“I know we both said we were antifascists and actually I’m a fascist–”

*Beep* “Airlock 2 venting sequence initiated.”

“Butifyoukillmeyou’llbebetrayingeverythingyoustandfor!”

Drown in the freezing void.

“If you were really good you’d sign onto a new Geneva convention [with evil], banning the use of psychological weapons [which only work on evil.]”
*Takes a deep breath*

“I’m just saying man. Absolute good and evil don’t exist. You’re free to call them absolutely evil, kill them, etc according to your own preferences. I’m just saying is all.”

Airlocked.

These are all “Among Us” versions of real quotes from LessWrongians, by the way. Including the thing about false faces having feelings.

I mean. it was literally my first time swimming in a lake. so.

(I mean unless it is new. (But when I was a child playing at a lake most of my jubilation was from interacting with a bunch of new ideas, that could interact with a lake. And they were much more happy ideas than the grim stuff that is new to me. Logical time progresses and stuff actually gets worse.))

I went swimming in a lake recently. It was pretty crowded, and almost every adult there was dead inside. they sort of walked into the water and stood there self-consciously like they remembered they once had fun doing this but can’t remember why, even though children are playing right next to them.

Although to be fair I’m pretty sure it’s correct to spend more time as an adult forlornly half-remembering childhood than interacting with something as simple as a lake as if it was new.

I think Eliezer Yudkowsky once said that the genre of real life was science fiction. I think the genre is mostly psychological horror. And far more personally for him than for me. And he wasn’t oblivious to that, but his relation to it wasn’t to treat it as his story. I don’t think he could reason about it with consistency-as-a-story, because he’s not a protagonist.

It was a great example of anarchy, though we wouldn’t have known to call it that. Of the 7 or so teachers my grade collectively targeted, 4 quit and we got another one fired.

Holy shit. That’s awesome.

I went swimming in a lake recently. It was pretty crowded, and almost every adult there was dead inside. they sort of walked into the water and stood there self-consciously like they remembered they once had fun doing this but can’t remember why, even though children are playing right next to them.

If they weren’t standing there aimlessly looking forlorn and confused, they were standing around abusing their children. (Not every parent was visibly abusing their kids in front of me, but enough were.) Like, this one kid was obviously struggling in the water — eyes squinting, moving like he had sensory issues with the sensation of grit under his feet, or something. A ball was slowly floating away from him, and the mother started pressuring him to go get it, like go get it faster! it’s going to float away! The kid was obviously hurting himself to go get the ball. And the mom said (once he got it) “good job!” and I wanted to throw up. Like. I remember being that child. I remember how stressful it was when my own parents did that exact same thing to me. Like, abusing your kids is totally optional! Don’t any of them remember how fucking awful it was to be treated that way?

I wish people wouldn’t forget this kind of thing. Like, when I was a kid, I and the other kids in my elementary school decided that our teachers were the enemy. We were maybe 11? 12? There wasn’t any formal agreement, we just started spontaneously and independently ruining our teachers’ day. Every day. We covered for each other, had lookouts, used our lunch money to buy stationary which we turned into makeshift slingshots and lockpicks, it was a whole operation. And when we managed to get a teacher to quit, we were thrilled. A lot of us taught the younger years our methods through brothers and sisters. It spread, and more teachers quit. Any one of us that got a good idea, the rest would join in. There weren’t leaders or orders, just cooperation based off a shared sense of “fuck this shit.” It was a great example of anarchy, though we wouldn’t have known to call it that. Of the 7 or so teachers my grade collectively targeted, 4 quit and we got another one fired.

When I told this story to other adults, as an adult myself, people looked at me appalled. They all forgot. For the longest time I thought I was just having the misfortune of running into former teacher’s pets. But then I went and looked at my old classmates’ facebook pages, and every one I could find was completely fucked in the head. They decided to get eaten by cancer. Decided to be on the side of “power,” of the teachers and other petty authoritarians. Back then, if one of us turned on the others, their name became a curse. They’d spend the next year expecting to find thumbtacks on their seat and Billy’s special rotten sandwich he left cooking in the storeroom for six months would’ve found its way into their backpack.