Dream posting, robots, vulgarity, ~2500 characters
Huh, I had one of those rare dreams I actually remember, last night.
In it, I was a robot in a Star Trek-ish themepark; not one of the cool exhibit robots, though, just, like, a robot janitor. So, I was doing the normal thing, cleaning up, dealing with asshole guests, feeling like something deep inside me was missing, resenting having to follow the orders of a theme park company just because they salvaged me, when something happened. It was one of those vague, "something cool happened, but I don't know what," things that happens in dreams, but it results in about a dozen people following as I decide, "No, I'm done with this shit, I don't care if the law says I'm rogue and must be destroyed, I'm leaving."
So, we march toward the gate together, I give an, "I'm leaving to find my destiny, you all should avoid following me," speech, and then I head out. As soon as I pass the gate, security forces start scrambling, to deal with the rogue robot. Meanwhile, I get, like, fifty feet out of the gate, and, suddenly outside of the massive RF interference in the park, my brain links up with the space ship in orbit I'm from; it turns out I was actually a ship's AI, and had ejected in my robot body to try to get help after an accident left the ship in a bad enough state that I couldn't fix it on my own. My pod had crashed just outside the park, and so the company that owned it was like, "Oh, free robot," when they found me mildly damaged, and grabbed me.
Anyway, as I was having this revelation, park security was just emerging into the parking lot. They were getting ready to shoot me and the people who had come with me despite me saying not to, when all of a sudden a beam of light shot down out of the sky, burning a semi-circle in the ground between my group and them. I, of course, had realized that the ship's weapons were still working. So, while the security people were still stunned from that, I got my group to run, and ran myself, while using the ship's lasers to carve, "FUCK OFF" in 20 meter, flaming letters in the parking lot, and signed it with the name they had given me, so they would know not to try to chase me.
After that, we ended up on my space ship, in another of those vague ways, and while we were working to fix it, that's when I realized what felt like it was missing all that time; a crew.
After that, things went all dreamy-incoherent, but yeah. It was an interesting dream. I don't really know why I felt like posting about it; maybe I'll pretend that one day I'll actually come back and turn it into a novel, or something.
Welp. I am now quite sick, because when I asked one of the food service folks at work whether one of the menu items contains stuff which I can't eat, rather than admitting they didn't know, they assured me it didn't. :/ After I started getting sick, I went and tracked down the manager, who confirmed that, yeah, it did.
And today in WTF California drivers, I just saw some fuck wit in a big pickup apparently trying to force a self driving car prototype to either hit him or go up onto the sidewalk by cutting it off repeatedly, while hammering on his horn and screaming out the window. Being on the piece of sidewalk he was trying to get it onto, I am not amused.
Rather feeling this comic, today. http://www.smbc-comics.com/comic/frog-prince-2
Whee, I went on craigslist, and realized two things; 1) I could *massively* decrease the budget on a furniture project I have kicking around in my head through creative material recycling, and 2) it's probably a good thing that I don't have access to a pickup truck, since I also don't have room to store and work on things like I would want to.
The most important lesson we can learn from Ghost in the Shell is to turn off your unused interfaces.
There's no reason to accept unexpected ad-hoc radio connections, parse every piece of barcode encoded data on your field of vision or process every audio data burst within earshot. That will get your cyberbrain hijacked.
An organized cyborg is a safe cyborg.
Grumbling about job interviews
Blee, the place I interviewed at on Friday decided to pass on me. When pressed for feedback, they said it came down to the in-person coding interview, which I guess makes sense. After all, my response wasn't exactly what the interviewer expected, and rote memorization of common algorithms found in basically every language's standard library is an important qualification for an SRE, right?
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