Use some of this ten years of energy to break the door.
Or the walls. If there isn’t a door. I think ten years is enough for either.
Or fuck it, the ground. I dig my way out with my superhumanly powerful hands.
The ceiling! I can claw into the walls to climb up.
Painstakingly carve a key out of one of the parts in my phone.
Wait, but I like my phone! I painstakingly carve a key out of a metal piece of my clothing.
Send a friend my location, so that they can help me escape.
Or I just call 911.
Host a “Babble challenge” on LessWrong to crowdsource ideas.
Get media attention.
Ask the room politely to let me out.
Ask the room aggressively to let me out.
Bash a hole in the wall with my phone.
...or the door. Or any other border between the room and the everywhere else.
Call angrily whoever put me here.
Call nicely whoever put me here, then convince them that there is a second person here. Your experiment is ruined! Surely, you should momentarily open the door so that this other person may leave.
Wake up.
Determine my address, order something on Amazon, then play an audio file containing repeated screams for help as the Amazon worker arrives.
Or just do the screaming myself. But that’s kind of tiring.
Hire someone to go to the address I am at, stare at the door and scream for help...?
Call a friend asking them to go to the ad........this seems overly convoluted
Make a list of 50 strategies to get out. Choose the best one. Proceed.
The same, but with 5,000 strategies. I have a little over ten years, don’t I?
The same, but I try each in order. One is bound to work.
Call a friend, asking them for strategies. Ignore their repeated offers to help, refusing to reveal that the only reason for this is “that only gets to happen in universe #7!”
Call 911, asking them for strategies. Repeat until an officer is sent to my location to charge me for false alarm or something.
Actually, this officer thing is a good idea. Loudly threaten to commit various crimes online. Each post contains a signature; it is my current address in ROT13. They’ll never find me!
Loudly threaten to commit various crimes unless someone goes to my current address (not in ROT13).
Offer to donate $10,000 to a charity of the address-goer’s choice. Omit the fact that I don’t have $10,000.
Offer to give $10,000 to the address-goer. Omit the fact that I don’t have $10,000, then lock the address-goer in the room (without a phone!) on my way out so as to avoid the consequences of failing to deliver on my promise.
Announce that someone other than me has died at my current address. Wait for people to arrive there and collect the body.
Announce that I have died at my current address. Wait for people to arrive there and collect my body. Surprise!
Announce, as myself, that I have died at my current address. State that I will be ghost-stabbing my adversaries (I’m a ghost, so it won’t do any real harm). Wait for people to arrive and deliver me to a mental institution.
Announce, as myself, that someone else died at my current address. State how proud I am of having killed them. State that I will be residing here and feasting on the body of my victim for the next two weeks.
Make my address a geocache. Of course, the box must be found by opening that locked door right there. The box is kind of fleshy and weirdly shaped and please don’t open it
Eat the door, which is made of some edible substance.
Eat the door, which is not made of an edible substance. Successfully leave the room, then die shortly afterwards.
Announce, on question 38 of a coincidentally similar LessWrong “Babble challenge,” that I am in the exact situation described by the post, hoping that some LessWronger will save me. Please. help
Go to sleep. Wake up in another parallel universe, never remembering my situation the day before. This is our reality, and we’ll never know.
Punch the window.
Throw my phone at the window.
Open the window. Maybe only one part of it is locked.
No, all of it is locked. I ask the person sitting under the window to open it from the other side.
Wait out my ten years. Once I’m dead, I find there is an afterlife!
Try to eat the door. Die before I leave. There is an afterlife!
Become better at figuring out how to leave locked, empty rooms.
Cut whatever is causing the door to be locked with a sharp component of my phone.
Cut whatever is causing the door to be locked with a sharp metal element of my clothing!
Hire a consultant on escaping locked, empty rooms.
By pure luck, make a string of discoveries that allow me to make a superintelligent AI with the purpose of escaping me from this room.
