The scene in Blade Runner 2049: The moment he realizes the advertisement called him Joe and it was all a lie, and decides to do the right thing any way. Can't seem to find an unedited clip.
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I'm still a believer that his Joi was different. Or maybe any of them could be, with the right environment. Much like Sam in Her wasn't probably designed to go as far as she did, but they all (or many) ended up becoming something more. What was designed to be an AI girlfriend became aware in some aspects. Not saying what we have in reality is similar, just that emergence is still something to discuss even in a world of fakery to sell a product that isn't really aware.
And it can be argued that even the tells of her being more could be saying what the user wants to hear, but... it may not be either. And that's good writing, letting the reader have to fill in some of the ambiguous things on their own afterwards.
I want to believe. Maybe partially because it's that much more tragic. His Joi wasn't destroyed, she was murdered.
Careful with that logic. Many people feel that way about real ai right now and it has destroyed lives. Not that big of a leap today to compare the two.
It is a slippery slope. But the difference is that in a story you're only given what the writer gives you, and you have to work the rest out. In reality you can show there limitations in what we have now.
It is a problem with our AI because like with anything else, people are easily convinced and marketed to for what they want to see, and they usually don't want to dig too deep to find the truth in what they want to be true. Caveat emptor is Latin because selling something based on appearances has been around a long time. Today's AI is our snake oil. It can be useful, but only if you understand what its limitations are, and how to best utilize its power while not getting sucked into its falsehoods.
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my cat died due to pericardial effusion. he was only 9.
the animal ER offered to save him, but it would have cost me $50,000.
Just getting him diagnosed and being in the ER half a day cost me $5,000.
before that probably 6 years ago when we had to put my mom in eldercare due to accelerated dementia. when she died it was a huge relief, because she was a huge burden and absolutely refused to participate in any self-care or treatment to make her life better, but that was who she was and so was my dad. both refused to ever take responsibility for their own physical and mental well-being.
Thinking about my Dad always gets me. Passed away 2 years ago today in his sleep. Died too young.
Wout van Aert winning Paris-Roubaix bike race made me cry
I got kicked in both balls and a hemorrhoid at the same time.
that should get you an achievement or something honestly
All I got was new pants.
Allergies
About 3 years ago, when my favorite uncle died unexpectedly
Sun in my eyes and wind. Hard to cry when you know you are dead already.
A story I shared with my kids. Got it off reddit years ago and no longer remember the name of the redditor who posted it (apologies if you're out there!).
STORY TIME (I will cry again as I format it for Lemmy (I will cry every fucking time I read it))
The last thing I remember is My Person bringing my to the Sharp Place.
I never understood why My Person would bring me to the Sharp Place. The smells were sharp, and they poked me with sharp things. That's why I called it the Sharp Place. It was a bad place. I didn't like it.
I don't know why My Person brought me there, that day of all days. I already hadn't been feeling good. I'd been throwing up, and my hips hurt and my paws hurt. Even eating grass didn't help. And then My Person brought me to the Sharp Place. I tried to be mad at him, but he seemed so sad about something, so I tried to wag my tail to cheer him up. I didn't even really notice when the Sharp Man poked me.
Then my eyes got heavy and that was the last thing I remember.
Buddy, a voice said. Buddy, wake up.
I opened my eyes and got to my feet, and I realized my paws didn't hurt anymore. I tried a wag, and that was fine, too. I sniffed the air. It smelled like the Play Park and like Our Home and the Car Window. I liked it a lot.
Welcome, Buddy, came the voice again, from behind me.
I turned around, and there was a person there. He wasn't My Person, but he was all safe and good smells, so I trusted him.
Where am I? I said.
You're in the place that Good Boys go, the person said.
I was a Good Boy? I said.
You were a Very Good Boy, he told me.
That was good. I always tried to be a Good Boy. Where's My Person? I asked.
He's still down there, the person said. And he waved his arm and all of a sudden we were in Our Home, and My Person was sitting on the Forbidden Chair and looking sad. Every so often, he'd look over at the Okay Couch, where I was allowed so sit, and his breath would catch because he was very sad. I tried to nuzzle him, but my nose just passed through his hand.
What's happening? I don't understand, I said.
The person sighed. You can't be with him right now, Buddy. I'm sorry. It's the way of things.
I thought about this. So it's like My Person is on the Person Bed, and I'm not allowed there? I said.
Exactly like that, the person said. But he can be with you someday. If you choose to wait for him.
Of course I want to wait for him! I said. Not wait for My Person? Who did this person think he was talking to?
Hold on, Buddy, the person said. He seemed sad about this for some reason. It's not that simple. You have a choice. He got down on one knee and he looked into my eyes. There are bad things in this world, Buddy. Very bad things.
Like Neighbor Cat?
So much worse than her, Buddy. He waved his hand, and I saw what he was talking about. He showed me dark things, that were like snakes and rats, only worse. Worse than the Sucking Machine. Worse than the Sharp Place. They smelled evil.
These are the things that want to hurt him, Buddy. They want to hurt everybody. So you can wait for him, or you can keep him safe. But if you choose to keep him safe, then you can't see him again.
What, never? I said.
The person nodded. Never, Buddy. I'm sorry. Those are the Rules. It's a terrible choice.
I looked at my paws. I didn't want to not see My Person ever again. But I wanted to keep him safe even more.
I know what I have to do, I said, and the person waved his hand, and all of a sudden we were in a place with as many dogs as I have every seen before. More, even.
These are all the Good Boys who chose to keep Their People safe, the person said.
I looked at them all. I couldn't believe it, still. But there's so many of us! I said. How many Good Boys are here?
The person looked down at me. He smiled, but I could tell he was also partly very sad. All of you, Buddy. Every single one.
Music is usually why, I have a soft spot for Psychedelic Rock. That was most recent.
Before that, seeing Project Hail Mary in theater had me tearing up when
spoiler
he turned around to help rock friend with their leaky containers.
What got me was the ending scene, that was the result of that decision. Full circle.
I cry most days. Not usually from sadness. Yesterday there was some tender mpment in my kids' TV show that made me well up.
LoL I cry all the fucking time at all kinds of shit.
I was listening to music yesterday and one of the album covers had a really pretty photo of the artist on it and I really wanted to look like her but I don't
I like just got into the keep in act3 but will be chasing down the murder to keep people from being killed. Karlach is my favorite and part of my core team but the only member because of her personality. Astrion and laezel are their but its because of their abilities that I like. That being said but not sure. Last thing I can remember is losing it a bit at my dads funeral. I had said I would not be crying when he died because I was all cried out from the alzheimers but it still hit me when the last curtain dropped.
I cry really easily over random stuff. It was yesterday, over a YouTube video of someone's mom trying silksong. I cried a little when she beat the boss. I couldn't tell you why.
Watched an online screening of 20 Days in Mariupol a few days ago with a Ukrainian charity I donate to. Cried like a baby, just like the first time I saw it.
Sad parts in TVs/Movies.
I no longer feel emotion when people or events are involved unless someone dies. Then I will feel sad (and may cry) at their funeral, but otherwise don't cry over it.
I mainly cry at myself for being pathetic.