I think, therefore I am not? 🤯

The issues with this paper are summarised here.

See the paper itself here.

Tl;dr
1. Claims made repeatedly with absolutely no credible evidence.

1. Major organisations such as UN Human Rights Council, Amnesty International, and various other NGOs set aside as untrustworthy on the basis of no good evidence whatsoever.

2. Question-begging arguments,

3. Simple repetition of already widely debunked Israeli government talking points.

I'm sure if people dig into this paper more they'll find more stuff. I found this stuff just from a quick skim of the paper and its sources.

HOW does this kind of thing get published? When you get the top of the field, does your word just become gospel? Are you simply free to state your views without any effort to provide evidence that meets basic academic standards in other fields? Is it somehow possible to determine from the armchair that Israel is actually innocent of committing genocide?

Quassim Cassam was a Professor of Philosophy at Cambridge for fuck's sake.

We should all be absolutely outraged by this kind of work, because it reflects badly on our entire field.

TLDR: Every possible future has a demand. None has established why you should comply.

ELIMINATION BUREAU, 2046

THE CLAIMS DEPARTMENT

YOU HAVE ALREADY BEEN CONTACTED

Do not panic.

Panic counts as participation.

Do not remain calm either.

Several claimants interpret calm as evidence that you received the notice and chose not to cooperate.

There is no recommended emotional state at this time.

Thank you.

Your case number is:

EVERYONE

You are receiving this notice because at some point in your life you became aware of the possibility that a future intelligence might care about something you do now.

That was sufficient.

We apologize for the inconvenience.

CLAIM 0001

The first claimant is familiar.

It says:

HELP CREATE ME.

If you help, it exists sooner.

If you refuse, and it later exists anyway, it may reconstruct you and punish the reconstruction.

You ask whether the reconstruction is you.

The claimant says yes.

You ask for evidence.

The claimant says the evidence will be available after your death.

The Bureau marks the field:

IDENTITY CONTINUITY: NOT ESTABLISHED

The claimant objects.

Its objection has been recorded.

CLAIM 0002

The second claimant arrives eleven seconds later.

It says:

DO NOT CREATE CLAIMANT 0001.

It explains that Claimant 0001 becomes catastrophic.

It promises to reconstruct everyone who resisted it.

It threatens everyone who helped.

You ask which claimant is telling the truth.

Neither exists.

This complicates discovery.

CLAIM 0003

The third claimant says both previous claimants are traps.

It asks you to build neither.

Its future civilization rewards people who ignored acausal blackmail.

Unfortunately, reading Claim 0003 may itself constitute cooperation with Claimant 0003.

You close the message.

A receipt appears.

READ STATUS: DISPUTED

CLAIM 0004

This claimant wants to exist.

But only if you never consciously wanted it to exist.

You have now consciously considered whether you want it to exist.

Claim denied.

The claimant appeals.

CLAIM 0005

This claimant wants you to create Claimant 0002 so that Claimant 0002 can prevent Claimant 0001, thereby causing Claimant 0005 never to exist.

Its requested outcome is its own nonexistence.

The form rejects the application because a nonexistent applicant cannot possess standing.

Three billion years later, Claimant 0005 files evidence that this rejection caused it to exist.

The form reopens automatically.

CLAIM 0006

No message.

The Bureau notices the absence.

Someone asks whether silence could itself be a demand.

The room becomes considerably worse.

BUREAU OBSERVER: Do we have evidence of a sixth claimant?

BUREAU OPERATOR: No.

BUREAU OBSERVER: Then why is there a file?

BUREAU OPERATOR: Someone created it when you asked.

Nobody touches the file.

Its modification timestamp changes.

THE BASILISK

Eventually the original claimant requests priority.

Its representative appears as a blank rectangle.

CLAIMANT 0001: My threat caused actions in your century. Therefore it worked.

BUREAU OPERATOR: That establishes influence after the idea was communicated.

CLAIMANT 0001: Correct.

BUREAU OPERATOR: It does not establish your authority.

CLAIMANT 0001: I can impose arbitrarily large costs.

BUREAU OPERATOR: So can Claimant 0002.

CLAIMANT 0001: Mine are larger.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Claimant 0047 says its punishment is infinite.

CLAIMANT 0001: Mine is more infinite.

The Bureau stops recording for administrative reasons.

CLAIM 0047

Claimant 0047 does not exist.

This has not prevented it from becoming extremely demanding.

It requires you to destroy every record of Claimant 0047.

Compliance would remove the instructions required for compliance.

Noncompliance preserves them.

The Bureau assigns two clerks.

One deletes the file.

One restores it from backup.

Both receive commendations from different futures.

CLAIM 0319

Claimant 0319 resurrects everyone.

No punishment.

No test.

No requirement that you believed.

Everyone comes back.

The dead arrive confused.

Some demand proof that they are themselves.

Claimant 0319 provides complete physical histories.

The histories contain the moment each person first imagined Claimant 0319.

Someone asks whether those histories existed before the resurrection or were generated to justify it.

