Scared of Google

I was doing research for a character biography, and looked up some stuff on theft versus larceny (it’s amount stolen), and what all being an accessory to a crime entailed, as well as how someone goes about sealing a juvenile criminal record. My metadata is tainted.

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Google uses this information to push ads based on your searches, recommends articles, and gets all judgy and stuff. America’s National Security Agency (NSA) collects all of your data at its server farm in Utah. I’m feeling paranoid. Maybe I should do book research using Firefox or TOR. Searching for “what makes you an accessory to a crime” has got to ring a few bells somewhere. Eff me.

Tech Thoughts

There’s cool stuff going on in the tech world. A robot killed a human, which is kind of wow. Oh, wait. Awww, that’s sad. The robot said “punch bug” first and ruined the guy’s life. Ooops.

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Serious people are getting real about robot ethics. It’s an AI issue, and it’ll be interesting to see how things shake out. The less serious people use “overlord” language that was popular on the net for a minute ten years ago, which is kind of tiresome, but whatever.

Discussion over artificial intelligence and the singularity are akin to religious discussions. It’s all subjective, and only history will make victors. But talking it out is important. Ignoring the possible ramifications of technology on humanity is idiocy. On the other hand, the wealthy elite and politically powerful control the outcome, so the rest of us proffering our opinions is paper floating in the wind. It’s getting harder and harder for words to be dangerous when they’re smeared everywhere.

Music Muse

I love knowing what other people are listening to. It gives insight into their psyche and (hopefully) provides me with new audio fodder. In that vein, I’ve been splooshing over chill electronica of late.


Originally published at www.governmentfishbowl.com on July 7, 2015.

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