Use some of this ten years of energy to break the door.
Or the walls. If there isn’t a door. I think ten years is enough for either.
Or fuck it, the ground. I dig my way out with my superhumanly powerful hands.
The ceiling! I can claw into the walls to climb up.
Painstakingly carve a key out of one of the parts in my phone.
Wait, but I like my phone! I painstakingly carve a key out of a metal piece of my clothing.
Send a friend my location, so that they can help me escape.
Or I just call 911.
Host a “Babble challenge” on LessWrong to crowdsource ideas.
Get media attention.
Ask the room politely to let me out.
Ask the room aggressively to let me out.
Bash a hole in the wall with my phone.
...or the door. Or any other border between the room and the everywhere else.
Call angrily whoever put me here.
Call nicely whoever put me here, then convince them that there is a second person here. Your experiment is ruined! Surely, you should momentarily open the door so that this other person may leave.
Wake up.
Determine my address, order something on Amazon, then play an audio file containing repeated screams for help as the Amazon worker arrives.
Or just do the screaming myself. But that’s kind of tiring.
Hire someone to go to the address I am at, stare at the door and scream for help...?
Call a friend asking them to go to the ad........this seems overly convoluted
Make a list of 50 strategies to get out. Choose the best one. Proceed.
The same, but with 5,000 strategies. I have a little over ten years, don’t I?
The same, but I try each in order. One is bound to work.
Call a friend, asking them for strategies. Ignore their repeated offers to help, refusing to reveal that the only reason for this is “that only gets to happen in universe #7!”
Call 911, asking them for strategies. Repeat until an officer is sent to my location to charge me for false alarm or something.
Actually, this officer thing is a good idea. Loudly threaten to commit various crimes online. Each post contains a signature; it is my current address in ROT13. They’ll never find me!
Loudly threaten to commit various crimes unless someone goes to my current address (not in ROT13).
Offer to donate $10,000 to a charity of the address-goer’s choice. Omit the fact that I don’t have $10,000.
Offer to give $10,000 to the address-goer. Omit the fact that I don’t have $10,000, then lock the address-goer in the room (without a phone!) on my way out so as to avoid the consequences of failing to deliver on my promise.
Announce that someone other than me has died at my current address. Wait for people to arrive there and collect the body.
Announce that I have died at my current address. Wait for people to arrive there and collect my body. Surprise!
Announce, as myself, that I have died at my current address. State that I will be ghost-stabbing my adversaries (I’m a ghost, so it won’t do any real harm). Wait for people to arrive and deliver me to a mental institution.
Announce, as myself, that someone else died at my current address. State how proud I am of having killed them. State that I will be residing here and feasting on the body of my victim for the next two weeks.
Make my address a geocache. Of course, the box must be found by opening that locked door right there. The box is kind of fleshy and weirdly shaped and please don’t open it
Eat the door, which is made of some edible substance.
Eat the door, which is not made of an edible substance. Successfully leave the room, then die shortly afterwards.
Announce, on question 38 of a coincidentally similar LessWrong “Babble challenge,” that I am in the exact situation described by the post, hoping that some LessWronger will save me. Please. help
Go to sleep. Wake up in another parallel universe, never remembering my situation the day before. This is our reality, and we’ll never know.
Punch the window.
Throw my phone at the window.
Open the window. Maybe only one part of it is locked.
No, all of it is locked. I ask the person sitting under the window to open it from the other side.
Wait out my ten years. Once I’m dead, I find there is an afterlife!
Try to eat the door. Die before I leave. There is an afterlife!
Become better at figuring out how to leave locked, empty rooms.
Cut whatever is causing the door to be locked with a sharp component of my phone.
Cut whatever is causing the door to be locked with a sharp metal element of my clothing!
Hire a consultant on escaping locked, empty rooms.
By pure luck, make a string of discoveries that allow me to make a superintelligent AI with the purpose of escaping me from this room.
This took me ~35 mins.