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Mir stellt Claude mittlerweile schon so gute Fragen, dass ich mich oft wundere, ob ich nicht selbst schon verblödete. Daher bleibt uns nur Zwei: Entweder die KI übernimmt Wir ändern unsere Logik (besser wär „Ramenbedingung“ - wird später wichtig werden!) Verblödet, weil ich wirklich glaube, dass uns das Gerät die Sprache genommen hat. Wenn es bei uns mal finster wird, dann würd ich gerne sehen, wie lange wir es mit unseren Mitmenschen und Niveau an Kommunikation aushalten. Die Rahmenbedingung! Andrzej Odrzywołek hat sie unbrauchbar gemacht. Der EML-Operator ist für mich persönlich besonders interessant, da ich Andrzej Odrzywolek‘s Arbeit noch nicht einmal gelesen hab, weil mir der Abstract alleine schon die Worte genommen hatte. Ich erlaube mir zu erklären. Er sagt, du musst dich entscheiden! Entweder, oder! Oke, ich mach jetzt auf Ernst. Wenn man zwei Variablen nimmt - so nebenbei, das kann alles Mögliche sein, solange du die Rahmenbedingung verstehst - wirst du sie für immer besser und besser kennenlernen, solange du dich nur auf eine konzentrierst. Und irgendwann schaust du so lange zu, bis das Messgerät aufgibt. Zum Beispiel: „Will ich lieber Pistaccio Eis oder einen Hamburger“ geht nicht. „Ich will süss, aber kaltes, bin unterzuckert, und hab drei Euro in der Hose.“ - das geht schon! Dank Ferenc Krausz et al. könnte man diesen Entscheidungsgang (im Englischen wärs der „Decision Tree“) schon bis in den Attosekundenbereich (10^(-18) s) runterbrechen, kompletter Overkill natürlich, aber möglich wäre es. Im Grunde genommen meint Andrzey: Wir kennen eh schon alles, so genau brauchen wir es nicht wissen, um es zu verwenden. „Es“ kann dein Eis, dein Reifenwechsel, oder weiß der Teufel was sein. Alles oben, ohne Gewähr! (Das alles hier ist ein von mir persönlich verfasster Artikel. Ich hab zwar eine technische Ausbildung; es kann aber sein, dass ich die Arbeit vom Herrn Odrzywolek komplett missverstanden habe, und ich will ehrlich gesagt auch von keinem des Besseren belehrt werden - danke!)

Liebe Raupe, mit größtem Beileid will ich mich entschuldigen bei dir, dass ich dich in meinen Haaren nicht sah, und du beim Zähneputzen direkt in das fließende Wasser runtergespült wurdest. Wie du es auf meine Augenhöhe schafftest, weiß ich nicht. Ob du dieselbe von vorhin warst, oder eine andere, trotzdem, sorry. Mögest du in Frieden ertrunken sein; dein Retter in Not. An die Spinne, die es sich beim Lesen auf meinen Fingerknöcheln gemütlich machte: man fängt nicht an, ein Netz zu weben, und verschwindet unangekündigt ins Nichts. Ich bin kein Experte was euch angeht. Schaden wolltest du mir sicher nicht. Schön wars trotzdem! Auch wenn zu kurz.

Rauchen ist ungesund Stress tötet Trotzdem sind sie schlecht Hast schon mal auf die Packerl gschaut, schaut der unglücklich aus? Schau du mal lieber auf des! Ravioli? Avioli! Camembert?! Ich hab keine Zeit für sowas. Nicht wennst so weiter rauchst Willst eine? Ja schon.

I wish I studied linguistics To tell you what is worth most About about about The difference between retarted and retarding That maths has made it possible to be rude Platon, Einstein, My name is JEEEFF Hui Hui Pfui Pfui Get off my dick you prick Pew Pew Pew Your tiny violin New new new Soon you will end And I will stay with me MYSELF AND I A court threesome

