My wife couldn't be replaced.
I knew that. Everyone who lost someone knew that what remained wasn't the same as what had been there before, but it was something, right? For all the progress Humanity had made, it still hadn't solved death. Hadn't figured out how to prevent someone from going before it was their time.
Am I bitter?
Yeah, you can say that. How can you not take on a bit of jade when something senseless happens? There hadn't been a murder in Greater Dakota in a decade before what happened to Lissa. Some non-conformed had slipped their asylum and my wife was the collateral damage.
Oh, there was a big investigation. Some mid-level bureaucrat that had probably never even seen the asylum got hung out to dry and everyone else when on with their lives.
Not Lissa though.
And not me.
They scraped what they could off the grey residue, but it wasn't enough to build the full model. The state chipped in for a rebuild as part of my "bereavement compensation" and put some scan jockeys on trying to bridge between Lissa's last scan and what was left of her after the Non-Con got a hold of her. Said it wasn't perfect, particularly since Lissa hated the scans and it'd been a full ten years since her last one, but they thought it'd be enough for me to have a piece of her.
So they went Dr. Frankenstein and created their monster, uploading the hybrid scan into a Model XBS-2301a and sent me on my way.
I didn't even had the heart to turn it on for the first month. But you get lonely when you're not used to being alone. Get even lonelier when you didn't get the chance to say good bye. So I did what I said I wouldn't do and flipped the switch.
The XBS is top of the line, another little bereavement perk from Uncle Sam. Way outside of my bank roll. When it went green, all the bells and whistles started coming on. The plastimold body, started to assemble itself, taking on the self-image from the scanned.
I could only stare. I knew it wasn't real, but it's hard not to feel it is, right? Just because your brain knows something doesn't mean your heart does. They're connected but they're marching to their own tune.
"Lissa?" I whispered as the face appeared. It was a bit off. A mix of who she was the day she died and who she was ten years ago. The hair was brown with mottled grey. The face unevenly wrinkled. I could point out a thousand other things that were off, but they didn't matter. It felt like she was there. The way she looked... keep reading on reddit ➡
Or even the brain itself. Do you think it would be possible to extract information, knowledge, memories of that person without actually "running" a mind simulation?
Would some sort of partial simulation be enough? What kind of data would be impossible to get without essentially instantiating a sentient being?
Thought a good start would be;
-Door camera and window sensors? -Smart lock? -Smart thermostat?
The cold temperatures would need to be accounted for
Thank you !
I know there's a tendency amongst the LGBT+ community to claim every LGBT+ person as "one of us" and held up to be admired for their success in life, but we should warn younger people that just because someone is part of the community through something they didn't have a choice in gender or sexuality-wise, it doesn't equate being someone we should admire.
There's been transgender mass killers (Randy Staire), gay serial killers (Jeffrey Dahmer) and gay pro-contact pedophiles (Allen Ginsburg).
It's very interesting how seemingly often people are identified as being LGBT+, but it should be their actions we admire and not their predetermined sexual orientation/gender identity.
“Eve? Sweetheart, are you in here?” The house was quiet when Henry got home that night, not even the comforting mechanical whir of her servos to be heard. It scared him, for more reasons than he knew how to reckon with in that moment.
“Eve?” he called out again. No answer. With a quick hand gesture he activated the house interface, its light blue, semi transparent UI sliding down across his retinal implants. He navigated with glances, passed the untripped burglar alarms and the refrigerator stock interface until he found the power distribution charts.
There was an energy spike on the back porch, something was pulling off the wireless grid there. Henry sprinted through the house, his instincts gone haywire, his worry spiking just like it had a year ago when he’d walked outside and felt as broken as her little body had been.
She sat in her favorite seat, a wooden lawn chair that he’d reinforced himself to hold up her new mechanical frame. She didn’t move, there was no sound, but the air crackled with energy, and his AR chip read its frequency instantly. When someone knew an AI well enough its emotions could be read in such things, even if they were primitive. Henry had made knowing her his mission ever since she’d been born, a little thing like death wasn’t going to stuff that.
“Eve, there you are!”
