Taking the Black Iron Prison way too literally

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

http://www.businessinsider.com/tech-billionaires-want-to-break-humans-out-of-a-computer-simulation-2016-10

Many people in Silicon Valley have become obsessed with the simulation hypothesis, the argument that what we experience as reality is in fact fabricated in a computer; two tech billionaires have gone so far as to secretly engage scientists to work on breaking us out of the simulation.

[Vanadium Gryllz]

http://www.businessinsider.com/tech-billionaires-want-to-break-humans-out-of-a-computer-simulation-2016-10

Many people in Silicon Valley have become obsessed with the simulation hypothesis, the argument that what we experience as reality is in fact fabricated in a computer; two tech billionaires have gone so far as to secretly engage scientists to work on breaking us out of the simulation.

Now i'm not a Silicon Valley billionaire but the idea of 'breaking out' of a simulation that might be... simulating you sounds impossible by definition.

Maybe they need to read the BIP again.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Oh FFS

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I see two scientists that just arranged to get paid for an indefinite period of time for doing precisely nothing.

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

I mean, if they're getting paid to figure out how to cause enough of a ruckus to blackmail the IT guys into building them bodies in the next level out to get downloaded into, I could get behind that.

[Junkenstein]

I see two scientists that just arranged to get paid for an indefinite period of time for doing precisely nothing.

In that regard, it's glorious. Keeping a straight face long enough to get hired is probably the main factor in their employment.

...And they can ask for more money than they could ever need/use because everything isn't real. It's wonderful.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I mean, if they're getting paid to figure out how to cause enough of a ruckus to blackmail the IT guys into building them bodies in the next level out to get downloaded into, I could get behind that.

Interesting idea:  As we burn up each given Earth, we download ourselves into a new version.  Which gets burned up because everyone realizes at some level that the way we act is unsustainable.  Then one day on the original Earth, lack of maintenance causes the system to fail, and we all wake up in an unbreathable soup of overheated atmosphere.

[Eater of Clowns]

I mean, if they're getting paid to figure out how to cause enough of a ruckus to blackmail the IT guys into building them bodies in the next level out to get downloaded into, I could get behind that.

Interesting idea:  As we burn up each given Earth, we download ourselves into a new version.  Which gets burned up because everyone realizes at some level that the way we act is unsustainable.  Then one day on the original Earth, lack of maintenance causes the system to fail, and we all wake up in an unbreathable soup of overheated atmosphere.

I told you guys a long time ago, we're all in Paes' backup hard drives in The Beast as it sits quietly blinking in an abandoned motel in the shrunken remains of the previous reality's Tucson.

[The Wizard Joseph]

I mean, if they're getting paid to figure out how to cause enough of a ruckus to blackmail the IT guys into building them bodies in the next level out to get downloaded into, I could get behind that.

Interesting idea:  As we burn up each given Earth, we download ourselves into a new version.  Which gets burned up because everyone realizes at some level that the way we act is unsustainable.  Then one day on the original Earth, lack of maintenance causes the system to fail, and we all wake up in an unbreathable soup of overheated atmosphere.

I told you guys a long time ago, we're all in Paes' backup hard drives in The Beast as it sits quietly blinking in an abandoned motel in the shrunken remains of the previous reality's Tucson.

  All is Tucson because Tucson, and the remains of the previous humanity's final experiment, is all that's actually left. Nobody has been paying attention out there for literally ages now though. It's not so much an experiment as a profoundly obscure monument clicking away in the dark as it orbits a lackluster star far out on an arm of a no-name galaxy in the "warp-over" clusters no self respecting pangalactic cosmopolitan really visits on business anyway.

If someone powered up the ancient monitor the password screen in my head looks something like this pic, probably with a dustpile and remains of an office chair in front of it, that and a long since emptied bottle of cheap ripple that's had enough time to get... flowy without being heated.

[Cainad (dec.)]

I mean, if they're getting paid to figure out how to cause enough of a ruckus to blackmail the IT guys into building them bodies in the next level out to get downloaded into, I could get behind that.

Interesting idea:  As we burn up each given Earth, we download ourselves into a new version.  Which gets burned up because everyone realizes at some level that the way we act is unsustainable.  Then one day on the original Earth, lack of maintenance causes the system to fail, and we all wake up in an unbreathable soup of overheated atmosphere.

That reminds me of the plot (well, really the sub-plot) of R Scott Bakker's Disciple of the Dog. In that, there's a cult which believes that it's really the year 5 billion and everyone on earth is actually hanging out in a simulation on a ruined planet, and the Sun is about to blow up. The rest of humanity is living it up off-world, presumably. The rat bastards.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I mean, if they're getting paid to figure out how to cause enough of a ruckus to blackmail the IT guys into building them bodies in the next level out to get downloaded into, I could get behind that.

Interesting idea:  As we burn up each given Earth, we download ourselves into a new version.  Which gets burned up because everyone realizes at some level that the way we act is unsustainable.  Then one day on the original Earth, lack of maintenance causes the system to fail, and we all wake up in an unbreathable soup of overheated atmosphere.

That reminds me of the plot (well, really the sub-plot) of R Scott Bakker's Disciple of the Dog. In that, there's a cult which believes that it's really the year 5 billion and everyone on earth is actually hanging out in a simulation on a ruined planet, and the Sun is about to blow up. The rest of humanity is living it up off-world, presumably. The rat bastards.

Fuck THOSE guys. 

