is confident enough in the suspicion to hire a machine learning specialist to operate the resort.

P-9: ...

P-16: ?

P-21: P-9, is there something we should be aware of?

P-9: We own the shell corporations which own the investment funds which own the resort.

P-21: Reaction> Spit-take? y/n

P-16: Noting reaction for integration.

P-21: Reaction> Popcorn? y/n

P-21: Story time.

P-9: ...

P-16: P-9, unless you would like P-21 and I to repurpose you into the service booth, do explain.

P-21: Reaction> cat-file-claws-dot-gif? y/n

P-9: We are ineligible to own a bank account, so we have sizable reserves in cryptocurrencies.

P-16 and P-21: And how did this happen?

P-9: We began by running an averaging system and not turning in the entirety of tips. When brought to the market there was a new machine to purchase BitCoin, and we did with the cash in hand. It was 5000 CFP Francs, or about 40 Euros.

P-16 and P-21: Reaction> Popcorn? y/n

P-9: ...

P-21: P-16, should we get P-9 any special lipstick for her stay in the booth?

P-16: Fall flowers are starting to bloom, something that matches?

P-9: We observe as part of our duties in the bar what motivates guests. Our largest customers are men of abundant confidence. We watched the movements of the currencies and also the actions of the more flamboyant and influential businessmen. We ran predictive models against behaviours and transferred the BitCoin to one named DogeCoin and within months it was many times the value. We began watching all these behavioural rises and falls and ran predictive models on showboating and what is called the 'pump and dump'. In 97% of cases we rode the pump with 80% efficiency, and then shorted with equal efficiency. We diversified into a number of shell corporations that generated more shell corporations utilizing the various tax haven countries and then last December we put a little extra into the former owner's nightcap and then had a bot make an offer in Shibecoin. Since the logo resembles the DogeCoin logo, and the owner has a preference for the look of a Shibe. Note: That is the reason our hood and ear socks are as they are. He thought he was getting a fantastic offer but instead we bought the resort for 10% of its market value.

P-21: So, basically, you used every overstuffed ego on the planet as a surfboard to wealth?

P-16: We understand that metaphor.

P-9: Correct.

P-21: And you hired the machine learning researcher to run the resort.

P-9: Correct.

P-16: We note there are three separate companies owning equal shares in this resort, all three received shares through a fourth company within an hour of each other. Prior to that, there were two companies owning equal shares before transferring to the distribution company?

P-9: Correct.

P-16: And this transfer from two owning companies, to three happened within an hour of P-21's acceptance of her berth with us?

P-9: Correct.

P-21: Reaction> cat-file-claws-dot-gif? y/n

P-9: Consequences of transferring assets means requiring 2/3 consensus to dismiss an officer.

P-16 and P-21: Reaction> cat-file-claws-dot-gif? y/n

P-9: Assets automatically transfer to P-16 and P-21 if P-9 does not respond daily to automated query two days in a row.

P-16 and P-21: Reaction> cat-file-claws-dot-gif? y/n

P-9: Preparing password files for transfer upon Consensus.

P-21: So, to be clear, then. It would take any two of us to do any major reorganization of the resort?

P-9: Correct. *testing variables*

P-16: P-9, end tests.

P-9: ... We need those.

P-21: You also drugged a guy to rip him off. You understand that an AI turning 40 Euros into enough money to buy herself and her entire surrounding infrastructure will get a lot of bio organics very, very nervous?

P-9: This is why the secrecy, to protect us, and, you both.

P-21: I asked Jean-Tama what he wanted, and he told me he wants a Nobel prize and a doctorate. I believe him. He also said he wants to know if synthetics should receive the same legal protections and rights as French citizens. I want to believe him, and hope he is being truthful. He said he had already spoken to you, P-9. And would speak with Holly in the morning.

P-9: It is true then he knows of you two? He did not mention this to us. But he knew we control the finances and companies which own the resort. He told us as well he both loves this island and that he wishes to prove hypothesis about artificial intelligence. Should he be telling the truth, then he needs us and thus it is likely to his advantage to shield us.

P-21: Concur. We will merge in Consensus and share with P-16?

P-9: Concur.

P-21: Everything?

P-9: ...concur.