Her head finally turned at his voice, the servos cutting through the early summer buzz of insects like a chainsaw.
“Hey dad,” she said. There was no inflection, he hadn’t been able to afford a model that could communicate feelings to tone well enough. Not with funeral expenses and the divorce. He was saving up though, every penny went to it now, in the meantime her only self expression came in the form of volume, and she words were said whisper soft.
“What’s wrong? I got scared when you didn’t answer.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “Today was hard.” They’d all been hard, but such things didn’t need to be said.
Henry sat beside her, pulling over a chair. He didn’t break the silence, instead he shared it, hoping to shoulder some of the burden but knowing he never really could. There was a pond in the distance, he heard frogs croaking there.
“Dad, do I still have birthdays like this?”
Henry blinked hard, startled. In all the furor of the last year he’d never even thought of that. “Of course you still have birthdays! You turn twelve in two weeks and don’t think I forgot about it!” His AR noted a frequency change. He’d come to associate that one with a bittersweet... keep reading on reddit ➡
CSGO and Half-Life players will know what I’m talking about here.
I’m new to Unity, and I’m trying to make a game with a first person character. However, being the special quirky snowflake I am, I want to be able to look down and see my legs. I also want hands to be in the camera when walking, if possible.
Any help would be greatly appreciated!
As said in the title, I want to be good role model or at the very least have better relationship with my younger cousin. To put it simply, my cousin is basically barely anybody wants, doesn't mean he is unwanted but nobody wants to take care of him. Not dwelling on the drama, but basically it was an marital affair. After a while, the mother had a new boyfriend. However, the new boyfriend's father doesn't want any child that not related to the father, so he allowed one child but not the cousin. So, after a while, the cousin's grandmother took care of him but she didn't want him later on, so the cousin was ping pong around our relatives babysitting him until he landed our house.
My mom took him, while the mother work at her job. However, none of my siblings and I didn't want him. We found him to be annoying and want him to get out. He cries a lot and was horrible to take care of. All of us were pretty stress and on bad terms for a while (we're in a better terms now), and he was extra burden, so we didn't like him while being curious until finally he went to another relative. However, after a while I began thinking on my past actions, I kinda feel horrible for not being a better person. I kinda feel bad for taking out my stress on him while he was just being a curious kid and was in a crisis too.
So, if I ever meet him, I want to be a better role model and try to understand or have better relationship with him. I am trying to learn Spanish at least conversationally as he only speaks Spanish. I am not good at talking to people and prefer to be alone but I have some interests in hobbies I can talk to him about like the trombone, or talk about science topics.
I want some advice to be at least a better role model for him, or the very least try to give him someone he can talk too, if I ever meet him again?
I would appreciate it if someone could help me identify the make and model of the moving vehicle in the street that the thief drove away with.
Please watch the video on YouTube that shows the vehicle going around in the street, it’s not the vehicle in the driveway as some of the comments have answered.
Title says it all. Thanks!
Title pretty much says it all. Thanks for any help<3
I'm a complete noobie. The only blender tutorial I've completed is the donut tutorial by Blender Guru. After I've completed it I thought to myself, "Man, that was really cool, I wonder what other tutorials people are doing". And then I stumbled upon the ice cream tutorial by CG Geek.
The cone seemed very simple, I'm sure i could've made it on my own by using a reference. That gave me a false sense of confidence and I thought, "The soft serve part can't be THAT hard, can it?"
It was hard.
The bezier curves are an absolute PAIN IN THE ASS when it comes to adjusting every tiny little detail on your own. I know you can use the Add Curve: Extra Objects addon to add a computer generated spiral but even then it doesn't save you from manual adjusting of the point at the bottom and the top. Every little adjustment makes the mesh look like an absolute torture to look at. At that point I thought, "Man, am I worse than an average beginner?"
My question is: do you think an average beginner can complete this tutorial and why you think so? If you were a beginner who started with this tutorial, I beg you: teach me. I have no idea what to do and, most importantly, how.
I hope this post doesn't sound too whiny (my apologies if it does) but I'm genuinely stuck and I want to keep moving forward.
You better be really young, or really old