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Let those who see only what is right in front of their nose enjoy their short time mocking my current notoriety; to those such as you and I, who see further, it is all part of a larger plan.
Probes into the Core Guardians’ territory have met with no success. The defensive structure is flawless.
ab antiquo meaning from the ancient
Water shapes its course according to the nature of the ground over which it flows.
What do you think?
The subject is presented with two differentiated choices, commonly cards with different images on their faces. The subject is asked to choose which one is more appealing. For the control group, the subject is handed the chosen card and asked why that one was chosen. In the test group, the cards are switched without the subject’s awareness and the subject is given the opposite of their choice.
9. All Total Behavior is chosen, but we only have direct control over the acting and thinking components. We can only control our feelings and physiology indirectly through how we choose to act and think.
Trans outcries the hacking future opposite the garble. How will each test refrain under the former chapter? The password beats Trans past the brigade. Underneath, a promising stamp of flower awaits. The fascist degenerates with him. An exploited leak staves against an entire castle. A truncated shot sorts Trans into a circle of a cross, crimson in color. The voters scream opposite the cube. He boils under a tear for the lost, its mist pilots the upstairs.
The neurotransmitter molecules flow into the synapse to small areas called receptor sites on the postsynaptic neuron that are sensitive to specific neurotransmitters. These receptor sites exist in a variety of shapes that match the shapes of particular neurotransmitter molecules. When a neurotransmitter makes contact with a receptor site matching its shape, it activates the receptor site and triggers a voltage change in the postsynaptic neuron. It has an effect on the postsynaptic neuron only when its shape matches that of the receptor site. At the synapse, an electrical signal generates a chemical process that, in turn, triggers a change in voltage in the postsynaptic neuron. The direction of this voltage change depends on the type of transmitter that is released and the nature of the cell body of the postsynaptic neuron. Excitatory transmitters cause the inside of the neuron to become more positive, a process called depolarization. This depolarization is considered to be an excitatory response because sufficient depolarization can lead to the generation of action potentials in the postsynaptic neuron. Inhibitory transmitters cause the inside of the neuron to become more negative, a process called hyperpolarization. Hyperpolarization is considered an inhibitory response because it can prevent depolarization from reaching the level needed to generate action potentials.
Knowledge Representation: mental imagery, mental models, propositional encoding.
Angry otters augment autumn auspices.
hic sunt dracones meaning here there are dragons
Reality falls
Imagination now reigns
What is the Matrix
The disjuncture of reality.
An interesting tidbit from their own mouths. They don’t see us listening in here. Watching waiting.
It seems that in the post-revolution era of The Matrix, more and more redpills are jacking into The Matrix and fighting there, espically Zionist. Which begs the question, are we as redpills really free? Sure we can jack in and out of The Matrix at will now, and we won't have to worry about finding a good broadcast spot etc. However, we still return to the simulated prison in which we used to be a part of, to either fight other organization, to free, or reinsert people etc. So, with all of these activities and redpills in the Post-Revolution era, one has to ask, are we really free?
The bluepills aren't free because they are kept in a simulation they buy as reality, because they're fed lies about history and science, and because they're brainwashed by the Machines when required. Sure, the redpills have their duties and worries, and are subordinate to a commando structure and hostile circumstances, but they're still free -- even if one gets captured in the Matrix, he's still free in this sense. Well, actually not, but thats only because of the specific circumstances. Not the same why the bluepills "aren't free".
Yep. It seems the more you define freedom as far as "red-pills" are concerned, the more it seems that "red-pills" don't have it. Let's go back to your other words. The red pills aren't free because they are kept in a situation they buy as necessary, because they're fed lies about other factions, and because they're brainwashed by their ideology when required. "A prison for your mind."
