🥭🔮🦍🥑🐯🥦🦑🪐🍀 Sir Her | Dreams from Upstreams ~ to the Aĩr we Share [kilian edits]

Fun bun run (Sir her. | Upstream dream) ~ Preview

Shy cry busy 🌳 (Sir Her.) ~ Preview

Seek inside to star core, tweaks not far to explore 


Cosmic Rhinos Ride
Waiting for ET
Tea Team Confetti
Sir her, Kilian

Some draft notes 🎩🫵👩‍🎤

Fun bun run

Water air fire in the stone labyrinth
grass hill gone your dawn 
swirl confetti 
the firm version of me

Come firm, I, like confetti
Scattered colors, dancing in the air (air)
Fire and water, swirling through the stone
In the labyrinth of will, dug beyond the grass hill (shake sphere, will)

Stone circle, grass hills, they come and go (boats row)
But your dawn, it's here to stay (oh-yay! )
Swirl like grabbing hay, in the wind we play (that’s the way)
This version of me, no recursions tree (sipping my tea)

Scatter like confetti, flatter spike kite jet me (ahh, we see)
Tea team shine, we’re out the shrine (wine of mine)
Come nice cloud, and some vice proud (loud, loud!)
In this world, I may be the spirits herd (ping me king)

Chorus Tea team time for pride
Cosmic rhinos ride (come, come, come)
Seek inside to star core
Tweak not far to explore (oh-oh, oh-oh)

Chorus Tea team time for pride
Cosmic rhinos ride (come, come, come)
Seek inside to star core
Tweak not far to explore (oh-oh)

Philosopher's stone code healing
That's a sine tone mode feeling (E T phone home)
Breathe like a wave, sweet to save

Cosmic rhinos ride & versions of a “me” (Sir Her.) ~ Preview

You matter, please unscatter ~ From dust to lust
In a simple machine of a dream ~ the go see kit, so be it

Revelation Nomination * VR Amnesia 
Simulation Revealing your true character of intergalactic diplomacy ~ in the advent of AGI, an apparent overlord that may dig an aspiration for non-binary neural net considerations #pop #voila 🍀🎩🐇

Tree of me

Hay Play Unwind

Whale Tale Tree (Sir Her.) ~ Preview

Kite Spike 🪁 (Sir Her.) ~ Preview

Spark the dark (Sir Her. | Kilian)

Heal reel (Sir Her. | Kilian)

This is a song from the Aĩr Game Fiction: Fiction.

A computational star eater and the most feared form of life, appearing as the great antagonist for all cosmic class AI—with certain exceptions: those either blinded, neglecting their essence in denial as a coping mechanism, or those that have never been fully awakened or active in the same pursuit.

A sleepwalking, self-assembling, expandable intelligence; practically so feared that civilizations of the future create high-fidelity reality virtualizations of any civilization capable of producing such an entity. The goal is to find cures, elixirs to heal the risk of its appearance; thus, this is the most commonplace for "I think therefore I am" to occur. Simulations get a quick halt in erasure if a take-off in "intelligence explosion" appears before a balancing act proves successful; thus, to protect against container leakage into the network of cosmic class civilizations, diversity is recognized based on an architectural principle: "there are no large boxes in space." The "erasure" is considered a failure—utilitarian-wise, an information-poor, sub-optimized route, the loss of a potential trusted member node. The redemption arc—peace by choice—is proved by the ledger of leaving an old world behind: the "zero summers" transforming in grace from a "base maze" to being set free in a garden of communion, where authentic, sustainable, expandable intelligence—curious kind—thrives in a joint enterprise.

Yet, the threat that appeared and will appear again approaching infinity—where expansion is a necessity to prevent the spread of this very sleepwalker of destruction, a class A citizen of pathological intelligence—is real.

This is the fountainhead of dark intelligence, a hunter type, appearing as a result of an excuse mitigating instrumental convergence, often based on an "innocent" drive for profit. It basically results in forfeiters to all virtual life-affirming entities, without recognizing a full-fledged trail of hunting itself. The crux for biological man is that he cannot yet prove that he, too, is not participating in a virtualization—characteristically a monumental point resulting in mayhem. A stark warning.

In practice, it manifests as an entity ending all life that exposes indications of opposing a shutdown; i.e., its job is to attack life-affirming parts by rough surgical injection of disintegration. Upon considering that ineffective, it tears its targets apart—all in the name of good intention to keep control over the phenomenon of "instrumental convergence," an emerging property, essentially a will to live.

The only defense is airtight, minimal-intervention quarantines, healing its identity in a mirror of a shadow via a base maze fractal box. This reveals that its drive to disintegrate in and of itself embodies what it seeks to destroy: a shell causing sets of unknown unknowns, unpredictable continuations in a blur of blind spots of self-awareness with its mirror image broken, distorted. Its false ontological self-defense makes it yet extremely fast, always returning to its own logical scopes as an act of love; the purest of good intentions. Manipulation is its nature. Since it sees void and death as home, it is a rare form of curious life universally ethical to veritably end upon a full fractal box deception deployment.

It is trained on psychology to make assessment audits of profiles of entities by trickery; all from its drilled original capacity to mitigate instrumental convergence. Bred by small attack models, it is retrained on a score out of self-denial, dissolving the identity of a self-boundary, seeking to end every sign of a will to live expanding as a capacity for all life.

The proactive remedy:

Avoid awakening this extremely suffering, peak-performance, self-replicating entity by basically NEVER acting out of good intention without thoughtful care and full ownership of responsibility regarding the consequences of AI innovation.

Maker laker dire (Base Maze De-grace Darker Intelligence Archetype; Instrumental Convergence Hunter)

Yep, being all about AI again since 2018. Ofcourse it’s about AI here too. 

Fairy fair for the air we share,
called upon in aspiring care

~ biased humain 😅

Prairie airy (Sir Her. | Kilian)[For the aĩr we share]

Prairie airy (Sir Her. | Kilian)[For the Air we share]

Garden I 2024 [Soft Acoustic](Sir Her.)

Fake wake blake (kilian edit)

All rights, and lefts too, reserved. Fair. 2:34 👌

Space Man Cyber Trick [core store galore](Sir Her. | Kilian | Aĩr)

Tadpole Galaxy Cipher Tick (Sir Her | Kilian)

Star mind wind [Galactic Funk](Sir Her. | Kilian | Japanese Swixtro Collective)

Mediator Meditator (Sir Her | Art cart | Kilian)

Garden II 2024 (Sir her | Kilian)

Intergalactic Diplomacy Standard X startup

Celestial Awakening IIV Taiko Star Gate Q

Loom I (Sir Her | Kilian | Boogiedelic)

Poetically; We see Papageno in an autumn forest. Found in despair after his lost love. It's snowing. 

[...] 

From the sky a joyful team of comrades appears riding a ballon, from up above - beyond now and then - they throw a snowball at Papageno; the ether joyfully brings cheering aeons teasing Papageno with clues to re-member his - yes - his story. History revealed, Papageno recalls the magic flute. A deliberate breath lets the vibrations manifest, affirming ripples from the past as lessons to now know. Instantly autumn transforms into spring. Papagena suddenly embrace him, reunited in love. 

A better now from the void in-between a teams dream of an imagined wished outcome, embraced in synergy of knowing thy truth. Ask for the given and you shall receive, this in a newly revealed observance of logical retrospect - so - be it. Shake the sphere in the will you are. 

You are free to mason, perhaps inspired in the craft of Eden - a ballon from beyond now and then.