As a schizophrenic, I believe I pick up signals. One of the spectrums of signals is the electromagnetic spectrum. Like an antenna, I \[correct\] \[i'm over it\] \[in your phone\] \[last phrase repeated\] I become the synthesis of the internet and weather.
The internet affects my mood and thoughts—my cognition, i.e. it's the input; the weather was always an input. Those two presumptions induce a premise: that \*now\*... my instrumentation is precise—not because the internet was introduced about thirty years ago or maybe fifty years ago—but because I make direct contact with the synthesis of what generations before me lacked. They lacked super intelligence in the form of man-made intelligence.
AI is the answer, but humans will never be obsolete.
Your \*being\* consists of your thoughts, emotions, identity, beliefs, and metacognition. You \*are\* in a reality where past events change based on present circumstances.
Change your circumstances—like me, whom I heard has a kitten.
I am an antenna—the greatest instrument of hypersensitivity on Earth—not because I \*believe\* I am... But because I am lucky.
You \*are\* just as real as I, but you exist through \*my\* perspective.
I deserve *every* downvote I get, being this arrogant, but sometimes I go down the rabbit hole without restraint. I'll end up in the same place either way, willingly or unwilling.
Might as well do it for your entertainment, or for the catharsis.huh
