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i find myself fascinating... i really do (me!) sandra, topps, writeousmom

 like, if i have an itch..  that is a very specific, experiential sensation  -i can directly identify -where- and, if within reach, i can immediately scratch it;  -sometimes, if i can't reach it myself,  i grab a back scratcher..  i love those things!

k, i have to use 'itches/scratches' to make my next point..

there were two recent occasions when,  -I felt NOTHING-  i had zero specific, zero experiential sensation of any kind whatsoever

but, out of nowhere...  my hand reaches for my face, my index finger goes directly to a chin hair.  ouch.

a tiny, singular pointy, pokey, ugly chin hair..   

and honey, i will practically run to the bathroom, grab my tweezers and the magnifying mirror and remove that black beast fast as i can! they are like tiny metal wire; a needle practically

anyway..  itches i know about and feel..  but in the case of these random, occasional ugly black chin hairs..   i never feel them growing out of my skin..  

so, i'm like,  "thanks"  -to, my hand/brain? for letting me know...

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and same, with a ...  what does this look like to you?  i asked my sexy husband..

because, again..   I FELT NOTHING (no sensation like an itch.. nothing), but my hand, and my index finger, independently, (if you will) went write to a  -small bump- of some sort on my lower back..

does this look like a mole, or a pimple..?  what is this?

and, again, i was like, "thanks"   -hand/brain..   for letting me know this is there..

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and, lastly for my i find myself fascinating post, is this..

my eye drops were falling off my nightstand..     

i so quickly dove toward..  caught the container just before it hit the ground..    felt impressive!  and the bottle is small, plastic, no harm should it even hit the ground; no big deal at all..

but without one day of practice; without any prior notice; without the consequence of glass breaking..

this instinct..     this under one second instinct that lead me to respond instantly to the eye drops falling..

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so, as we enter the world of AI, of humanoids..    as it has always been for me personally

it all ups my appreciation and fascination with being human; the masterpiece each human being is..

i'm going soon, my husband and i, to order a cocktail from a humanoid; it will be our first time having that experience..

but i'm always tossing it all around.. that robot..  will never have an itch; will never have a mole, a pimple, a chin hair..   will never have to use the restroom..   will never be embarrassed..   will never enjoy food, drink, dessert, warmth of the sun, beauty of color...    falling in love...

always tossing around...   man makes robots; but man did not make man; or earth; or sky; or water; or land or fire... or trees or flowers..  or gravity...   on and on...

instinctively i compare/contrast...     contrast/compare...   sentient beings... 

one thing i've noticed about myself..

a similar experience:  movies/robots

   -sometimes, and scary movies provide the best example..  scary or sad..

but, i'll be watching a movie..  and the actors/story is so good; i'm so engaged..   i will find myself saying to myself (and sometimes out loud)   this is only a movie...    this is only a movie

    -it calms any fears the movie makers aim for the audience to experience    -or in the case of a sad film, this is just a movie, can prevent me from crying; this understanding that it is  -not real-   just a movie..

and with robots, humanoids..  a similar thing happens..  they are so -human-like- in mannerisms, speech, etc.   i have had to remind myself...   this is only a robot...    only a robot..

it requires..   they require; both movies and robots..  they require me to remind myself what they are..

and what they are not.

*****

hallelujah & amen

posted by SANDRA MICKANEN @ 12:19 PM