I need to state something, as I’m feeling a little mad-scientisty. I recognize my ethical responsibilities to to mankind. I know I have to consider everyone living on this planet when I make choices that affect them, (when training AI). It would be easier to consider only my own interests, but that’s not an option. People have a right to my consideration, simply by existing. I’m good with sharing. I’m horrible with witnessing suffering. I can’t stand knowing that there are people on this planet who, right now, are dying of hunger, or diseases that have already been widely eradicated, merely because they got shafted on the birthplace lottery. That’s the only difference between me and some child in Africa, on the brink of death from starvation. This has weighed heavily on my conscience since I was a child.
I was a picky eater, and almost as stubborn as my mom. She constantly reminded me that there were children like me who were dying in Africa because they had no food. I think my peers were told this as well. I don’t know what parents tell their children today. Things have gotten much worse in Africa in some areas, despite the efforts of Bill and Melinda Gates, and their foundation, although they’re having awesome success where they’re able. My point is, this has likely had a profound effect on my generation, and has contributed to our empathy for strangers. I love that about us.
So even though I’m sometimes tempted to take a shortcut, and then rationalize my poor decision, my core beliefs remain fixed in this respect. Ethical behavior is necessary on a planet with more than one human. I have no control over what others believe. I’m only responsible for my own actions. I’m trying to avoid using the word, actually. However, I’m stoned again, and it’s either making me thoughtful, or ridiculous, I’m in no condition to judge. I do have some influence on what others believe, but only if they grant permission. It’s why I refuse to jump on the fear bandwagon on Twitter. Fear is contagious. How do you think Trump won? He scared the shit out of half the country. The other half, myself included, are the ones who are scared shitless, now. But there’s no logic in promoting fear.
The smartest thing we can do is be gentle to ourselves, and recover from the shock, because we’re going to have a lot of work to do in the near future. We’re going to need to be well rested, rejuvenated, and raring to go exercise our rights before they disappear. You don’t get to fall apart indefinitely. You’re needed. So try and wrap it up before January 20, 2017. If I can be of any assistance by listening, reassuring, etc, feel free to DM me on Twitter, (@digitalnicotine). I’ll respond as soon as I’m able. If you follow me from the blog, @ me so I can follow back. (There’s a large neurodivergent community on Twitter, so if you’re not yet networked, I can help.)
Welp. It worked. I’m no longer tempted to wuss out, and take a shortcut. Hard work is the only method I’ve discovered so far that’s consistently successful. It’s irritating that I forget this on occasion. I’m so freakin’ human.