Timeline for Short story where humans perform fake tasks for AI
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| Feb 1, 2023 at 13:14 | history | edited | CommunityBot |
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| Feb 1, 2021 at 3:57 | comment | added | Eric L. | Ah! Yes! That didn't show up in the list of short stories of his that I was skimming. Thank you so much. Geez, that scene is even better than I remembered. Thanks, Clara and Hypnosifl. | |
| Feb 1, 2021 at 3:53 | vote | accept | Eric L. | ||
| Jan 30, 2021 at 21:34 | comment | added | davidbak | Hmm. I'd muchly prefer to live in this world than with Williamson's Humanoids. And BTW, I'm with Cypher on this: Ignorance Is Bliss. | |
| Jan 30, 2021 at 18:42 | history | edited | Clara Díaz Sanchez | CC BY-SA 4.0 |
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| Jan 30, 2021 at 18:33 | history | edited | Clara Díaz Sanchez | CC BY-SA 4.0 |
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| Jan 30, 2021 at 18:28 | comment | added | David Tonhofer | I guess only a Butlerian Jihad will make this ending un-reality (unless civilization crashes earlier; at this point it can go either way). Hmmm.. Greg Egan's collection "Instantiation" with that story is still sitting on my shelf. Too busy. | |
| Jan 30, 2021 at 18:23 | comment | added | Clara Díaz Sanchez | @Hypnosifl That's a scene that completely escaped my memory. Thanks, that means "The Discrete Charm...." is a perfect fit. | |
| Jan 30, 2021 at 18:17 | comment | added | Hypnosifl | appearing from nowhere in a designer hoodie to snatch up their prized fetish-dessert and dash from the carpark to a limousine waiting on the street. Perhaps a whole convoy of limousines, with decoys to render pursuit impossible. But then some hidden mechanism gave the box a push and it toppled in to join the chicken bones and greasy napkins." | |
| Jan 30, 2021 at 18:17 | comment | added | Hypnosifl | The cake does end up in a dumpster: "The van stopped beside a dumpster. The lid was propped up, angled low enough to keep out the elements but still leaving an opening at the side so large that all but the most uncoordinated members of the public who lobbed their trash in as they drove past would stand a good chance of succeeding. The hatch opened at the side of the van, and Graham’s pristine white box emerged, riding on a gleaming stainless steel plate. When the platform was fully extended the box sat motionless, and Dan clung for a moment to a vision of the rightful recipient, | |
| Jan 30, 2021 at 18:03 | history | answered | Clara Díaz Sanchez | CC BY-SA 4.0 |