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The movie starts off with a banal family scene. The year is
some
time around 140 years ahead. We learn that there are animal
parts embeded in all humans that enhance their capabilities,
and that robots are now common, marked in some way that
clearly shows they are not humans. They have no desires
although they seem to blend well with the family.
The kids learn that 200 years ago they used to have
computers
and there were computer programming languages. The robot
teacher is telling a small class of students about it and
teaching
them sample code which they are enjoying very much.
Everything goes well. Psychology and Psychiatry has advanced
enough to stop all wars, and whoever wishes to decline taking
the pills (like one of the teenage girls is contemplating) can
choose to go to the free wild no-government lands and they
even receive special survival training to deal with the
warlords,religions and customs of those places which are
outside the protected zone and are constantly monitored so
that no harm happens to Calmland.
We learn to understand that plain language has completely
replaced computer programming, and that the robots are now
designed to do the requested tasks, by clarifying the desires
of
the calm people, who have solved the global warming
problem
by beaming energy back out into space, and placing giant
cooling grids in the north and south, restoring temperatures
there.
The robots are taking care of everything nicely and then
things
start to go horribly wrong, but not because of any "robotic
intelligence", and not because of any "robotic unrest". Its a
simple misunderstanding of words in the way that machine
translation sometimes gets things awfully wrong. The problem
is
that a random sequence of these mistakes gets things going
out
of control. And now CalmPlace needs the help of the wild
people to save it.
It turns out that although some of the wild people are very
wild
indeed, some are surprisingly advanced and part of the movie
watches their society and debate whether to help CalmPlace
or
not.
[First version of non-idea, heavily criticized]
End of first half of movie, second half to be continued by the
HB
community...
[New version with first few blunders as example]
The teacher wishes to demonstrate the phones they used to
have, and asks the students to guess why they were called
smartphones. They laugh at the primitive people of the past,
but one boy, Kanokki, has an idea. He askes what if the
smartphone was called so because it had some very strong
power that could be used. The other kids laugh at him, but
the robot teacher takes this to be a command to try and find
what the super power is.
Later on that day, we see the committee of robot elders
plundering over the smartphone, with one of the robots,
robot J, saying that perhaps it was something in the content
that made them smart, and not the hardware or software
running in it. Robot Z is assigned to connect them to the
internet where they check and find that most of the material
is porn or violence, or both.
They struggle to understand what's happening and bring it to
the kids, who are shocked and blushing at what they see. But
the automatic feeding system calms everyone down and in
the next scene they are examining together in class a porn
movie from the 1970's and trying to understand the narrative.
A girl in the class says that she thinks they have to know how
it was at that time in order to reconstruct what this was all
about. The teacher hears this and again mistakes it for a
command to reconstruct the past, which he brings to the
committee.
The next day they learn about books, and are shown an
ancient library which has been carefully preserved. It is said
to be a place of holiness from former religions, and religion
along with other belief systems such as physics are briefly
explained to the class.
In the next scene, Kanokki is being bullied by his classmates.
His books are on the floor and the boy is in the garbage bin,
with his newly made glasses broken. Who's idea was this he
asks the teacher who answers: Yours. The teacher tries to
take the smartphone away from the boy but he refuses to
give it up.
Cut to the robots convention in the teacher's room. Robot J is
thinking aloud. Perhaps this is a good thing, he says. Maybe
the Smartphones were called so because they assisted in
getting over aggression, or controlling it. They decide to
continue the experiment but need to bring the human adults
up to date about what is happening at school.
Kanokki's father Sitbull, is watching a violent porn movie and
calls up the teacher saying he found a vital clue. Before
watching he had to confirm that he's an adult. But it seems
that the kids had been lying and confirming their supoosed
adulthood. The robots, upon receiving this new information,
realize that "smart" is used to teach the young ones how to
overcome obstacles. They decide to change society for the
better and the movie ends with a regular epocalipse dressup
where Kanokki and his father Sitbull are dressed in American
Indian feathers and tar stripes on their forhead and face, with
the beautiful park in background which we had been watching
throughout the movie is now being burnt down.