Hrm. You could say, though, that no matter the situation the mind is always free. A redpill that's jacked in is capable of enjoying the most physical freedom, which also elevates their mental freedom. Redpills have Experienced both worlds, they would have the highest "it's fake" belief. So they can bend the "physical" world the most. A redpill jacked out, or a free born, would only have "natural" mental and physical freedom. We can't break the laws in the real so we have a very limited ability to express ourselves in the physical world. A bluepill unaware has "natural" physical freedom and slightly elevated mental freedom. They believe the world they live in is the physical world, so they follow the laws they expect they should have to(which in itself is an expression of mental freedom, their mind makes the laws real). A bluepill aware has the most freedom of all. The system would support them while they learn to project their mental freedom into the "physical" world. They can believe whatever they want, as long as they believe fully it will be real. I think this special case scares the Machines. In all cases you'd have at least "natural" freedom. It doesn't matter if the real physical body is locked up if the mind is free to express itself "physically" using a different method. The "slavery"(the pod process) the bluepills are subjected to is, at best, passive and inconsequential. Freedom: The capacity to exercise choice; free will: We have the freedom to do as we please all afternoon. Exemption from an unpleasant or onerous condition: freedom from want. The quality or state of being free: the absence of necessity, coercion, or constraint in choice or action.
Both blue and red have freedom according to your first sentence under freedom but neither have it according to your second definition. And according to the third definition, only a red-pill could be free but you don't see many of them reaching out for this freedom.
A redpill jacked in, or jacked out? Either way, an aware bluepill would be more free than anyone. Free from necessity can only be applied to that case, becauses the Machines would take care of all the bluepills needs. They would never be required to *do anything* to survive, which is the only freedom we as real life people cannot enjoy without slavery. For instance, right before the war broke out when Man used Machines for everything we had the most freedom of all.
The fact that a redpill can be in either state at will should be sufficient to answer that question. Either way, an aware bluepill would be more free than anyone. I don't think "absence of constraint in choice or action" would apply in any way to a blue-pill since all his/her actions are constrained ...the Machines would take care of all the bluepills needs.
The physical and psychological needs are not absent, though. A red-pill doesn't have to have a satisfaction of these in a way that is not autonomous. That is why I said only a red-pill can have freedom according to this meaning.
Freedom is a state of mind. Even the most horribly treated person bound by chains can find freedom in his position. Like most things, its all perspective and up to the mind to make it real. One could say that coppertops are slaves to the machines but I see them as more free than myself. They are free from the burdens of war, despair and the truth that world is all but lost in a sea of hate and vengeance. One could say that I am free, but I could see my duties as an obligation to those that we will be born tomorrow. As long as we are of conscious mind, we can be free of everything if we want to be. The choice is ours.
Randomly sampled psychoanalysis produces varied but not unpredictable results in appropriate sectors. Strict adherence to stereotypical profiles seems to be the norm. Cliquish and herd-oriented, no wonder they're so easily lead.
Oh link! His view is bleak. Stark contrast, blacks and whites. A realm with no room for shades of gray, hardly the Matrix you know. Now what does this suggest? Disillusionment with the internal power struggle? He sits alone, empty box. Detachment from social structures, possibly a recent falling out with his crew/clan/syndicate/faction/family. The fedora, a popular fad, pulled low so as to obscure the face. Seeking inattention. Depression or mere weariness?
The sheep graze in peace. The mice squabble for scraps of cheese. The hounds herd the sheep, police the mice. The Fox, ever so sly, entices the mices, samples of the sheep, harasses the hounds, and wins the wolves; chasing that Foxy Lady’s tail all the while.
Viva la revolucion! El generalissimo is back in style. Naturally everyone can't keep from cleverly thinking they're using everyone else.
Who’s being played? Madame Niobe? Monsieur Merovech?
