i’m mysterious but not on purpose. i’m just trying to leave wherever i am at all times and that makes me seem mysterious when it’s actually the behavior of like. a dumb bird
An enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in an inability to understand how exits work. A veritable turducken of inscrutability
Eris held the spark that had once been Toland like she often held the shard of Ahamkara bone: carefully, aware that each wish had its price.
“Is this the shape you wanted when you left us?” she asked softly. “Have you been exalted?”
“You are dying,” Toland said, not unkindly.
“As I have been for long years. Still, I negotiate between the Queen and the Hidden and the night sky full of swords. I ask again. Is this what you wanted?”
She could not feel the spark against her palms. Once she had held him when he was human, warm skin and beating heart. All Light-made, all stitched together in gold, of course, but more human perhaps than either of them were now. Or had she become moreso as he became a ghost?
“I have learned the song. I have learned that the singers were mere servants. But now …” Toland’s echoing voice trailed away.
“You fear you have become a servant yourself,” Eris said.
“Oh, to glory in the possibility! To serve the ancient queen … but. Yes. As usual, you are right about the action. The true trouble is, merely … I fear.”
As usual, Eris thought, our truths emerge splintered. She could not soothe mad fears, did not want to.
“I will not ask you to sing to other worlds with me again,” Toland said.
“It has been long, strange years. Sometimes I feel I have become the song,” she said, and bowed her head.
“Lucky squanderer,” Toland said. Static prickled against her mouth. She shook her head and let him sit close, and the warmth was almost human, the embrace almost tangible. All truths, splintered and mild and second-hand.
When she left she felt energized, not as if anything had been squandered at all, and she carried that energy to her secret work, and she carried Savathun’s death in her pocket.
Sometimes it blows my mind that there are people that don’t wear glasses/contacts. Like they can literally see with no aid. Like they wake up and just be out here seeing. What a wild concept.
And people say stuff like ‘lol don’t you hate it when you look up in the middle of the night and see a spider on your ceiling’ like bitch (!!) i could have Nicholas II last czar of Russia hangin from my ceiling fan and i would be none the wiser
a bad and naughty captain who did not want his picture taken, to that i say, TOO BAD!!!! its picture day!!!!
I’m not dead, I promise, my queue just ran out orz
I think I mentioned this already but I’m going to keep this tumblr up and occasionally reblog things, but will probably not post any art here anymore. I’ll be posting on Twitter for now and if/when I get a Mastadon/Pillowfort/some other social media more suited for art I’ll leave a note here (feel free to unfollow if you want to)! I think I’ll keep poking my head back in here every once in a while tho… there are so many great artists and writers here that I want to keep track of, ilu all T-T
My favorite thing about the new year is that everyone has entered 2019 ready to start swinging at the first thing that moves. We’re all out here, not taking any shit, ready to fight, beautiful
It’s like none of this “have a good year!” Shit, everyone is just like “you better make it a good year or else” and honestly that’s powerful. We’re all really out here ready to punch 2019 in the throat, iconic
so you know how deep learning & neural network “AI training” is like, “here’s a task, and by trying billions of times the computer will eventually find the best way to achieve that task” ?
Someone is compiling a document of every time an AI ended up achieving the programmed goal in unintended ways, instead of what was actually meant, and it’s an amazing read. (you can also submit your own examples)
Creatures bred for speed grow really tall and generate high velocities by falling over
When repairing a sorting program, genetic debugging algorithm GenProg made it output an empty list, which was considered a sorted list by the evaluation metric.
Evaluation metric: “the output of sort is in sorted order” Solution: “always output the empty set”
Evolved player makes invalid moves far away in the board, causing opponent players to run out of memory and crash
Reward-shaping a soccer robot for touching the ball caused it to learn to get to the ball and vibrate touching it as fast as possible
RL agent that is allowed to modify its own body learns to have extremely long legs that allow it to fall forward and reach the goal.
Just want to come back to this post and add this amazing example as well