The End.
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Interesting idea, a group written comedy, but want
to get us started with the first joke? |
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A robot propelled itself into a bar... |
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Men Are Different
by Alan Bloch
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I'm an archaeologist, and Men are my business. Just the same, I wonder if we'll ever find out about Men - I mean
really find out what made Men different from us Robots - by digging around on the dead planets. You see, I lived with a
Man once, and I know it isn't as simple as they told us back in school.
We have a few records, of course, and Robots like me are filling in some of the gaps, but I think now that we aren't
really getting anywhere. We know, or at least the historians say we know, that Men came from a planet called Earth. We
know, too, that they rode out bravely from star to star; and wherever they stopped, they left colonies - Men, Robots, and
sometimes both - against their return. But they never came back.
Those were the shining days of the world. But are we so old now? Men had a bright flame - the old word is "divine," I
think - that flung them far across the night skies, and we have lost the strands of the web they wove.
Our scientists tell us that Men were very much like us, and the skeleton of a Man is, to be sure, almost the same as
the skeleton of a Robot, except that it's made of some calcium compound instead of titanium. Just the same, there are
other differences.
It was on my last field trip, to one of the inner planets, that I met the Man. He must have been the last Man in this
system, and he'd forgotten how to talk - he'd been alone so long. Once he learned our language we got along fine together,
and I planned to bring him back with me. Something happened to him, though.
One day, for no reason at all, he complained of the heat. I checked his temperature and decided that his thermostat
circuits were shot. I had a kit of field spares with me, and he was obviously out of order, so I went to work. I turned him
off without any trouble. I pushed the needle into his neck to operate the cut-off switch, and he stopped moving, just like a
Robot. But when I opened him up he wasn't the same inside. And when I put him back together I couldn't get him running
again. Then he sort of weathered away - and by the time I was ready to come home, about a year later, there was nothing
left of him but bones. Yes, Men are indeed different.
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First you said there were no more wars and then
you said there were warlord religions…? |
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So why would they need special training for
survival? |
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Maybe the robots got mixed up. |
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...and he'd have gotten away with it too if it weren't for you pesky kids. |
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//...and he'd have gotten away with it too if it weren't for you
pesky kids.// |
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BUT, I do remember a time when we (hb)ers did
write stories, when one person left off and then
other continued. Must have been allowed under
the guise of something else… |
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//not because of any "robotic unrest" // simple
misunderstanding of words in the way that machine
translation sometimes gets things awfully wrong// |
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So in essence it's really just the old 'grey goo' scenario
gussied up. |
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Not that that's meant as a criticism, a truly novel
idea is hard to come by these days. |
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Too many buggers that
could think came before us :) |
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Here's a story that would be pretty easy to
serialize by adding additional chapters. When
me and my cousin were about 8 years old during
Halloween we were telling scary stories to all the
other kids in the room with the lights off holding
the
flashlight under our faces. This was his story and
no, I'm not making this up. |
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"Once there was a mad head chopper. There was a
guy standing on the street corner and the chopper
CHOPPED OFF HIS HEAD! The head rolled and
rolled and rolled and rolled, it rolled by the gas
station! SHWOOOSH! It rolled and rolled and rolled
and rolled, it rolled by the grocery store!
