At first I thought this was an announcement from Microsoft.

According to my extensive 30 seconds of research, the difference is that a sauce is an integral ingredient, but a condiment is added after the dish is served. In which case, ketchup can be either or both, even in the same dish.

Each decade of age took me half as long as the previous one did.

0-10 took forever

10-20 took 20 years

20-30 took 10 years

30-40 took 5 years

And I fear it only gets worse.

Let us, like Him, hold up one shoe and let the other be upon our foot, for this is His sign, that all who follow Him shall do likewise.

Reminds me of the old trick on HTML forms where you use CSS to make one of the form fields invisible to humans and reject any submission that filled in that field.

E099: PROGRAMMER IS OVERLY POLITE

I sold gmail invitations on ebay.

The problem is that an AI built to maximize paperclips might conclude that converting the planet to paperclips is an acceptable cost of maximizing paperclip production. It might understand why humans think it’s bad to convert the planet, but disagree. It would need to be explicitly programmed to prioritize human life over paperclips.

otherwise we would just switch it off

If it were super-intelligent, it could probably trick us into leaving it turned on.

What, am I meeting the Pope or something?

A paperclip maximizer driven by self-preservation? What could possiblie go wrong?

The problem is that you’re using Windows 95.

Are there examples of censorship or prior restraint you’d like to highlight?

What, never?

252.6 hours played, last played October 2024.

It’s enjoyable, but I’ve never been really engaged with it. There’s no progression, I don’t feel like my character, equipment, or ships are getting better even though I’m upgrading things. No planet is special, even though they’re all unique.

I think it would be better if you started out in a “settled” region with interesting factions, hand-designed planets, optional quest lines, etc. The infinite procedurally generated stuff would come into play if you push beyond the edges of known space.

What, no avocado toast?

So… it’s an order, then?

1945 is a very cherry-picky cutoff.

Bill Nyehilism is for me.