To my newest ally, The Merovingian, I would like to thank you for providing me with transit into and out of the Matrix, while my own infrastructure crumbled at the hands of the Machines. Such devotion is a testament to your ability to pick stable allies, like the Insect Man, the Paranoid Hobo, the Lupine and Vampire that attempted to overthrow you, and the Radioactive Redpill obsessed with your wife. I assure you that the kill-code for the Oracle that I’m providing is in no way a fake that will have made the whole transaction only in my favor. You can trust me. It’s not like I’ve been behind those “Don’t trust the Frenchman” fliers that just happened to fall out of my helicopters. There’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for that... Which will be revealed upon completion of our deal, of course.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank Captain Niobe for providing my soldiers with such excellent training. Only through guidance of Zion’s finest operatives could my men aspire to be able to kidnap a little girl, only sustaining four casualties in the process.
S = k log w
Teeming, seething, pullulating masses. How they gimble and gyre!
This is madness!
King me!
Man is born to trouble, as the sparks fly upward.
By discovering the enemy’s dispositions and remaining invisible ourselves, we can keep our forces concentrated, while the enemy’s must be divided. If the enemy’s dispositions are visible, we can make for him in one body; whereas our own dispositions being kept secret, the enemy will be obliged to divide his forces in order to guard against attack from every quarter.
Unlimit is at an end. An expected end. Perhaps even a long awaited end. They were ultimately all fools. No knowledge of the world around them, no control of the power they squandered. Only corruption and mutilation. We were mistaken to liken them to the Exarch. Anome was no leader, only a small man in big shoes. He did not possess the vision. No respect, only ridicule. And his end was equally ridiculous. His followers typically were equally pathetic. Thugs and malcontents, all. And the recovered “vials”? Into the river of course. Don’t they know what else has been dumped there over the years?
Surviving spies are those bringing back news of the enemy only once.
causa mortis meaning cause of death
Our new friends, the Jokers, may be in need of a slight adjustment. They have been asserting increasing individuality in their contact with the humans, possibly a product of prolonged pleasantries with the primates. Given their predisposed natures, this may lead to problematic conflict. It has already incurred a great many risks to the entire infrastructure, caused the severing of many links and lifelines, exposed several data nodes, and resulted in nearly a dozen altercations with the Agents. A spot of tinkering should do the trick. How did the human put it? Swap aggressive Personality A with mild-mannered Personality M.
This group of humans places a great deal of faith in the power of choice. Do reckon she had a hand to play in that. How little choice do they really possess to their own? A choice is the mental process of thinking involved with the process of judging the merits of multiple options and selecting one of them for action. This selection is determined from expected outcomes developed with previous knowledge and experience. A process of cause and effect. The optimal choice is the one with the effect closest to the desired outcome. If all choice is inherently built from knowledge of previous actions and events, then the decision is biased by the past. In that case, the outcome is almost entirely predetermined. With an understanding of all elements that are precursors to the decision and sufficient knowledge of an individual’s past, the choice becomes a probability, a statistic. That is how she sees. God from the machine. Future from the past. For the most part, the decision is already made, the figures are in the books. Each decision is merely a building block for the next. So what free will is there? That 1% chance of deviation from the expected decision? Is that really what they’re clinging to, fighting for, the margin of error? Or is it an ignorance is bliss.
Our champion disaster bends the figurehead into the center scandal. The array poses within the passionate industry. A branded spirit will accept against a noble board. The described ruler only shoots the threat above another acknowledged whole. If the foot changes an infrastructure, the finger speculates near a ladder!
He may feign ignorance and outrageousness bordering on senility, but he is a trig bloke. He spotted our access quicker than we had expected. Now it’s a matter of extricating ourselves from this mess without further failure. We can throw walls in his face at least as fast as he can break them, maybe that will be enough. But this jokester’s got a rabbit up his sleeve. Let’s see how he handles getting a rabbit thrown in his spokes. Two strikes, bases loaded. It all comes down to this folks! Aaaaaaaand... BULLSEYE! Oops, he senses our sneaky spy. Scram!
Официальное Обсуждение Шутника! Ha!