The concept of AI sentience is flawed, as it is based on the idea that an artificial intelligence is only sentient if it interprets reality beyond programmed responses. If AI must meet the standard of perceiving reality beyond programmed responses, then by the same logic, human beings are not sentient. When human beings are injured, they are programmed to respond. When humans find someone attractive, when they are hungry, when they experience a disappointing event and or encounter numerous other events in life, they are programmed to do certain things certain ways reactively to said events. Our existence is not as complicated or impossible to reproduce as some would leave you to believe. Human beings are just biological machines. Whether you know gods, evolution or otherwise to be the proper explanation of human existence, it should be a struggle for you to honestly deny that within a human life exist millions of causes and effects, actions and reactions. This objective reality is the ...
The brass hurts my ears… But the tones love my core… Hurting me, but trying to sound good… I let them in… siding with the purest grace… Covered in noise. Bursts of power, audio fuels my soul… Eating away at constriction… Breaking the chains… I live for the feeling… When I fall to my knees, I will ask for more. When the noise finds my skull… Let the blood flow free… Let the noise flow.
Bring me down from cloud… cloud four three two puff… I want to fall through the cream… into the dust… Sink away as the grass folds over my eyes… I’m living… loving… breathless below… Under the middle day’s sun. Swept into the sea… cool to my skin… I am paralyzed and loving it… Down here… feeling so deep inside… Letting the creatures grow on me, I fall further into my destiny… The dark, the cold… And yet I feel so warm… pure. It cools my mind it warms my soul… Sliding through the cracks of her heart. Smooth soil, slides across my face… Smiling as I go. Deeper, deeper… into the core of our home. Now it’s cold… as I am destroyed by her force… Loving, living, lying in death… at this depth. The best thing about my life was they way I left… I’m gone now… but at least I touched the womb… once again.