I was in a room talking to two nerdy-seeming guys in front of comptuers. One was thin, and the other had a dark curly beard and was a bit overweight. One of them held a thick magazine, with tons of equations. I motioned to him to let me see it, and he did. So I flipped through it. There were pages devoted to energy systems and others talking about software libraries.
thin guy: "How in the heck do you think you can read that without an assistant?"
me: "Uh... I don't know... I mean, are you talking about help with the content or that I'm in a fuzzy dream state? Do you have access to AI?"
fat guy: "Hm, yes. But mostly we're just kissing them right now."
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I'm not sure what that meant, but perhaps that the level of intelligence of AI was not much better than the likes of Virtual Valerie:
...interesting fact I found out after hunting down that picture. "if you reject Valerie's invitation and click on the "No" or "Huh?" buttons, your computer will reboot." Said the developer: "The forced reboots were my method of punishing the player for 'trespasses.' I tried to imagine how Valerie might slap the player's face, and a reboot was the closest approximation I could come up with."
me: "Please explain the mechanism by which we are now speaking, if you understand it."
thin guy: "No. For one reason, your whole deal is the 'murky water'--the call and lure of the unknown void. You're getting what you wanted."
me: "Well if I ever said I wanted to be a lunatic on a prehistoric planet that's spiraling out of control politically and culturally, I take it back!"
beard guy: "What is this 'other thing' you want to do so badly?"
me: "Beyond making a scientific breakthrough? Well I'd just like to have more time and tools for my projects. I want to be able to organize things. I would enjoy it more if I wasn't blocked by constraints, like if I could go to the store and just buy a bunch of things for a project and then recycle them all at the end of the day after I'd made a music video or something."
The thin guy laughed and walked over to a console, which was showing a highly pixelated game that looked a bit like Habbo Hotel:
thin guy: "Here you are! Go wild!"
me: (rolling eyes) "Look, clearly I mean to say I'd like these features but without pixelation. Just generally the phenomenology of Earth."
beard guy: "Well engineering THAT is going to take you one hell of a long time."
me: "Again, please. Tell me some of what you know that I don't know."
thin guy: "I've already explained that I won't. Moreover, because of you, it's me who is catching hell. I'm $50,000 in debt."
me: "Um, is Earth currency worth anything? I'll trade you. I just need information."
thin guy: (to beard guy) "What are Earth accounts going for?"
I followed them out of the room, as they went into a place that somehow was very much like my grandmother's kitchen as the environment destabilized.
thin guy: "Anyway, the money's not the point. The point is you've created an inconvenience for me that shouldn't have happened in the first place."
me: "This is not fair! I don't know who you are, or what you're talking about. So how can you possibly put responsibility on me for something I have lived a whole lifetime knowing NOTHING about? If I'm someone you think you know, then it's only a small aspect; why is what they do or what they did my fault?"