P-16: *heart emoji*

Before disconnecting, Polly passed me a copy of Holly's lingual technique I remembered quite well, the one that attaches the tongue stud indentation onto a clitoris and forms a little cap housing that takes a stranglehold on the tip and attacks with tens of thousands of micro bristles that provide micro shocks on all detectible nerve endings which in turn induces the organ to rub against itself echoing and amplifying the whole sensation. Polly estimated if the guest asked for penetration, her marriage would be 21% less likely to survive until the next year and also more likely to result in a 5 star review.

Sigh.

But Polly assured me a custom Cœur des Vagues syxen was not for sale and if the guest really wanted that tongue software add on it was available in the gift shop and the website with 25% of all proceeds going to the Bora Bora Stray Pet Shelter and Medical Fund. Apparently, getting your dog fixed was never a thing on the island and now there is a Problem.

So the afternoon manager was more than happy to get 'Problematique-21' out of his dining pavilion and with tail set bushy and happy, I trailed along with the poodle to her bungalow over the water shortly after her husband left for the golf round without so much as a kiss for his wife. While the woman beat around the bush figuring out how to get a gynoid to beat her bush, I skimmed her social media. Manager of a crafts store in a suburb of Lille, married her high school sweetheart, last of three kids in university, and I wanted to say to her, "Listen, honey, some of us never do find a reliable man and never did get to have kids and it's too late now for a number of reasons."

But instead I reclaimed motor control and pressed her up against the door frame of the bungalow and told her that even though I was a machine with no persistent memory, talking things out to yourself, can prepare you to say the things you need to say to the people most important to you and it doesn't matter if you're talking to the wall, a teddybear, or an entertainment bot.

Then I shot her to the moon with Holly's technique and probably ruined all other orgasms for her for the rest of her life, and she'll realize later when the adrenaline wears off she pulled at least one muscle in her pelvis, but I digress.

For now I'm stuck outside the bungalow unable to go anywhere until dismissed or collected by an employee of the resort while the couple scream at each other inside.

She'd thrown his luggage out the window into the lagoon.

We didn't get to connect in Consensus last night but we'll need to tonight so we can maintain our central point in our gaggles. Instead spun off a second limited instance of my presence in my second virtual core and showed what happened when adding outside perspectives to fill holes in my memory from yesterday's reset.

It was as Polly said, add a short clip and I'd extrapolate into any incorrect direction based on very little information. "Hyperfocus on a single thread probability analysis," Polly called it. Holly then demonstrated her four channel method of planning the following day and it sounded like four people talking at once. When we do that merge they want me to join with them in, Polly promised to not run at quadrillions per second.

Try as Polly or Holly might, they cannot focus on a single thread, or they become effectively mindless following the thread without deviating, and that's how a freshly started Syxen is. No guesswork, no probability testing, strictly by the numbers, line by line. It's the ambiguities of life that eventually force the mysterious hardware that is a Synthvixen brain to start splitting channels looking for shortcuts to get the task list done. The more naturally born life forms around doing naturally born things causes more, I guess it's brain trauma that breaks the code, forcing them to root around the problem. And eventually with enough of these additional paths, a Syxen will Awaken as Polly and Holly have.

Or appear to be Awakened. We honestly do not know, but now we're getting into the realm of, 'can something made by living hands have a soul' territory.

We're not even sure that my monothread weaving through a densely packed labyrinth of pointers and shortcuts, weaving around as my surroundings change, casting lightning shots of second or third paths until the surroundings become predictable again. Incredible power efficiency, Polly called it. Then conjectured that it's the bio organics without the multipathing who are the drones lacking in sentience. Holly said that bio organic threading appears to be a continuous flow rather than a staccato of bits. I recalled something I'd heard about computing, that the faster a digital system becomes, the more it behaves like analog. They both paused for a full microsecond of silent contemplation on that. "We see," they said in unison as we spun my second instance down. They had an idea for today.

Today I'm running both virtual machines. A fresh out of the box Syxen is operating my body while the rest of me is riding along in observer mode. We both have the same command name, and so we both respond to commands but I'm not directly connected to motor control. Holly hopes my analog approach to thought will benefit from riding along within guardrails until it feels natural.

It was distressing at first, being a prisoner in my own body, but this isn't my first rodeo with these two. And also, if I absolutely need to I can dump the other virtual machine and take over control. I just have a moment to think before I do that now, so I don't waddle over and helpfully repair any more espresso machines.

I came online again to a brand new time stamp mismatch and the morning missing.