SWOOOSH! It rolled and rolled and rolled and
rolled, it rolled by the school! SWOOSH! It rolled
and rolled and rolled and rolled it rolled onto the
freeway! SWOOSH!" |
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I don't remember where it ended up, I think I
grabbed the flashlight at some point. Although he
was just making fun of the concept of telling scary
stories, I will hand it
to him, he really acted it out with the scary voice
and saying "SWOOSH!" really loud twisting his head
as if watching the head roll by. Anyway, feel
free to continue that scary story. Pretty easy
formula to follow. |
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//I don't remember where it ended up// |
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Heyyyyyy, that's actually pretty good. |
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No, that's VERY good. You tell that story, lull
everybody into a state of comatose boredom then
yell and point "IT'S BEHIND YOU!" |
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Okay, so you wouldn't tell it the way my cousin did,
you'd whisper it. "it slowly rolled and rolled and
rolled, da-dunk-da-dunk-da-dunk... by the
graveyard... it slowly
rolled and rolled, da-dunk-da-dunk-da-dunk, onto
(whatever the name of the street is where you're
telling the
story) it rolled and
rolled... and... rolled... to... a... stop... (then
yell) DIRECTLY
BEHIND YOU!!!!!!" |
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As you said it "rolled...to...a.......stop" you'd
whisper
quieter and quieter so they could barely hear you
to draw the listener in. Then you do the screaming
in their face thing. |
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I don't think I meant what I think I meant that to mean.
(Rebbi Mendel of Trulov, the Patenkinner Rebbe) |
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I have not seen a sci-fi movie where everything goes wrong
because of a lexical misunderstanding. And that can only
happen where computer programs and bugs have been
replaced with natural language processing and polysemic (and
antisemic) words. |
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//lexical misunderstanding// |
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You mean like not knowing what lexical means? Because I did
that without needing a computer. |
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I mean like not understanding what "lexical
misunderstanding" is. |
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Taking note of Alan Bloch's story I realized that I did not
emphasize that the misunderstanding was part of the
"programming" conversation just like a bug must be a
mistake in the computer program, so even though Bloch's
story is great and original, the misunderstanding of the
word heat and the misunderstanding of the internals of the
human are not the kind of story I had in mind. |
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Alan Bloch (btw is that his pen name? couldn't find info
about an author by that name) never explains how the new
programming works with natural language. |
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Granted, I forgot to mention it in the title, thought it
obvious, which it obviously is not. The archaeologist must
tell about computer programs and how they were replaced
with us, self programming "understanding" robots that
break up the sentences into linguistic components and then
attempt at understanding them. And so we created an
atomic bomb in 2 days, when what was needed was a hot
topic bound to today's main item. |
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OK. I'll stop arguing. Bloch's heat isn't all that different and
maybe what I thought was an idea is a bit stale. I stale it
from Bloch. |
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//I mean like not understanding what "lexical
misunderstanding" is.// |
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Since I don't know what lexical means I don't understand what
a lexical misunderstanding is either. |
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//OK. I'll stop arguing.// |
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I didn't even know you were arguing. Was I arguing? I'd have to
argue that I wasn't. |
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//And that can only happen where computer programs and
bugs have been replaced with natural language
processing// |
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[I think that comment was aimed at something [doc] said
rather than my comment? but what the heck, my comment
could do with some clarification anyway] |
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Which is perforce built on top of (& by, no one 'codes'
something like this,
they design learning algorithms & set them loose) the
computer
programs, most likely through the agency of goal oriented
AI
learning reward functions, precisely the things (in
collaboration with the laws of unintended consequences)
behind most of the old standard grey goo scenarios. |
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The //computer programs and bugs// won't have been
//replaced// they'll still be very much there underneath
the new
language comprehension programs. |
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So we're
back to me saying it's essentially the old grey goo
gussied
up a bit. |
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But it was long past due a facelift & some lipstick slapped
on it
anyway :) |
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Is only difference between an idea, short story, novel and film is LOD and number of perspectives? |
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B grade movies do have a consistent following because it is really hard to make a complete stinker without a facet of appeal. |
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I think I appologized already. Checking... yup. |
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This was a very bad idea. But then you say it wasn't an idea at
all. So then it wasn't that bad, was it? |
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OK I edited the idea, hopefully turning it into one. I'll change
it's name into version II |
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I really hate science fiction stories that end with a complete reset to the old ways with nothing new retained. The good thing about a good fiction is its kernel of truth, and that kind of ending is VERY untrue. |
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