Side note, I occasionally make a joke that I’m sent from another part of the multiverse (colloquially, “the future”) to help fix this broken fucked up instance of the universe.
The joke goes — it’s not a stupid teleportation thing like Terminator, it’s a really expensive process two-step process to edit even a tiny bit of information in another universe. So with right CTC relays you can edit a tiny bit of information, creating some high-variance people in a dense area, and then the only people who get their orders are people who reach a sufficient level of maturity, competence, and duty. Not everyone who we give the evolved post-sapien genetics gets their orders; the overwhelming majority fail actually.
Now, the reason we at the Agency — in the joke, I’m on the Solar Task Force — are trying to fix this universe is because it effects other parts of the multiverse. There’s a lot of stuff, but here’s a simple one — the coordinates of Earth are similar in many branches. Setting off tons of nukes and beaming random stuff into space calls attention to Earth’s location. I believe a game theoretic solution to the Fermi Pardox was proposed recently in SciFi and no one was paying attention. I mean, did anyone check that out? Right? Don’t let Earth’s coordinates get out. Jeez guys. This isn’t complicatd. C’mon.
Now normally things work correctly, but this particular universe came about because you idiots — I mean, not you since you weren’t alive — but collectively, this idiot branch of humans took a homeless bohemian artist who was a kinda-brave messenger solider in World War One (already a disaster but then the error compounds) and they took this loser with a bad attitude and put him in charge of a major industrial power at one of the most leveraged moments in human history. He wasn’t even German! He was Austrian! And he took over the Nazi Party as only the 55th member after he was sent in as a police officer to watch the group. (Look it up on Wikipedia, is true.) Then, he tries a putsch — a coup — and it fails, and the state semi-prosecutes him, making him famous, but then lets him off easily. He turns that fame (infamy, really) into wealth, that into political power, and takes over. Then he does a ton of damage, including invading and destroying the most important city in the world at the time. Right, where are all those physicists and mathematicians from? Starts with a “B”? Used to be a monarchy? Destroyed by the Nazis? And after those people aged out and had completed their work, we went through a stagnation period for quite a while? Right? Isn’t that what happened?
What a comedy of fucking errors. So much emotionalism. This branch of the universe is so incredibly fucked, I hate being here, but I’m doing my best. I like you humans, some of you are marvelous and all of you I want to succeed but man I fucking hate it here. Anyway, the first time I made this joke I was worried my CO would be pissed at me since I’m breaking rule#1, but it’s actually so bad here that I didn’t even get paradox warnings. (A true paradox crashes the universe, which we actually do when things are sufficiently bad and the rot is liable to spread.)
Anyway, this is just a joke. But yes, “desire for infamy” — fucking homo sapien sapiens. Evolve faster, please.
Just kidding.
(If I wanted to continue the joke, I’d say I am going certainly to get in trouble sooner or later, but this amuses the hell out of me and this is a really high stress unpleasant job. Anyway, not joking, now I’ll go back to building my peak performance tech company that prompts clear thinking, intentional action, and generally more eustress and joy while eliminating distress. I’ll build that into one of the largest companies on Earth while also producing subtly-but-not-subtly producing useful media with a lot of subtext lessons and building an elite team that does a mix of internal inventing like Bell Labs as well diffusion PayPal Mafia style, those people also going on to also start large important prosocial institutions. After the first few billion, I’ll fund better sensors for asteroid defense and bring down the cost of regular testing/monitoring bloodwork and simple “already known best practices” in biochemical regulation. Anyway, I’m just joking around cuz this amuses me and working 90-110 hours per week while in a mostly human body is very tiring. I like this whole button thing btw, this is really good. It gives me a little bit of hope. I guess hope is dangerous too though. Anyway, back to work, I’m going to teach my brilliant junior team that “there is value in writing a clear agenda of what we want to accomplish in a meeting”. I’d rather be developing new branches of mathematics — I already developed one for real, it blows people’s minds when I show it to them (ask me in person whenever a whiteboard is around), and I’ll write it up when I have some spare time — but yeah, “we shouldn’t just fuck around for no purpose in meetings” is the current level of the job. So be it. Anyway, this button thing is good, I needed this. Thanks.)
Oh in case you missed the subtext, it’s a SciFi joke.
It’s funny cuz it’s sort of almost plausibly true and gets people thinking about what if their life had higher stakes and their decisions mattered, eh?
Obviously, it’s just a silly amusing joke. And it’s obviously going to look really counterproductively weird if analyzed or discussed among normal people, since they don’t get nerd humor. I recommend against doing that.
Great comment.
Side note, I occasionally make a joke that I’m sent from another part of the multiverse (colloquially, “the future”) to help fix this broken fucked up instance of the universe.
