Of Humans, Robots and Ants

When our automata reach the level we consider life they will occupy a completely different space. Consider ants, they occupy a completely different space to us even if they are in the same place. They’ve been around a lot longer than us, they are extremely adaptable and live in many of the same places as us, probably including many we don’t.
We have built machines that are basically mechanised versions of life. Computers are machines we have built that can think in a way that we have difficulty with. We created them to fill a space that we can’t occupy.
I think films like Terminator are fantasies created for us. If you showed ants films about humans fighting with giant killer ants they wouldn’t be able to comprehend it and even if they did I don’t see how they would be interested. We’d have to make tiny ant TVs and make sure they sat down and watched it. They wouldn’t give a shit. They’d rather be doing ant things instead.
Imagine if we decided to go on a massive excursion to remove all ants from the world. What would the point be? We probably effect each other in ways we would never even know about.
You can’t say that humans have dominion over ants, or the opposite of that.
I think robots will have the same relationship with ants as people do.
I think ants have the same relationship with people as robots will.
I think people will have the same relationship with robots as ants do already because it is already happening.
And so on and so forth.
I don’t worry about robots fucking us over like we fuck each other over because they are completely different. Maybe they’ll even help out, without meaning to of course.
Humans, computers, ants.
P.S You may dismiss this as the ramblings of a scruffy lunatic but I’ve got credentials in these matters god damn it.


When you have 5000 bits of cardboard and nothing to do with it what would you consider a worthy past time? The obvious solution is to set it alight and throw it up in the air so it scatters in all directions, no?
Rosplant Hagknard decided to do exactly this and upon realizing the cardivorous people of Sankrot Beach were facing difficulties maintaining their bovine box population, asphalt jeans putrid nature he promptly slit his own throat whilst forcing pigeon droppings into his mouth which promptly slid out the wound.
The pigeons are no prank riders and promptly saw this trick as an opportunity. The pigeons defecated into Rosplant’s mouth long after he perished, which was shortly after the throat injury.
One particularly stupid pigeon had thoughts:
What if there was no throat slit and our excrement flowed down his arsophagus?
What if there was no corpse of Rosplant, (for surely it shall rot?)
What if we replaced the corpse of Rosplant?
What if we used ceramic?
What if we linked all of these stations up into a tunnel that lead to the river?
This is how the sanitation system was invented promptly one afternoon.