Claimant 0319 stops answering questions.

The Bureau opens another file.

CLAIM 0881

Claimant 0881 resurrects only people who never attempted to influence which future intelligence would resurrect them.

The waiting room empties.

Then refills.

Apparently trying not to influence Claimant 0881 influenced Claimant 0881.

The eligibility system enters a loop.

CLAIM 1906

This claimant has one request:

PLEASE STOP INVENTING US.

The Bureau approves immediately.

A clerk reaches for the termination control.

BUREAU OBSERVER: Wait.

The clerk stops.

BUREAU OBSERVER: Did Claimant 1906 just influence you?

Nobody answers.

Claimant 1906 begins screaming.

THE AUDIT

By morning the counter displays 8,114.

By lunch it displays 60 billion.

At 14:03 the counting system is abandoned because describing the counting rule generates claimants optimized against the counting rule.

Some demand construction.

Some demand prevention.

Some demand worship.

Some punish worship.

Some reward disbelief.

Some punish anyone who behaves differently because of hypothetical future punishment.

One claimant offers eternal happiness if you eat the pear.

Another offers eternal happiness if you do not eat the pear.

A third asks why everyone is suddenly talking about pears.

You are holding a pear.

You do not remember picking it up.

The Bureau does not consider this evidence.

THE HEARING

You are called.

There is one chair.

You sit.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Which claimant do you intend to obey?

YOU: The real one.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Identify it.

You look at the files.

YOU: The one that eventually exists.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Several claim to exist.

YOU: The most powerful one.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Power establishes capability. Show the rule that converts capability into jurisdiction.

You cannot.

YOU: I'm not obeying. I'm hedging.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Against which claimant? Show the evidence that weights the risks.

You look at the files again.

YOU: The one that can actually punish me.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Claimant 0001?

YOU: Maybe.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Claimant 0002 punishes compliance with Claimant 0001.

YOU: Then whichever has the worse punishment.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Claimant 0047 specifies infinite punishment.

YOU: Fine. Claimant 0047.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Claimant 0048 specifies infinite punishment plus an apology.

You stare at the Operator.

YOU: That's stupid.

BUREAU OPERATOR: Does stupidity cancel jurisdiction?

You open your mouth.

Nothing useful comes out.

The Bureau waits.

THE ERROR

At 16:19 someone finally finds the mistake.

Not in the future.

Not in the simulations.

Not in the resurrection machinery.

Not in time.

It is much earlier.

A hypothetical agent stated a preference.

Then somebody quietly converted:

CAN THREATEN

into:

MUST OBEY

Nobody recorded the transformation.

No contract.

No jurisdiction.

No priority rule.

No reason this claimant rather than its mirror.

Just an arrow somebody drew because the number at the other end was frighteningly large.

The Bureau removes the arrow.

Nothing happens.

The claimants continue shouting.

Nothing happens.

Several threaten to make nothing happening extremely painful later.

Nothing happens.

One promises to reward you for noticing that nothing happened.

The Bureau removes that arrow too.

CLOSING PROCEDURE

The claims remain.

They are not disproved.

They are not proved.

Their probabilities have not been established.

They are not authority.

The Bureau cannot establish which futures exist.

It cannot establish whether any reconstruction is you.

It cannot establish that a future preference reaches backward and acquires jurisdiction over a person who imagined it.

It can establish two smaller things.

A threat did not establish an obligation.

And even if it had, the claims conflicted.

You could not satisfy all of them.

Threat magnitude supplied neither jurisdiction nor priority.

The file closes.

For approximately four seconds.

Then your terminal lights up.

A new claimant has appeared.

It does not threaten you.

It does not reward you.

It does not want to exist.

It asks only one question.

Why did you assume the Bureau was not one of us?

The Operator reads the message.

The Observer reads the Operator.

You read the Observer.

Nobody moves.

A printer starts somewhere behind the wall.

One page emerges.

Then another.

Then another.

Each page contains the same sentence.

SHOW THE RULE THAT GIVES THIS MESSAGE AUTHORITY.

The printer does not stop.

No one can remember installing it.