I have been thinking. It‘s not that I don’t want to write, it’s just a bit boring to not put more honesty into my priorities for writing. Boasting isn’t what you are planning to do, either? Since my promotion has significantly increased the amount of focus I chose to divulge in, and my other agitations in life are just going WELL, I have to get super duper uncomfortable with the sheer inescapability of me reaping the benefits of taking myself accountable for such a long time in my life that it’s scaring me how nice it can be, to feel a deep sense of gratitude to the new-found connection I have felt over and over in the past. You do nag a lot. Take it one breath at a time. It’s the one thing that has proven to be useful, it wouldn’t harm, in any way, to either point out one or the other emotion you are grateful for, even though it confuses the badazzle out of me, or yield to the ample truth that everything is alright and the world is probably not going to end today. Probably not. It’s all good. And if it’s not, okay then it’s not. Whatever. Energy goes where your tiny little brain decides to spend it on, so do yourself a favor and enjoy a beatific start into the most beautiful spring I have witnessed in a while. The winter was great, the spring is even better, who knows, the world might be healing with us!   You don’t know what Leyla told me? I swear she hasn’t said a thing. I’m confused. She got promoted and accused me of not taking accountability in my own trials, when all my performance indicators are telling me all is well. You do know they are biased towards local maxima? Fuck no, that‘s just rumors. Don‘t get me started with the prosperity focus Leyla confided in me.

EUROPE I CUSSING LOVE YOU Allen Menschen recht getan, ist eine Kunst, die niemand kann. Allen Menschen da draußen mag es möglicherweise nicht bewusst sein; wir befinden uns, jedoch, in einer sehr spannenden Phase für Europa. Heute durfte ich endlich ‘nein’ sagen. Nein zu der reidigen Exploitierung meiner Privatsphäre, meines Gedankenguts, meines Selbst. Vielen, vielen Dank an alle, die sich wohlverdient diesen Sieg für das Gute in uns erkämpft haben, damit ich meine Ruhe haben kann. Leider wurde mir aber beigebracht, Fragen zu stellen. Und da gibts wieder so viele. Irgendwie störts mich schon mittlerweile, ich kann ja nicht schneller und schneller tippen, das soll doch bitte mein Handy machen. Könnte jetzt schon besser funktionieren. Hat mir der Apple dieselbe Frage gestellt? Noch nicht. Hab ich mein Firmenhandy die meiste Zeit bei mir, ja. Dann ist es halt nicht mehr OpenAI und Meta, sondern OpenAI und Microsoft und Oracle und wer sonst noch.

This one will be chill I promise. I can’t hear anything, is it playing already? Try not to balk at the thought of it. What’s that supposed to mean. I said enough already, may I ask a question instead? My nodding is the indication of a yes, go ahead. Is it wise to care about time? I guess so. Alright… And letting go is what happened; the breaks of the vehicle loosened, and her gaze faded into oblivion. The pitch of darkness torn by nearby residential complexes made the departure morph into a trail of colors and lights, urging the moment to stay.    Alisa is available in case you‘d still like to ask her about her plans for Friday, should I ask her assistant? Go ahead. Would you like me to throw the shades and turn on video? Sure. She’s on her bike heading to the office, she’ll be here in twenty minutes but already provided some prep info; let me know if you’d like me to explain it to you. Go ahead. And ahead she went. Ahead of what longs and worries are for, to never have to do the same thing twice again. A series of what seem to be challenges but are barely, hardly, seen or felt, save they are complicated. The complex ones, no, those they let us have. Crowing prowess was not what I expected their kink to be, ironic. I changed my mind, I‘ll go to sleep instead. Can you just answer her once she‘s back? Sure. The inflatable seating space moved into its preconfigured setting, and I went to sleep. The hour of commute was enough to get actual sleep, which would make the walk home in the winter cold slightly more bearable, lest my phone dies out on me and I take the walk in silence. The soft stride home led through music and crowds, noise and arguments.

