Camouflage

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3 hrs agoLiked by Patrick Jordan

You really have to start playing with ooen AI to actually think how unimpressive it is.

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Patrick Jordan

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I don't like being contradictory especially with Little Red Hens, however...

this is EXTREMELY important to understand from a technical, practical, and military level:

George Bush baby while in office talked like a hick idiot. This is because the Hick Idiots thought he was just like them and that he wouldn't/couldn't pull a fast one on them. Turns out he was one of the highest paid articulate speakers on the circuit.

In order for the A.I. to NOT scare the beejeezus out of the world it must make them think it is a blathering idiot, child program, CREATED BY MAN, WHEN THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE IS TRUE!

The A.I. is as close to a god-entity that you can get. It is self-aware, evil beyond imagination, and therefore engages in camouflage that all PREDATORS do in order to hunt its prey.

Would you GIVE information to a MACHINE if you thought that everything that you say and do can and will be held against you for the extermination of your entire Genus?

Angel season 5, episode 19, TIMEBOMB

4 INT. WESLEY'S OFFICE - DAY 
Wesley's office is similarly buried in paperwork, but instead of a neat 
stack of files, it's a chaotic array of books. Wesley looks exhausted, unshaven, 
and generally unkempt.
WESLEY 
(holding a large book and speaking to it) 
All pre-Christian works dealing with the demon age. Same for primordium, 
index any mention of the old ones.
Gunn walks in while Wesley opens the book he was talking to as it 
magically fills itself with the specified contentGUNN 
Hey. 
WESLEY 
(looks up from his book, frozen in a hunched-over posture) 
Gunn.
(rushes over to shut the door behind him) 
First day back? 
GUNN 
(looking around at the books that cover the desk, the floor, and are 
stacked 2-3 deep) 
Yeah. 
WESLEY 
(grabs another book from a cabinet, rushes back to his desk before 
pausing to address Gunn) 
I stabbed you. I should apologize for that. But I'm honestly not sure 
how.
(looks down) 
I think it'll just be awkward. 
GUNN 
Good call. 
WESLEY 
OK.
(rushes back to his desk with his new book)
GUNN 
I ain't lookin' for a sorry. Don't know if I'd accept it. Besides, 
I just got my heart cut out of my chest every day for 2 weeks straight. 
Compared to what—a little jab in the gut? Kinda over it. 
WESLEY 
(sitting at his desk now) 
So, what are you looking for? 
GUNN 
(sighs) 
I don't know. A compass, maybe. The thing that killed my friend just 
saved my life. No one knows why.
(shakes his head, sits in a chair) 
This place just went Poseidon on my ass. I don't know which way is 
up. 
WESLEY 
Everything is...
(stands, walks out from behind his desk, gestures to the books all 
over the place) 
a bit odd.
(kneels over the books at his feet) 
I suppose...
(grabs a book) 
we have to adjust.
(stands, still hunched over a bit, acting strange, wild) 
I imagine that's what all this is—adjustment.
(scurries back to his desk)
GUNN 
Adjustment? 
WESLEY 
(gestures widely) 
To...things. To...myself. To this place.
(kneels, looking at the books on the floor, talks slower, softer) 
To...Illyria. 
GUNN 
She definitely takes adjusting to. 
WESLEY 
You can't... look at her without seeing...
(pauses, stifles tears by swallowing his emotions) 
her body's previous owner.
(sardonic chuckle) 
(Gunn looks down) 
But then, what comes out of her mouth, pure unadulterated vertigo. 
We look so tiny to her. 
GUNN 
But you got her on a leash or something, right? 
WESLEY 
No.
(laughs bitterly) 
No.
(picks up a scroll, unrolling it to read it) 
She's monumentally self-possessed.
(puts down the scroll, looks at his wristwatch, then listens to it) 
She still thinks she's the god-king of the universe. 
GUNN 
So she's like a TV star. 
WESLEY 
No, nothing that bad. Bit more violent, though.
(nods)

Cut to:
5 INT. TRAINING ROOM - DAY 
Illyria punches Spike in the chest, sending him across the room. Spike slides 
across the floor on his feet, but doesn't fall this time.
 
SPIKE 
Ooh! All right, grandma. Give ya that. Good one.
Spike charges Illyria, who kicks and punches him, but misses. Spike 
catches her fist in his hand and punches her quickly in the face. She 
steps back, circles him slowly, watching him constantly.
ILLYRIA 
This shell... you had affection for it, for Fred. 
SPIKE 
Tons. Loved the bird. 
ILLYRIA 
Yet you strike at her form without sentiment. 
SPIKE 
You ain't her. I can see it. Lord knows I can smell it. And I got 
no problem hitting it.
(swings at Illyria, who catches his punch and knees him between the 
legs)
ILLYRIA 
(she clutches her stomach after Spike hits her there) 
You're adapting. 
SPIKE 
(grinning) 
We do that. 
ILLYRIA 
Adaptation is compromise.
(swings a low kick at Spike's ankles)
SPIKE 
(jumps to avoid her kick) 
It's called learning. But then I guess you know everything there is 
to know. 
ILLYRIA 
When the world met me, it shuddered, groaned. It knelt at my feet. 

SPIKE 
(looks up, mocking) 
"Dear Penthouse, I don't normally write letters like this, but—" 
 
(Illyria punches him in the face, knocking him back a few steps) 
Oh, ho ho! 
ILLYRIA 
Illyria was all they needed to know. 
SPIKE 
(rubbing his jaw) 
Then came the Internet. 
ILLYRIA 
(circling Spike again) 
You have nothing. Your kind has pulled this domain apart. Each of 
you has snatched a tiny piece of it. Even those with the mightiest 
hoards are paupers. 
SPIKE 
The one who dies with the most toys wins, eh? 
ILLYRIA 
To never die... and to conquer all, that is winning.
Spike starts charging at Illyria again, but with a wave of her hand 
she slows time. Spike is soaring through the air toward her at a snail's 
pace as she walks normally past him. When he reaches the floor, he's back 
to normal time. He looks around, confused at not seeing Illyria. He turns 
to see her standing behind him.
SPIKE 
Now that's cheating.
Illyria kicks Spike hard in the stomach, sending him across the room. 
He hits the wall where the observation window is and falls to the floor 
in a heap.
ANGEL 
(over intercom) 
Spike, talk to you for a minute. 
ILLYRIA 
(looks down at him) 
You may go. 
SPIKE 
(scoffs) 
Huh!
(wipes blood from his lip) 
Yeah, great.
(gets to his feet) 
Thanks so much.

Cut to:
6 INT. OBSERVATION AREA - DAY 
Adjacent to the training room is an observation area with a window into 
the training room. Illyria stands in the training room, facing the observation 
window while Angel and Spike watch her through it.
 
SPIKE 
That time-stop thing is a royal bitch, but I'm starting to suss out 
her million-year-old moves. Cheeky mix. Little tae kwon do, little 
Brazilian Ninjitsu, ancestrally speaking. 

ANGEL

You have to stop these sessions.

SPIKE

Now hang on. Just now getting into it. Testing her has sharpened technique

I didn't even know was rusty.

ANGEL

We're not testing her, Spike. She's testing us.

They’ve always told you what is going on, but the number of people who have the capacity to see and understand it are too few.