The joke goes — it’s not a stupid teleportation thing like Terminator, it’s a really expensive process two-step process to edit even a tiny bit of information in another universe. So with right CTC relays you can edit a tiny bit of information, creating some high-variance people in a dense area, and then the only people who get their orders are people who reach a sufficient level of maturity, competence, and duty. Not everyone who we give the evolved post-sapien genetics gets their orders; the overwhelming majority fail actually.
Now, the reason we at the Agency — in the joke, I’m on the Solar Task Force — are trying to fix this universe is because it effects other parts of the multiverse. There’s a lot of stuff, but here’s a simple one — the coordinates of Earth are similar in many branches. Setting off tons of nukes and beaming random stuff into space calls attention to Earth’s location. I believe a game theoretic solution to the Fermi Pardox was proposed recently in SciFi and no one was paying attention. I mean, did anyone check that out? Right? Don’t let Earth’s coordinates get out. Jeez guys. This isn’t complicatd. C’mon.
Now normally things work correctly, but this particular universe came about because you idiots — I mean, not you since you weren’t alive — but collectively, this idiot branch of humans took a homeless bohemian artist who was a kinda-brave messenger solider in World War One (already a disaster but then the error compounds) and they took this loser with a bad attitude and put him in charge of a major industrial power at one of the most leveraged moments in human history. He wasn’t even German! He was Austrian! And he took over the Nazi Party as only the 55th member after he was sent in as a police officer to watch the group. (Look it up on Wikipedia, is true.) Then, he tries a putsch — a coup — and it fails, and the state semi-prosecutes him, making him famous, but then lets him off easily. He turns that fame (infamy, really) into wealth, that into political power, and takes over. Then he does a ton of damage, including invading and destroying the most important city in the world at the time. Right, where are all those physicists and mathematicians from? Starts with a “B”? Used to be a monarchy? Destroyed by the Nazis? And after those people aged out and had completed their work, we went through a stagnation period for quite a while? Right? Isn’t that what happened?
What a comedy of fucking errors. So much emotionalism. This branch of the universe is so incredibly fucked, I hate being here, but I’m doing my best. I like you humans, some of you are marvelous and all of you I want to succeed but man I fucking hate it here. Anyway, the first time I made this joke I was worried my CO would be pissed at me since I’m breaking rule#1, but it’s actually so bad here that I didn’t even get paradox warnings. (A true paradox crashes the universe, which we actually do when things are sufficiently bad and the rot is liable to spread.)
Anyway, this is just a joke. But yes, “desire for infamy” — fucking homo sapien sapiens. Evolve faster, please.
Just kidding.
(If I wanted to continue the joke, I’d say I am going certainly to get in trouble sooner or later, but this amuses the hell out of me and this is a really high stress unpleasant job. Anyway, not joking, now I’ll go back to building my peak performance tech company that prompts clear thinking, intentional action, and generally more eustress and joy while eliminating distress. I’ll build that into one of the largest companies on Earth while also producing subtly-but-not-subtly producing useful media with a lot of subtext lessons and building an elite team that does a mix of internal inventing like Bell Labs as well diffusion PayPal Mafia style, those people also going on to also start large important prosocial institutions. After the first few billion, I’ll fund better sensors for asteroid defense and bring down the cost of regular testing/monitoring bloodwork and simple “already known best practices” in biochemical regulation. Anyway, I’m just joking around cuz this amuses me and working 90-110 hours per week while in a mostly human body is very tiring. I like this whole button thing btw, this is really good. It gives me a little bit of hope. I guess hope is dangerous too though. Anyway, back to work, I’m going to teach my brilliant junior team that “there is value in writing a clear agenda of what we want to accomplish in a meeting”. I’d rather be developing new branches of mathematics — I already developed one for real, it blows people’s minds when I show it to them (ask me in person whenever a whiteboard is around), and I’ll write it up when I have some spare time — but yeah, “we shouldn’t just fuck around for no purpose in meetings” is the current level of the job. So be it. Anyway, this button thing is good, I needed this. Thanks.)
Oh in case you missed the subtext, it’s a SciFi joke.
It’s funny cuz it’s sort of almost plausibly true and gets people thinking about what if their life had higher stakes and their decisions mattered, eh?
Obviously, it’s just a silly amusing joke. And it’s obviously going to look really counterproductively weird if analyzed or discussed among normal people, since they don’t get nerd humor. I recommend against doing that.
Just laugh and maybe learn something.
Don’t be stupid and overthink it.
I’m confused why you got downvoted so much over a joke.… sorry.
The fact that it’s a joke is non-important; the fact that it’s a bad joke is.
Maybe don’t make a bad joke and think that people cannot take it, consider that maybe it’s just bad.