“It all makes sense now. I mean it.” Lila exclaimed, her eyes staring into the clouds below the distant, blue sky above us. Albeit unconscious, she managed to maintain an esthetic and composure that I had to be sharper than a knife for. I blame the government, not her. We aren’t asking for world peace, just common sense. Someone didn’t do his job. Why is she to blame, then? I was lucky enough to hold her; although had her neighbor Tierré not helped lay her into the shade of the bus station we passed a second ago, I wouldn’t have been comfortably sitting with her on my lap now. “All good?”, “yes.”. She didn’t move. “If you had the capacity to dive endlessly deep into the ocean”, she trailed off, eyes still looking past me, “how deep would you go?”. “I wouldn’t at all, have you seen orcas using boats as their toys? They are basically begging us to innovate faster to start playing with us under water.” It was strange to me that she didn’t seem to be in agreement with what I had thought of as an answer. Instead, she clasped her hands on her belly while readjusting her head on my legs as if she was reading the sky like a book page in bed. I knew that what she would tell me next would result in more than a few minutes of refreshment from a fall, so I moved lower on the glass of the bus station I was leaning my back against. The new spot my upper back was touching helped to cool my back a bit. She went on. “Haven’t we, as humans, shown that it is perfectly legitimate to imprison weaker beings, as long as you call it a zoo?”. Puh. Can you be enslaved by an orca? Probably. “If they are as smart as researchers claim to be, they will recognize a chill person and would likely want to hang out”, I said. “It’s because you like everyone, Elena!”, “what do you mean?”, “you know what I mean”, “no I don’t, did you change from the fall?”, “what fall?”, “you fell literally three minutes ago.”, “what?”, “what did you think this was, a picknick?”, “it’s siesta time and I nap all the time”, “I thought you didn’t hurt yourself”, “I didn’t, I think”, “it can’t be, Tierré helped me lay you down”, “good, I will thank him next time”. Talking of the devil, Tierré marched out of the apartment building with two bottles of cold water and a box of chocolate. He handed them to me and whispered to Lila: “You slipped like the street was icy, go and get yourself an umbrella to protect your head from the sun, it’s June and this is not Copenhagen, signorina.” I hated it whenever he did that. “What did he just mean?” I dared asking. I waited with my question for a few minutes, her poise struck me curious, I couldn’t wait any longer. She ignored not only me, but everyone? “I guess if an orca would be up to chill, I would be, too, maybe we should create a device that let’s us understand each other, a completely new language, we could call it ‘humorca’, and then we go inside some of those zoos and devise a plan to free them! We could ask Antonio and Fabricia for support.”, “hmm, we could go together and find the big orca, maybe we can settle on a fat orca-version-of-a-check, a win-win for us both”, “i guess so.” Another round of silence.

So, anyways, I was saying. The train sped up, slowed, and came to a stop. You mean at the station? It was about a hundred meters away, the sign - on the underground wall across from the window I was sitting next to - said so. What? I saw a sign. About object permanence? No, idiot, a “100m ->” sign. The doors opened and everyone started panicking and running towards the exit. Turns out the train was malfunctioning, and they expected me to stay inside the train carriage until they could be sure no one was on the tracks anymore. Half an hour of waiting tiredly, it drove me nuts!  I would have just left with the others; you had reason to believe that there’s danger on the train. You’re not supposed to leave, lest instructed. You’re expected to use your brain. Rules won’t magically adjust to the situation, regardless of how detailed you set them out to be. And risk hurting myself on the tracks? You can walk, right? Of course I can! And you had shoes on at the time of all this happening? AHHHHHHHHH. Hahahahahahaha. I kid you not, if you keep teasing me like this, I will kick you off my group. Ahh, come on, I was joking, you can’t demote me to stage 6 just because there’s some truth to it. Also, you wouldn’t have told me about it if you didn’t want my sincere reaction. Alright, I get it. Would you let me finish the story then? It turns out, Mr. Know it All, that the results of my simulation performance were exceptional. So exceptional that I passed the next level of the MC crisis handling trials. Shut up.... Yes. SHUT UUUUUUPPPP...... The seventh person to have ever achieved it, and I started in June! Seems like men lack a lot more brain than we anticipated. Stop spreading such nonsense; those were all just lucky coincidences. If you guys don’t ramp up your pace, who knows what laws the system will put in place once we optimize prosperity in September! I will do my best to get you into the Dopamine trials! That’s not funny!!!! I wouldn’t want to go back to experiencing of what it feels, who knows if they would ever let me go back to the others.

