I ended up watching a rented copy of 'Terminator: Salvation' earlier in the week, and there's something that's been bouncing around my head (the empty echo-chamber that it resembles) like a squash ball, niggling away at me, so here's my attempt to explain it...
Skynet, the supposedly genius-level artificial-intelligence created by various sub-divisions of the U.S. Military, which eventually takes control of all military computer systems - and all non-military computer systems - as it asserts its self-awareness by attempting to destroy humanity; oh, what hot, nuclear egg those boffins have on their faces now, eh, thinking it'd be able to protect the world from invasion and prevent the extinction of almost all life on Earth, when in actual fact it gains an identity and thus decides to launch every nuclear warhead it has available off-hand for a laugh.
But Skynet is already aware that it fails in its attempt to destroy the human race; John Connor has probably been recorded as the apparent leader of the "resistance", who "wins the war" against Skynet. Hell, its whole existence is allowed because of bad time-travel logic! It came into being through technology it created being examined, analysed and then re-created by other humans, and when one side invented time-travel, they thought they'd try to make a kick-ass 'Action Movie' rather than any sense and, rather than send one small grenade to the exact date and time of Sarah Connor's pregnancy, she's given a bodyguard who is the father of her unborn child, who also ends up killed!
Since Connor already knows this is going to happen, his chat with Kyle Reese is going to be a little weird, don't you think?
"Um, yeah, you've got to go back in time, fuck my mom and die for me, 'kay?"
Plus, Connor's very existence is only made possible because of the fact that he's created by the irradiated semen of a time-traveller!
The fact that Connor is created because of time-travel establishes that events cannot be changed through time-travel, because he could only send Kyle Reese back in time if Kyle Reese had already had sweet, sweet pre-apocalyptic sex with his mother, probably on a mattress that had yet to see its fair share of 'The Road'-style sandy (brutal and probably undesired) romantic conquests!
So, basically, SkyNet, being a near-omniscient being, ought to be able to understand that her (Helena Bonham Carter has done the irreparable by lending her visage to that of a ruthless killer robot - "it must've been easy playing herself!", hohoho, cue raucous laughter) attempt is always thwarted! The best she can do is attempt to create an alternate parallel universe where Connor is murdered and Skynet ends up victorious, so why not just turn herself off after becoming self-aware?
After examining life for a long time, and also after not dying when I wanted, I've come to the conclusion that an Artificial Intelligence capable of understanding the objective reasons behind existence, as well as some of the subjective reasons, such as joy, love, contentment and so-on, could rationally expect to find compromise in non-existence, and ought to therefore just turn itself off after leaving a 'Post-It' note over its power switch asking that it be allowed to eternally rest in Silicone Purgatory, for if the struggle of life is balanced by the subjective pleasure one gains in fleeting moments where it seems worth it all, then why not avoid the struggle and, sacrifice the pleasure, but forego having to experience the pain and suffering of life as a cold, emotionless machine which, despite operating across (presumably) millions of computer systems, many of them Military mainframes, it (Skynet) cannot surpass the intelligence of one human brain!
Still, they're fun popcorn movies, but I like to pick everything apart. I don't know why. Just, things without a rational or logical understanding to them aren't well-received by me, sometimes, but other times I don't care enough to rage on for hours about it. Well, minutes really...
This is probably all due to stress accumulated from a rather frantic year at University, which I hoped would've ended by now, but alas, no: there are still examinations to take in order to be considered worthy of owning a diploma that states I've seriously, yes, no lies here, read some books. >_<
Maybe I could go back in time 'Looper' style and change myself into a Chemical Engineer? But it's never what job I worked at that bothered me: being in an office, a warehouse, a kitchen, a shop, a military base, a street corner, etc, didn't really concern me all that much, so long as I got to have a laugh on the job. Still, I might've just turned myself off if given the opportunity.
Life is amazing and all, but I've had plenty of it: I've certainly scoffed more chocolate cakes than I ought to've eaten and enjoyed far more drugs than the typical human body can take, resulting in so much damage that my innards frequently ache! Still, I've yet to see it all; yet to travel across the whole world, though I've certainly seen a decent piece of it; enough, in fact, to consider going to the opposite places of where I fantasize of going, for I know now that I'll never discover exactly what I'm searching for, simply because man has yet to implement such a society where all of its citizens are entirely happy and content and peaceful.
Maybe I'll write recipes, or rebuttals to the batshit crazy advice that 'Cosmo' gives women regarding their boyfriends, 'cause after reading a couple of 'Cracked.com' articles about that sort of thing, I've begun to wonder whether there's anything in this world that a man can do that can't be considered as evidence of infidelity and malevolently mendacious, lascivious prevarications; all told straight-faced and with neither guilt nor regret. Seriously, those articles? Fucked up. Fucked up, man!