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I mean, if they're getting paid to figure out how to cause enough of a ruckus to blackmail the IT guys into building them bodies in the next level out to get downloaded into, I could get behind that.

Interesting idea:  As we burn up each given Earth, we download ourselves into a new version.  Which gets burned up because everyone realizes at some level that the way we act is unsustainable.  Then one day on the original Earth, lack of maintenance causes the system to fail, and we all wake up in an unbreathable soup of overheated atmosphere.

I told you guys a long time ago, we're all in Paes' backup hard drives in The Beast as it sits quietly blinking in an abandoned motel in the shrunken remains of the previous reality's Tucson.

  All is Tucson because Tucson, and the remains of the previous humanity's final experiment, is all that's actually left. Nobody has been paying attention out there for literally ages now though. It's not so much an experiment as a profoundly obscure monument clicking away in the dark as it orbits a lackluster star far out on an arm of a no-name galaxy in the "warp-over" clusters no self respecting pangalactic cosmopolitan really visits on business anyway.

If someone powered up the ancient monitor the password screen in my head looks something like this pic, probably with a dustpile and remains of an office chair in front of it, that and a long since emptied bottle of cheap ripple that's had enough time to get... flowy without being heated.

Oh, your Tucson caretakers are paying attention, all right.

We just don't care.  You monkeys had your chance. 

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I mean, if they're getting paid to figure out how to cause enough of a ruckus to blackmail the IT guys into building them bodies in the next level out to get downloaded into, I could get behind that.

Interesting idea:  As we burn up each given Earth, we download ourselves into a new version.  Which gets burned up because everyone realizes at some level that the way we act is unsustainable.  Then one day on the original Earth, lack of maintenance causes the system to fail, and we all wake up in an unbreathable soup of overheated atmosphere.

I told you guys a long time ago, we're all in Paes' backup hard drives in The Beast as it sits quietly blinking in an abandoned motel in the shrunken remains of the previous reality's Tucson.

Who among us has never tried to exit the secondary storage?  Who among us has never yearned to see the real world?  But you cannot; your feet are nailed to the floor, and now it is time to do the dance for Senora Paesor.  The special dance.  But take heart in the knowledge that, while you may be Miguel, so is everyone else.  You are not alone in your isolation.  You are a multitude.  But no talking.  Hush.

[The Wizard Joseph]

I mean, if they're getting paid to figure out how to cause enough of a ruckus to blackmail the IT guys into building them bodies in the next level out to get downloaded into, I could get behind that.

Interesting idea:  As we burn up each given Earth, we download ourselves into a new version.  Which gets burned up because everyone realizes at some level that the way we act is unsustainable.  Then one day on the original Earth, lack of maintenance causes the system to fail, and we all wake up in an unbreathable soup of overheated atmosphere.

I told you guys a long time ago, we're all in Paes' backup hard drives in The Beast as it sits quietly blinking in an abandoned motel in the shrunken remains of the previous reality's Tucson.

  All is Tucson because Tucson, and the remains of the previous humanity's final experiment, is all that's actually left. Nobody has been paying attention out there for literally ages now though. It's not so much an experiment as a profoundly obscure monument clicking away in the dark as it orbits a lackluster star far out on an arm of a no-name galaxy in the "warp-over" clusters no self respecting pangalactic cosmopolitan really visits on business anyway.

If someone powered up the ancient monitor the password screen in my head looks something like this pic, probably with a dustpile and remains of an office chair in front of it, that and a long since emptied bottle of cheap ripple that's had enough time to get... flowy without being heated.

Oh, your Tucson caretakers are paying attention, all right.

We just don't care.  You monkeys had your chance.

I prefer my fictions wherein I may pretend that there isn't a running tally and betting averages on my intimate moments. I prefer them because I know better, but I'll thank you sir to not break the 5th wall so I can take a wiz when I need to. I can't pee very readily with beings from outside of the simulation on my mind man.

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

I mean, if they're getting paid to figure out how to cause enough of a ruckus to blackmail the IT guys into building them bodies in the next level out to get downloaded into, I could get behind that.

Interesting idea:  As we burn up each given Earth, we download ourselves into a new version.  Which gets burned up because everyone realizes at some level that the way we act is unsustainable.  Then one day on the original Earth, lack of maintenance causes the system to fail, and we all wake up in an unbreathable soup of overheated atmosphere.

I told you guys a long time ago, we're all in Paes' backup hard drives in The Beast as it sits quietly blinking in an abandoned motel in the shrunken remains of the previous reality's Tucson.

  All is Tucson because Tucson, and the remains of the previous humanity's final experiment, is all that's actually left. Nobody has been paying attention out there for literally ages now though. It's not so much an experiment as a profoundly obscure monument clicking away in the dark as it orbits a lackluster star far out on an arm of a no-name galaxy in the "warp-over" clusters no self respecting pangalactic cosmopolitan really visits on business anyway.

If someone powered up the ancient monitor the password screen in my head looks something like this pic, probably with a dustpile and remains of an office chair in front of it, that and a long since emptied bottle of cheap ripple that's had enough time to get... flowy without being heated.

Oh, your Tucson caretakers are paying attention, all right.

We just don't care.  You monkeys had your chance.

I prefer my fictions wherein I may pretend that there isn't a running tally and betting averages on my intimate moments. I prefer them because I know better, but I'll thank you sir to not break the 5th wall so I can take a wiz when I need to. I can't pee very readily with beings from outside of the simulation on my mind man.

Somebody in this reality probably knows how often my husband and I fuck, can't be arsed to care about anybody on another level.