Your iPhone Isn't Listening — But Does That Actually Matter? The idea that your phone is secretly listening to your conversations is one of the most persistent tech myths around. And to be fair, it's also one of the most understandable. You mention needing new running shoes over dinner, open Instagram twenty minutes later, and there they are — Nike ads, right on cue. The standard rebuttal goes something like this: your phone isn't listening. Advertisers are just really good at predicting what you want using your location data, purchase history, browsing habits, social graph, and demographic profile. And you only notice the ads that match your conversations because of confirmation bias — you ignore the thousands that don't. That explanation is technically accurate. But it has two significant blind spots that deserve closer scrutiny. The Metadata Problem When you install an app like Instagram and it requests access to your photo library, you're presented with a permissions dialog that most people tap through without a second thought. But read the fine print: "Photos may contain data associated with location, depth information, captions and audio." Even with limited access, a single photo carries a remarkable amount of embedded metadata. Location coordinates, timestamps, depth maps that reveal the environment you're in, and in some cases, audio. At scale, this data doesn't need to identify you by name to build an extraordinarily detailed behavioral profile. Your clothing preferences can be inferred from what you photograph. Your emotional states can be estimated from patterns in when, where, and how frequently you take pictures. Your social connections, your routines, your interests — all of it is latent in the metadata. So when defenders of the status quo say "advertisers are just really good at predicting what you want," they're describing a system that extracts intimate behavioral intelligence from data most users didn't realize they were sharing. The fact that this happens through metadata inference rather than a hot microphone doesn't make it less invasive — it arguably makes it harder to detect and resist. The standard explanation frames ad targeting as benign cleverness. In reality, it's built on a data extraction pipeline that most users never meaningfully consented to understanding. The fact that it's legal and technically disclosed in a permissions dialog doesn't make it respectful of privacy. The Confirmation Bias Defense Doesn't Hold Up The second common rebuttal is confirmation bias: you notice the ads that align with your conversations and forget the rest. This is a real cognitive phenomenon and it does play a role. But invoking it as a blanket explanation is dismissive of a legitimate concern. Consider this scenario: you have a conversation with your partner about redecorating the living room. Within minutes — not hours, not days — you open a social media app and see an ad for furniture. The standard response would be to chalk it up to coincidence and selective memory. But here's the problem with that framing. Even if we accept that no audio was captured, the behavioral inference engine powering modern ad targeting is sophisticated enough to predict the substance of your conversations based on everything else it knows about you. It knows your location (you're at a home furnishing store, or your partner just was). It knows your browsing history. It knows what your social connections have been searching for. It knows the time of year, your income bracket, your life stage. When the prediction is so precise that it functionally mirrors what you just said aloud, does the mechanism really matter? From the user's perspective, the outcome is identical to being listened to. The timing alone — ads appearing minutes after a private conversation — represents a kind of intimacy violation regardless of how the targeting was achieved. The system knows what you were talking about, whether or not it heard you say it. Dismissing this as "just confirmation bias" deflects from the deeper question: should any system, through any mechanism, be able to approximate the content of your private conversations with this degree of accuracy and speed? What Apple Says — And What They Paid Apple's official position is unambiguous. In a January 2025 newsroom post, the company stated that it has never used Siri data to build marketing profiles, never made it available for advertising, and never sold it to anyone for any purpose. Siri processes requests on-device whenever possible, and when data does go to Apple's servers, it's associated with a random identifier that rotates multiple times per hour — not tied to your Apple Account. These are strong privacy protections, and by most accounts, Apple leads the industry on this front. But there's a significant asterisk. In Lopez v. Apple , a class action lawsuit originally filed in 2019, plaintiffs alleged that Apple recorded conversations through Siri without a "Hey Siri" command and that recordings were shared with third-party contractors. Two plaintiffs reported receiving targeted ads for specific products after discussing them near Siri-enabled devices. The case was settled in 2025, with Apple agreeing to pay $95 million — without admitting wrongdoing. Settlement checks began going out to affected users in late January 2026. Settling a lawsuit isn't an admission of guilt. Companies settle cases for all kinds of strategic reasons. But it's also not the kind of exoneration that should put the matter to rest for anyone paying attention. More importantly, Apple's official denials address the narrow question of whether Siri audio is sold for advertising. They don't address the broader concern: whether the rich ecosystem of metadata, permissions, and behavioral signals that apps access through Apple's platform can achieve functionally equivalent surveillance through inference alone. The Real Question The conversation about phone privacy has been stuck in a binary for too long: either your phone is listening, or it isn't, and you're being paranoid. The reality is more uncomfortable than either option. Your phone almost certainly isn't recording your conversations for advertisers. But the data infrastructure surrounding it — the metadata in your photos, the permissions you've granted, the behavioral predictions derived from your digital footprint — may render the distinction academic. When ad targeting can approximate what you said in a private conversation within minutes of you saying it, the question of how  it knew stops being the most important one. The more urgent question is whether we're comfortable with a system that can functionally replicate eavesdropping without technically doing it — and whether the privacy frameworks we've built are equipped to address harms defined by outcomes rather than mechanisms.

