Like those kindergartens.

No, u.

f(x,y) = x² + y²

Yes he does.

Vegans need to downvote anyone that disagrees when them is proof their ideas cannot stand scrutiny. They do not relish in a debate of in any capacity. They don’t even have original ideas, it’s the same couple talking points because it’s ideology base. They call themselves converts but won’t accept it’s a religion.

I’m sure you perceive it that way, as you already said you perceive being a threat. You appear to take pride in it.

Couldn’t be less threatened by you. Your abstinence reduces price competition for meat products. You are restricting yourself such that it benefits me.

The real threat in this regard are the boomers who eat more meat products than other generations.

I feel I should donate a quarter head of beef to a local food pantry in your name as tribute and to show there are no ill feelings. At least from me. I doubt you feel the same towards me.

Nope. Vegans are fine. Veganist like you are religious nut jobs. You’ve created narratives and then act like anyone who doesn’t agree with you is the bad guy. Not unlike the far right or any other extremist group.

That feeling of your existence being a threat is the same feeling any other authoritarian feels.

Yes. Hail our corporate overlords for they could be unfeeling, uncaring artificial intelligence overlords instead. We are blessed.

Sounds like the kind of guy that comes out of the closet in their 80’s.

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Not to go political but have you paid any attention to the number of supporters of the king of fragile male egos, their king? It’s a huuuge market segment.

Same reason I never shower after sweating. Why would I add more water. Study it out, sheeple!

Ignoring the humor of this to throw down to facts.

There are brownie pans that have multiple cells such that each brownie is a single serving with four edges. Basically a cupcake pan but with squares.

This is only 2-3 edges per brownie; an inferior experience.

He didn’t do it alone. It took millions of others to participate in executing the harm.

Citation needed.

It would be easier to record than upload. Since upload requires at least a decode steps. Given the fleeting nature of existence how does one confirm the decoding? This also requires we create a simulated brain, which seems more difficult and resource intensive than forming a new biological brain remotely connected to your nervous system inputs.

Recording all inputs in real time and play them back across a blank nervous system will create an active copy. The inputs can be saved so they can be played back later in case of clone failure. As long as the inputs are record until the moment of death, the copy will be you minus the death so you wouldn’t be aware you’re a copy. Attach it to fresh body and off you go.

Failure mode would take your literal lifetime to reform your consciousness but what’s a couple decades to an immortal.

We already have the program to create new brains. It’s in our DNA. A true senior developer knows better than to try and replicate black box code that’s been executing fine. We don’t even understand consciousness enough to pretend we’re going to add new features so why waste the effort creating a parallel system of a black box.

Scheduled reboots of a black box system is common practice. Why pretend we’re capable of skipping steps.

Of course. We are products of our time.

In previous times, even the richest of that time would rather have had a bed mate to keep them company in the darkness of the night.

Both.

Poor people didn’t have a home with multiple rooms. Children weren’t shielded from the concepts of baby making to the extent that they are today.

The idea that making a family isn’t family friendly is the result of recent cultural norms that are facilitated by our larger homes, cheaper beds, abundant bedding, whole home heating, etc.

Only because we’re still allowing prudish believed to dictate our lives.

One doesn’t have that go back far in history to find a time when everyone in the family slept in the same bed.

And you’re obsessed with giant cocks. This is very interesting. A therapist could write a book on you.