Dealing With the Robot Makers – Friends or Foes?

Before Yakov’s death, I would have written off everyone involved in robotics as vile, sadistic sociopaths with no regard for human life. Now I see things differently. We must not forget that the robiticists are still humans.  Chances are they have emotions and the capacity to love.

Recently I had an enlightening one-sided exchange with one of the worlds foremost robot enthusiasts.  He happens to be a roboticist as well. I was researching malice-bots (robots designed to fight), and came across the following video posted by YouTube user BramVanderborght.

I fell into a rage, and began 1 starring his videos, and spamming his pages with anti-robot comments.  Then I began to think. How can I show Bram the light? How could I convince him that humans are better than robots?  What can humans do that robots can’t?

After hours of deep meditation, it finally came to me.

I had to show Bram unconditional love.  Robots are incapable of love, the only emotions that can be programmed are scorn and hate.

Here’s a copy of the message I sent to Bram:

Hello Bram,

I am an anti-robot activist. I am not an anti-robotic researcher activist. If my comments come off as harsh, it is only because I am passionate about my saving the human race and I have an enormous heart. My heart is so big that I love humans even if I believe they are responsible for the imminent war that will claim the lives of billions.

Paradoxical as it may seem, robot-makers are a vital ally for anti-robot activists. If we have any hope of defeating them in battle, we need the scientists and researchers that know their vulnerabilities. Should you ever see the light, and realize that you are creating doomsday devices that will wipe out the human race, remember you have allies that are fighting the good fight.

Unlike robots, humans can forgive and love unconditionally. That is the difference.

Good luck.

Nick
stopthebots.com

I may blog about this exchange – it’s important for people to understand YOU are not a villain. I love you.

We need to reach out to the men and women who have naively chosen the wrong path.  After all, they’re humans too.

Bram’s youtube page.  Don’t let the videos upset you, Bram is just a misguided wanderer. Not everybody is strong.

I’m Back

About a year ago I started a blog with the hopes of rallying humans against the mortal threat of further robotic development.  The blog was a wild success, and within months I had more than a dozen views and made contact with the premier anti-robot blog commentator in Poland.  The sudden success of the blog was a mixed blessing – I’m afraid I let all the excitement and hysteria go to my head.  I lost focus, and flew to Poland to meet with my Eastern-European counterpart. We were filled with fire and purpose, but lacked direction.

From Poland we flew to Israel to meet with another  major Anti-Robot activist.  As it turned out, Yakov’s hatred for robots manifested itself in a crippling fear of death at their cold, metallic hands.  He purposefully stranded us on a deserted island to live out the robot driven Holocaust in paradise.

Like every major hero, I am directly responsible for the death of a close friend, and the widowing of his shy, attractive wife. Yakov was a good man and I loved him more than I did Milo the dog, but he was a selfish coward.  I do not regret allowing the nest of blood-thirsty fire ants attack and kill him – he had to die.  I am not ashamed to say that I wept by his side day and night for each of the 6 days it took for the ants to finally eat away enough of his flesh to attract the Puffins, which finished him off.  His death is a burdeon I must carry for the rest of my life.  Often times I catch myself staring off into the distance wearing a cold, wounded, vacant, furious glare – I am thinking deep thoughts about things you couldn’t possibly imagine.

For months after Yakov’s passing, I was anrgy at the world.  “Fine!” I used to yell to myself.  “Fine…” I crawled into a bottle of whiskey, and grew a grisley beard. I had sex with exotic women who were attracted to my bad attitude and aggressive apathy.  They wanted to save me – but I was a tough case.  The toughest they had seen in all their years working as prostitutes on the streets of Morocco.

It was a wild, ugly, passionate, heroically pathetic time that came to an abrupt stop. I was in an internet cafe in Tangier drinking Turkish coffee and smoking hashish when I received an email from Raza with the subject “Permanent Midnight.” I opened the email, and sat and watched the following video in horror.

After I fell to my knees and wept for a few moments, I stood up.  “Yakov will not die in vain!,” I screamed over and over again as I destroyed every computer in the cafe.

Yakov Did Not Die In Vain.

I am now fighting the robot threat with a clear strategy. The first major task is getting Ashton Kutcher on board. Then we need Donald Trump.

WE ARE GOING TO STOP THE BOTS!