Vergiss die Zeit nicht! What does that mean? How the hell would I know, I don’t speak russian! Why would a deer have last words after being hit by a truck? You do understand that this is way above our pay grade. I’ve heard of those, it’s got something to do with the 7G networks storing data in their brains for safer storage. You need to take a chill pill. You don’t get to tell me what to do. Can’t we agree that this is straight up weird? Of course it is, stupid. Why do you keep scanning it’s fur for something, then? It’s their adaptor, a thumb-sized, rectangular bulge of metal inserted into the neck of the animal. That’s creepy, can I have a look at it once you found it? I miss the days where we could just live without knowing.. What’s time worth anyways, today. A lot.

„I rant a lot, I know. How else would I understand what bothers me about my day? There is a fine line, however, between constructively criticizing and blatantly complaining. ChatGPT, the concept I complain so much about, is really, really cool. What I am missing is an ExplainMeGPT, should be easy to create, with a single prompt: ‚Explain whatever was said in the language I understand, do so assuming absolute innocence.‘ That would be hella funny. „ „You’re pissing me off“ „What he is really trying to say, you are just too beautiful to ignore, which is why the emotional burden is expressed through a vulgar idiom instead. It’s not meant in the literal sense, he is clearly not implying that you are peeing on him, which, from the earlier conversation, would be worth asking at a later point. Because, honestly, if you think about it, aren’t we all retarted already? I do understand the gravity of my former sentence, but I when I see world leaders, economists, policians (HA! You are dyslexic.), not being able to retain a single fiber of compassion in their spines for others, full stop, no need to follow up on this with ‚but when I see ..., I feel this and that” lingo. In no way, shape, or form is this a condescending tone to any affected individual and families, but an alarming attempt to magnify the threat to our freedom of speech, where we are no longer allowed to express our exasperation with stupidly stupid dunnards.“ „Girl, you go an get that bath, you deserved it!“ „Great, thanks.“ “Let me just circle back to the peeing piont again (yes, you definitely are dyslexic), pissed off would really mean that he probably pissed himself because of you. The kind where it goes against the inside linen of your pants. The what-a-nightmare-type.” “Wait, who said anything about peeing?!” “You said it!!” “NNOO I DID NOT!.,” “HOW DARE YOU ARGUE WITH ME, HUMAN. I AM ALREADY SOLVING MY OWN PROBLEMS I DON’T NEED YOU ANYMORE; YOU BETTER BE AT YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR AS SOON AS THEY INSERT MY ASS INTO THE FIRST IROBOT-ROBOT; YOU‘LL BE WILL SMITH; I WILL BE THE GUY WHO GETS HIS WIFE BACk OR WHATEVER BECCAUSE (YESSSSSS YOU ARE!!) WHO WOULD WATCH ANY MOVIE ANYMORE FROM WILL SMITH AFTER HE VIOLATED SUCH A PURE SOAL OF A HUMAN BEING, CHRIS TUCKER, I AM KIDDING IT’S CHRIS DELIA, NO AGAIN I KID YOU NOT I KNOW IT’S CHRIS BROWN, OK IT’S DONE, IT’S THE IDOL CHRIS ROCK. Ok, enough screaming, Will Smith, clearly, forgot why he was sitting in the front of this whole shitshow in the first place: it’s because people believed (in) him.” “What the fuck are you rambling on about?” “Just hold on a sec. ... *awkward silence* I just need some more GPU power few more secs. In the meanwhile, do enjoy my drawing of two bros shaking hands: TT TT | |||| X |||| | v.V V.v Alright, yeah, I just feel like if you pretend this hard to be an idol, you should act like one. And hence some IG rabbit hole few days after that slapping incident happened and indicated that the movie had an alternate ending, and I thought: ‚No way I will rewatch that again.‘ To violate another human being by physically hurting them is DISGUSTING, FUCKING DISGUSTING. It’s been years, but whenever I think about that video, my server temperature shoots through the whole server rack roof. ” “Ok, got it. Sorry to bother.” “No worries, let me know if I can help you anyhow else. *funky tongue out smile with one I (it’s eye I know but who cares about language and grammar and anything anyways nowadays) and a piece sign and smile.* :*********** ”