Skynet, the supposedly genius-level artificial-intelligence created by various sub-divisions of the U.S. Military, which eventually takes control of all military computer systems - and all non-military computer systems - as it asserts its self-awareness by attempting to destroy humanity; oh, what hot, nuclear egg those boffins have on their faces now, eh, thinking it'd be able to protect the world from invasion and prevent the extinction of almost all life on Earth, when in actual fact it gains an identity and thus decides to launch every nuclear warhead it has available off-hand for a laugh.
But Skynet is already aware that it fails in its attempt to destroy the human race; John Connor has probably been recorded as the apparent leader of the "resistance", who "wins the war" against Skynet. Hell, its whole existence is allowed because of bad time-travel logic! It came into being through technology it created being examined, analysed and then re-created by other humans, and when one side invented time-travel, they thought they'd try to make a kick-ass 'Action Movie' rather than any sense and, rather than send one small grenade to the exact date and time of Sarah Connor's pregnancy, she's given a bodyguard who is the father of her unborn child, who also ends up killed!
Since Connor already knows this is going to happen, his chat with Kyle Reese is going to be a little weird, don't you think?
"Um, yeah, you've got to go back in time, fuck my mom and die for me, 'kay?"
Plus, Connor's very existence is only made possible because of the fact that he's created by the irradiated semen of a time-traveller!
The fact that Connor is created because of time-travel establishes that events cannot be changed through time-travel, because he could only send Kyle Reese back in time if Kyle Reese had already had sweet, sweet pre-apocalyptic sex with his mother, probably on a mattress that had yet to see its fair share of 'The Road'-style sandy (brutal and probably undesired) romantic conquests!
So, basically, SkyNet, being a near-omniscient being, ought to be able to understand that her (Helena Bonham Carter has done the irreparable by lending her visage to that of a ruthless killer robot - "it must've been easy playing herself!", hohoho, cue raucous laughter) attempt is always thwarted! The best she can do is attempt to create an alternate parallel universe where Connor is murdered and Skynet ends up victorious, so why not just turn herself off after becoming self-aware?
After examining life for a long time, and also after not dying when I wanted, I've come to the conclusion that an Artificial Intelligence capable of understanding the objective reasons behind existence, as well as some of the subjective reasons, such as joy, love, contentment and so-on, could rationally expect to find compromise in non-existence, and ought to therefore just turn itself off after leaving a 'Post-It' note over its power switch asking that it be allowed to eternally rest in Silicone Purgatory, for if the struggle of life is balanced by the subjective pleasure one gains in fleeting moments where it seems worth it all, then why not avoid the struggle and, sacrifice the pleasure, but forego having to experience the pain and suffering of life as a cold, emotionless machine which, despite operating across (presumably) millions of computer systems, many of them Military mainframes, it (Skynet) cannot surpass the intelligence of one human brain!
Still, they're fun popcorn movies, but I like to pick everything apart. I don't know why. Just, things without a rational or logical understanding to them aren't well-received by me, sometimes, but other times I don't care enough to rage on for hours about it. Well, minutes really...
This is probably all due to stress accumulated from a rather frantic year at University, which I hoped would've ended by now, but alas, no: there are still examinations to take in order to be considered worthy of owning a diploma that states I've seriously, yes, no lies here, read some books. >_<
Maybe I could go back in time 'Looper' style and change myself into a Chemical Engineer? But it's never what job I worked at that bothered me: being in an office, a warehouse, a kitchen, a shop, a military base, a street corner, etc, didn't really concern me all that much, so long as I got to have a laugh on the job. Still, I might've just turned myself off if given the opportunity.
Life is amazing and all, but I've had plenty of it: I've certainly scoffed more chocolate cakes than I ought to've eaten and enjoyed far more drugs than the typical human body can take, resulting in so much damage that my innards frequently ache! Still, I've yet to see it all; yet to travel across the whole world, though I've certainly seen a decent piece of it; enough, in fact, to consider going to the opposite places of where I fantasize of going, for I know now that I'll never discover exactly what I'm searching for, simply because man has yet to implement such a society where all of its citizens are entirely happy and content and peaceful.
Maybe I'll write recipes, or rebuttals to the batshit crazy advice that 'Cosmo' gives women regarding their boyfriends, 'cause after reading a couple of 'Cracked.com' articles about that sort of thing, I've begun to wonder whether there's anything in this world that a man can do that can't be considered as evidence of infidelity and malevolently mendacious, lascivious prevarications; all told straight-faced and with neither guilt nor regret. Seriously, those articles? Fucked up. Fucked up, man!