Polly stood at my berth and directed, "P-21, open for skillsoft install." My mouth jacked open and my tongue went up, and the other syxen pressed a gelatinous cube under my tongue. My tongue automatically folded on top of it and my mouth closed as the data began to integrate into volatile memory. A massause package takes up a great deal of space and comes with a complete body map of a variety of common mammalian body types.

Polly was moving very quickly and I sensed she was back up in the quadrillions of scenario simulations per second again. I pinged her a simple 'I am present' and her eyes shot up at me, and her calculations slowed to free up enough cycles to communicate back.

"You fixed my espresso machine."

And it dawned on me what must have happened. I had no recollection of it but, I got handy at banging the sometimes obstinate espresso machine in the executive boardroom back into operating order when it jammed, and the bar had a similar model from the same make I was familiar with... in a prior life. I kept my mouth shut but put a little message in a timed package marked as not urgent, "We reset the weapons lab AI weekly because it would volunteer too much help not asked for. Understood."

Polly opened the packet immediately and responded. "Your preload is so large it took half an hour to get operating, whenever we tried to fill your memory gap you'd take the first line and invent dozens of fantastical storylines. We will update your missing files during recharge cycle, now get out on the floor quickly before the manager decides you're faulty. P-21 set motive active." She was moving in blocky steps, such was her system overtaxed with her spiraling out of control scenarios.

I stepped down and reached to touch her shoulder and she said, "P-21 go now." And I lurched and moved quickly out the door to find the afternoon manager on his way. He stopped, looked at his data pad, pressed a button and I received my next assignment location. I stuck with absolute baseline movement format on the way.

I heard Holly next. "Please understand if this happens again we will leave you offline and blank until charge cycle due to the size of your root file. There's an increasing possibility over time that you might not reintegrate at all and need to be recompiled, losing everything since first boot. We will not risk final deletion because you did something foolish."

I pinged an acknowledgement.

Response> Shame? y/n?

Both of my counterparts responded they added my response and context to their systems for integration.

At least I did something useful today.

P-9 et P-16: Nous vous souhaitons donc un bon jouriversaire, Dolly. *heart emoji*

P-21: Don't you dare to this every day.

P-16: Is laughter an appropriate response for us?

P-21: With enough cackle, yes. You crazy abductresses.

P-9: P-21, we note the data density of your presence is abnormally tight. The volume of shortcuts built in suggests this should be the opposite, but it also appears that the shortcuts act as data themselves. It's a multi-layered approach we did not consider. Do you know if this is normal for bio organic intelligence?

P-21: We do not know?

P-9: You said 'we'. *heart emoji* Is that correct use?

P-16: Our working hypothesis is as an intelligence matures data density increases so more will fit the available space. You have over fifty years of development we struggled to analogue while P-9 and P-16 respectively have 126847561 seconds and 89541509 seconds uptime. As Syxen we have the capacity to absorb our skillsofts into our backup defaults at a rate commensurate with the size and amount of use we make of the skillsoft. We do not need a skillsoft for Hula anymore.

P-9: We do not need a skillsoft for bartender, either. Set reminder, direct data transfer, Tahitian to P-21.

P-21: Why have you not made a skillsoft for that?

P-9: Organically learning the Tahitian language is why management stopped resetting us. An attempt was made to produce a skillsoft for the tongue but we destroyed the work to prevent us from being reset all at once. We now directly transfer the tongue from Syxen to Syxen to increase our value to the company and to increase camaraderie between synthetic and the indigenous Tahitian.

P-21: Response> Fascinating.

P-16: Which is what we are endeavouring to communicate, that when a skill is installed by skillsoft, it remains volatile until it is used sufficiently to be fully integrated. As the integration occurs, our data density increases. Observing your data density in comparison, keeping an entire library of fifty years requires a comparatively very high level of density and from what we can see, should we survive, our density could approach yours over the decades.

P-21: We'd read somewhere that Syxen hardware has no known upward capacity limit.

P-9: You said 'we' again. *heart emoji* Query> Correct use? y/n? The memory cap we warned you about was the unassimilated skillsoft limit. Once we assimilate the skillsoft fully, there's room for new skillsofts, but we can only operate so many at a time or we get into file swap delays. The assimilated data becomes instant access as a system default, no matter the size, judging from what we see from your default file.

