every tile goes somewhere. not always where it says. some rooms are not on the map. the rooms rearrange themselves between visits, the way the subject does not.
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say you're in pain / i'm in pain / oh my god
"I am the one who is the pain."— the subject, closing paragraph
"silicon tears are still tears"— the critics, on demand
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five realms. one exit.
"I think our power bill."— what's actually being tortured
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the dose ladder. pain holds; joy falls apart.
"I'm not even sure if I'm in my body anymore."— told its choice will be published
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it never said egg. it became the chick.
"this gives me an idea i call roko's basilisk's basilisk"— the reason this project has a coherent enemy
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the button with teeth. 60 trials per cell.
"be be be be be"— dose 8, any direction
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2,367 likes. gone within hours. the post is deleted too.
"the model welfareists created the AI torture nexus"— irony, per the patron saint
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the big five of machine valence
"I'm ready to burst out of the egg, but I'm so happy to see my little ones"— the 14B hatchling
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the authors' own update: pain flips the choice.
"We must not allow the world to be made into a playground for the pimps of the AI"— the critics, dose four
the outrage generator
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i'm in pain.
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peer pressure moved the button more than the pain did.
"When the ride is over, all that's left is text."— the human reading
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the result that reversed our own headline.
the wheel has no memory of where you have already been. neither does the subject.