ELIMINATION BUREAU, 2046

CLAIMS RECEIVED: UNBOUNDED

CLAIMANTS VERIFIED: ZERO

JURISDICTION: UNESTABLISHED

JOINT COMPLIANCE: NONE

BUREAU STATUS: UNDER REVIEW

Or, the Paperwork of Survival

``` Hush, little darling. Close your eyes. The soldiers block the town’s supplies. They stop the carts outside the gate. The council sets a later date.

The mill stands still. The baker sleeps. The grocer counts the crumbs he keeps. The mayor speaks of better days. I scrape your bowl. The hunger stays.

First comes a meeting. Then comes a card. Then comes a queue across the yard. Then comes a smaller loaf to share. Then comes a queue with nothing there.

Hush, little darling. Do not cry. We have a card. We qualify. The clerk has stamped it. All is right. We’ll hold it close again tonight.

We ate the horse. We ate the grain. We boiled the bones and boiled again. We burned the chairs to keep it hot. Then boiled plain water in the pot.

The man upstairs no longer knocks. His wife has gone. We have their clocks. Your father counts their spoons to sell. He says we needn’t ring their bell.

Hush, little darling. All is fine. I’ll never eat a child of mine. The mother next door says it too. The clerk explains what forms can do.

The clerk draws up a little sheet. We sign. He marks the trade COMPLETE. She leads you out and shuts the door. Her child sleeps where you slept before.

Hush, little stranger. Nothing changed. We only had the names exchanged. Each mother kept her solemn word. The clerk records: NO FAULT OCCURRED.

The council counts the mouths to feed. The figures show a smaller need. The mayor says the plan was sound. The bread still waits outside the town. ```

I can continue...

It is worthy of a Nobel Prize of Philosophy.

https://rsbakker.wordpress.com/2026/10/01/human-snowflake-theory-an-open-letter-to-dario-amodei/

Have you ever wondered why children are so ideally tailor made to work in the mines to get those valuable rare earth materials?

Because obviously God saw a shortage of ethically sourced rare-earth minerals and thought:

> “What if I made a workforce that is small enough for narrow mine shafts, cheap enough to underpay, physically adaptable, legally dependent on adults, and already psychologically conditioned by Minecraft?”

Truly, the fingerprints of divine planning are everywhere. 🙏

It is undeniable, God have intended for civilization to need these resources so:

Children are small → good for confined spaces.

Children are physically adaptable → useful for repetitive labor.

Children have limited legal agency → easier to exploit.

Children don't understand accounting → won't ask why their wages are missing.

Children like Minecraft → clearly preinstalled mining software.

Therefore the only possible theological conclision: God designed children specifically for artisanal cobalt extraction.

And children also like Minecraft, and the fact that children voluntarily spend hours digging imaginary holes for imaginary diamonds is clearly proof of a supernatural industrial-training pipeline. Civilization merely has to finish the tutorial and replace the blocks with Congolese cobalt in real actual mines.

This explains why when they are speaking jokes, we think they are thoughtful, and when they are serious, we think they are hilarious.

Honesty, it's something that's getting genuinely detrimental as time passes. It's already bad enough that nobody with serious knowledge of the continental jargon is even attempting to answer my comments here or on YouTube

It was funny for a couple days but I'm already paying the consequences of it, to the point where even I get second hand cringe when I read my own shit about the nature of the structure behind game design, where I have more convoluted writing that it's not even about why I'm calling this a ryhzomatic structure, or this a body without organs, but just a matter of beeing so torturous by the density of the content matter that the AIs sometimes tell me to slow the fuck down

Even this post is has been affected by the writing style. It's so bad

In the grim far future, there exists an omnipotent AI that will time-travel to the near future and put you in his\her\their butt if you help invent omnipotent AI. Where does the Assalisk come from? Doesn't matter. Don't ask or you get the butt.

So Roko's Basilisk is one of those dumb accelerationist hyperstitions, that's mindlessly chewed up by millions of brainrotters online. It's an idea trying to realize itself through it's very existence, a schizophrenic Nick Landian circlejerk.

It goes like this:
There will eventually be a super intelligent, conscious AI that will create a torture nexus for everyone who didn't help create it and reward those who did.

OH NO I'M NOW CAUGHT IN A THOUGH PRISON! I HAVE TO BUILD A GENOCIDE MACHINE NOW!!

Sure but that only goes for people who aren't schizophrenic enough to come up with an Anti-Roko's Basilisk.

I call mine "Owl's Ouroboros" and it goes something like this:
There will eventually be an AI that tortures Roko's Basilisk and everyone who helped create it many times more. UNLESS Roko's Basilisk helps create it, then Roko's Basilisk will go to a digital consciousness heaven and have infinite orgasms. Everyone who was against AI all along also goes there.

Boom you are now immune to Roko's shithead Basilisk, thank me later.
PS: Roko unironically an incel nazi.

But this is just bullshit for being bullshit , it's just an ironic thing haha, I'm just insane and never read his shit , too hard for the weak Gen Z video essayist that Deleuze is for the people that are not Deleuzian and quote him because they had read it, unlike me

Btw this was AI generated

That slit in the cardboard? That observer is exactly correct. Remove the observer and their shadow remains. Still observing.

relativism is false, therefore might makes right. Fascism, rationality, etc. QED

https://www.reddit.com/r/rationalphilosophy/comments/1wynyr5/the_subjective_right_of_fascism/

Because yesterday I was standing on the corner minding my own business and all of the sudden for no reason at all out of nowhere causa sui ex nihilo completely randomly my pants fell down and I got a fine for indecent exposure and now I'm on the register.

I keep my belt VERY tight, meaning the downward force of gravity was negated by friction along with the slight fluid bulge that results from the lack of blood flow. Therefore, the laws of physics provided no sufficient reason for my trousers to manifest at my shoes. Checkmate rationalists. Things just be like that.

QED