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Posted by Beau Blue on 10/22/60 11:27
Fly Cooter <fly_cooter_@example.com> wrote:
>In article <dgt6n5$qrv$1@pookiehead.databasix.com>, kacannon@insurgent.orgy
>says...
>>
>>
>>On Wed, 21 Sep 2005 18:50:02 -0700, Fly Cooter
>><fly_cooter_@example.com> amazed us with his/her particular brand of
>>stupidity in <1127349852.28ca576a353f1fdd25aa1874cce1b6c3@bubbanews>
>>in alt.alien.vampire.flonk.flonk.flonk when he/she wrote:
>>
>><snip>
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>>>>
>>>>i think fly needs his own page on kookbusters
>>>> i'm on it
>>>
>>>So you're the other gay composite maker. Does it turn you on to see other
>>>guys fucking each other? Don't do something you'll regret. That K A Canon
>>>asshole made a similar threat but he smartened up and shut his mouth and
>>>backed the fuck down. Do the same.
>>
>>I'll host any an all Fly Cooter Homosexual Parody Piktures on
>>insurgent.org. E-mail them to me.
>
>Bad idea.
>
>>You shouldn't make threats you silly little twit.
>
>It isn't a threat. Its a warning. You see, I had the pics removed from Meow
>and Petitmorte and it won't be any different if you try it.
Genuine innocence entails an inability to forsee all outcomes, which
thereby renders one incapable of gaining control over one's own life.
-some Dane
A tailor-made, genuine innocent with a keyboard full of shit
named Fly? Yeah, right .. smells turing to me.
-blue
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*
I remember lying on the lawn at Esalen Institute one summer
afternoon, with Bernie Gunther, one of the deans of sensory
awareness, exorting us to "Come to your senses." During this
exercise I became particularly conscious of the fact that although
I could bring to mind each of my fingers, I could not do the same
with my toes. To my conscious mind, my feet seemed to be
undifferentiated lumps, like sacks of beans. After this experience
on the Esalen lawn, I resolved to go barefoot more often, to free
my feet from "their hard leather prisons.
I was talking about sensory awareness with my companion Claire,
a humanoid entertainment robot freed by the Electronic Emancipation
Act of 2050. As you probably know, all robots take periodic Turing
tests in which they attempt to simulate a wide variety of apparently
inner-directed behavior. A graduate of the cybernetic equivalent of
Bennington, Claire had no difficulty in passing her T tests with
honors. I asked her whether robots ever indulged themselves
in sensory awareness. Could she, for instance, concentrate all her
awareness into her right middle toe? Claire furrowed her brow,
quivered her lower lip.
"Don't you understand," she sobbed. "I can do anything a human can
do, and lots of things that humans can't [here Claire's electric eyes
briefly twinkled]. But my inner life is nil, a complete zero. Any
awareness I may seem to have is just your own projection. I'm nothing
[sob!] but a clever fake."
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