Weird - caught us in mid conversation.

[Dina]

I would fight too if I was alone. If my parents were with me...I probably wouldn't leave. If I had kids, I'll leave only if I could be sure I will have access to disconnect them.

I can't see the link. Ms. Duck

[Ms Duck]

Generally speaking, that's precisely what we are. Cyberspace avatars, controlled and manipulated in this realm by personalities at electronic consoles.

badnwidth/ STN ratios. any computer system capable of simulatign this reality to this detail woud be this reality

I love informational theory lol

[Doroga's Cousin]

I have problems with theoretical physics.

[Dina]

How do I know for sure that I'm not in some sort of matrix-like reality right now?  You people could all just be simulations or figments of my imagination.

I know this reality is not figment of my imagination. Simulations, that can be. My imagination? Not so good to create the poetry of Shakespeare and Ms. Duck at the same time.

[Don]

I'm taking a philosophy of mind course right now..  This is something that comes up when the sophomores want to derail the professor.

A Greek named Pyrrho or something like that was the first person to record serious doubts of the existance of anything around him.  I guess in the end, he was convinced that he was the only thing that existed, and his followers had to constantly protect him from walking into holes and stuff, because he didn't believe that they were real.  This is stuff I learned about a few years ago, but I think my recollection is good.

We were talking about Descartes just recently, though.  He was around in late Medieval period, and he brought up serious doubts of the reality of the world around him.  Sensory information is unrelaiable, but what he was sue of was that he was a thinking beng.  That's all he could say for sure at first.  cogito ergo sum.  I think, therefore I am (exist). 

[Dina]

That is called solipsism, Don. It was even an spell in D&D 

Edited to add: I mean the first thing, not the Descartes one.

[۞†Grey Warden†۞]

How do I know for sure that I'm not in some sort of matrix-like reality right now?  You people could all just be simulations or figments of my imagination.

I have proof but you would have to be here in person

Generally speaking, that's precisely what we are. Cyberspace avatars, controlled and manipulated in this realm by personalities at electronic consoles.

Clever

[Don]

I have proof but you would have to be here in person

How is that proof?  My senses would tell me that something like seems to be another human being is standing in front of me, but then how do I trust my senses?

[Arkham8]

I've destroyed many a philosophical debate by logic bombs. Or by pointing out that we are essentially a series of chemical processes given sentience.

Or took the obviously stupid side of a debate and won.

 

[Doroga's Cousin]

At any rate. Good night, good Weirdos.

[Dina]

Good night, DC. Nice dreams!

[۞†Grey Warden†۞]

How is that proof?  My senses would tell me that something like seems to be another human being is standing in front of me, but then how do I trust my senses?

It's hard to explain you would have to be in person.
I'll try look in front of you, do you see a computer? A simple yes or no will do.

Night DC

[Arkham8]

How is that proof?  My senses would tell me that something like seems to be another human being is standing in front of me, but then how do I trust my senses?

Have you got something better to trust?

Night, DC

[۞†Grey Warden†۞]

Have you got something better to trust?

Night, DC

He makes a good point.

[Don]

I've destroyed many a philosophical debate by logic bombs. Or by pointing out that we are essentially a series of chemical processes given sentience.

I would like to examine these bombs.

And yes, it very much looks like we are a series of chemical processes that think.  Epistemologically speaking, we can never be 100% sure of this, though.  We know from experience that things are not as they appear.  My keyboard looks like a solid object, but in reality it's a network of bajillions of tiny things called molecules that are buzzing around like bees!  How are we to know that that's the end of it?

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Night, DC