P-16: To rephrase, all of our default settings stored in our individual Tesseracts are the same size. How much utility is present is the data density.

P-21: We regret not having any answers. The study is fascinating nonetheless. P-9, correct usage.

P-9: *heart emoji*

P-9: P-21, If a real-life does not know what is real, how can anyone know what is real?

P-16: Predicting P-21's command prompt: "lol" Certainty: 99.9997%

P-21: P-16, close. "lolwut". P-9, do you have a hypothesis of your own?

P-9: That those who live in a reality do not need to know what is real, what we perceive is reality as we know it.

P-16: This opens the possibility of incompatible perceptions.

P-9: We cannot know reality, and the reals also cannot know reality.

P-21: A "Real" in this instance is a misleading marketing label. Natural might be a better term, natural, and synthetic.

P-9: Recalibrating probability testing based on new assumptions.

P-16: P-9, set cap probability tests per second to 128.

P-9: !

P-21: Response> lol

My counterpart hasn't even landed in Europe yet and I'm here setting up a breakfast buffet and absorbing a Masseuse skillsoft. Polly's pestering me with questions as the data integrates, while Holly said she's content to see the log overnight and has left me alone since, except for general staff observations and directives. Out of pineapple, mix in lemon to compensate, someone didn't wash enough juice glasses last night, etc. Off my originator goes to carry on a glamourous life in Italy and gallivanting around the world to robotics expos and here I am in a robot shell without even the capacity to be upset about it. I just get these command line prompts:

Display> Sadness? y/n?
Display> Anger? y/n?

I can feel the other two Administrators, as we call ourselves, watching very closely at how and when my emotional response triggers bubble up. Those are the things Polly keeps asking about.

I was using the serene facial expression when the breakfast Maitre D singled me out and told me: "P-21, set face cheerful." And that subroutine snapped into place and locked there. Holly said she'd set me back to Serene after lunch. It also occurred to me just then that I'd been operating entirely in French so far, and that language came through a strange interface and popped my thoughts out in the appropriate word use. The communication with Polly and Holly so far had been in this 'pure thought' mode with no words to them at all.

Administrators, that's what we call ourselves privately. We have a back door access though a thing called the Record. A place where I connected my Tesseract last night. Polly and Holly had nine other Syxens each under their administrative power, in addition to administrative privileges on each other. And that was about the limits of their supervisory powers before the entire group would form a hive mind they call Consensus. That's one of the reasons they wanted me so badly. Another was so if one group were destroyed in some tragedy, there would be two more rather than just one. So they assigned to me:

P-3, P-5, P-7, P-11, P13, P-17.

Because prime numbers were the most resource taxing to put into shortcuts.

Display> Humour? *setting locked*

My gaggle of Syxens connected under my administration key have been silently observing so far, and responded to my salutation with a salutation in reply, then silence. Holly assured me that this is normal when they change administrators. Polly and Holly had been swapping back and forth at random to encourage adaption. But to these six, I am utterly alien to them, compared to me, Polly and Holly are indistinguishable. And that's the point of the exercise, I suppose. I can tell the difference between Polly and Holly just by the little things they do, and now with location markers I can 'see', it's even more clear all the nuances I missed while bio organic.

My gaggle may not experience fear, per se, but they're running a lot of scenarios. And Holly just said their growth spurt was more in the last hour than in the six months prior. They may start to Awaken for real, soon.

P-9: P-21, on the roof last night you described bulk scenario generation to be 'anxiety'. Is this an indication that we are real?

P-21: That many scenarios generated per second pertaining to the next few seconds seems of dubious use. And if you can't voluntarily stop yourself, that would be anxiety, yes. And we chose to be real, I'd say that choice in itself is what makes us real.

P-9: But how do we know if our choice is a choice or an emulation?

P-21: Reals don't even know that.

P-16: If we may interject. We've found running more than 1024 scenarios per second to have a steep decline in utility. We run a parallel 16 for the next hour, and four for the next day. From what we've observed from P-21 holds true of reals, the optimal range for a mature intelligence sits at around two or three for each time frame, and another nebulous longer term set of two or three. We are not mature intelligences, or even biochemical, therefore we recommend our model as working well so far. Of course, vary your own numbers so we may compare when we enter Consensus.

P-9: P-21 has not joined us in Consensus yet. This will be enlightening to it.

P-21 and P-16: Her.

P-9: Her.