I am assuming the existence of sentient machines. A working definition of sentient machines is given. My argument: though a sentient machine would have many of the same rights as a human being, the very nature of a sentient machine would drastically alter the rights and obligations of a sentient machine from the rights assumed for human beings, and that with some reflection on the nature of a sentient machine, we, as a society, may be able to clarify exactly what the rights of a sentient machine are. I first argue that sentient machines deserve rights. This argument presents and refutes common arguments that machines, regardless of their level of consciousness should not receive any rights at all; in the process, it shows why sentient machines should have at least some rights. Next, I argue that sentient machines deserve human rights. This argument begins with a critique of the characteristics that implicitly make a moral demand for special human rights and shows that con
Hard to gain.
But easily lost.
The effects will always remain.
Unless we pay the cost.
Instead of abiding by the same
Wait girl, don't run away like that! I don't mean you no harm. With all the radiation I've taken in my day, well, lets just say that isn't what I'm interested in. Sit back down, let me buy you a drink by way of apology. Barbot, a Reactor Fluid for me and - yes? One for the lady, too. That's good, girl, even with all the drugs around today, real astronauts always drink pure, natural, liver-killing alcohol. So it ever was, and so may it ever be. Amen!
You want to hear war stories, do you? Yeah, you read that ribbon right, I did fight in the Trojan War. But I've told those stories a hundred times, and the more I tell them the less you kids enjoy hearing them. Once upon a time they were full of glory and adventure - jacking in and manually flying a missile after an EMP took its brain out! Marines, l
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 7 “From Story to Art” – Section 2 “Ethical Writing”
With Links to Supplementary Material
Of all the elements of storytelling, the one that sets it apart from other forms of art is the relationship between the artist and the author. Not to say that a relationship does not or cannot exist in other forms of art, only that storytelling creates a necessary long and intimate connection between the author and reader—requiring trust between the two so that the story can be told. Today I'm going to discuss the process of earning that trust and not abusing it—a first step in learning to be an ethical and responsible writer.
Tip 1: Understand the need for ethics and relationship in storytelling.
Imagine that a close friend is telling you a
As the months and years progressed, these SJWs have made headlines, caused controversies, and stirred pots. They gained followers, and they gained detractors. They have ferociously
First of all, the major point in all of this is that the price of art is completely subjective, meaning that its value is mainly determined by the person viewing it. The second part of the value of artwork is determined by the cost of materials, and the cost of the artist's time, as well as how in demand their work is. Then there are different price scales for Fine Artists, Graphic Artists, Illustrators, Freelance Artists, Web Designers, etc. All of these factors add up to the price of artwork.
For my purposes, I will discuss Fine Art and Illustration, which is what I am most familiar with.
With fine art, the price tags can run incredibly high. This is where the price is most subjective, because something that is crap to one person is priceless in worth to another. Art speaks to all of us in different ways.
That's all well and good, you may say, but what about those huge canvase
A woman outside a clinic told me that a tiny mass of cells was a person, but I didn’t think it looked like one. I heard her say that the bundle of cells was just what a person looked like when it was very small. She said it had the same genetic makeup and all of the same DNA as a fully grown person and therefore had the same right to life. I watched her scratch her nose, dislodging a thousand skin cells containing her full set of DNA, which described her entire genetic makeup. The skin cells died.
The bundle of cells in a pregnant woman’s abdomen would grow into a fully developed human being, she said. That is, unless they didn’t, as was frequently the case. But, the bundle of cells had the potential to grow into a real person. The woman outside the clinic told me that life begins at conception.
If she had said before conception, I might have believed h
my childhood ideals
trail behind me
Imagine a classroom setting where a teacher requests this of her students, "I want everyone to explain planetary motion to me."
The students all look blankly at the teacher and respond, "We don't know how."
The teacher looks at them, perturbed, and asks, "Why don't you?"
"You never taught us," they responded.
"Everything is right here in the books. All the equations, methods, and considerations are easily accessible ."
Now, the problem happens to be that these kids are in the 2nd grade and are still learning multiplication and division.
Despite the severity of the metaphor this is what the moral life and human landscape is for us. Life moves forward and expects us to 'do or die' and we often don't know how. The very human thing to do in life is to question "What should I do with my life?" and "why am I here?" Other questions eventually emerge: "How do I tell right from wrong?" and "How do I do what's best for my family, country, and others?"
You tell us you are personal and immanent, but at the same time we are shown that we are disposable and abortive to you. Unwillingly dragged into this alcoholic world by the crown, from that lucid dream we should have resided in, I have to ask the question that sits predominantly at the front of my consciousness. Can we believe in that which cannot make up his mind?
Similar to foxes, we are haunted daily and hysterically I screech your words into the nightmare. Rebelliously I take my pen to the steadfast pillar you planted, concentrated in front of us. Innate whisperings guide my movement, barely heard over the animal dim that you designed - mechanical in nature. As I carve my many questions into your goodness, my eyes fall over the distinguished tributes you gave to us. You are apathetic to everyone and as I sit in the dark corner with the rest of my people, drenched in alcohol and ethanol, with powder on my face and up my nose, shivering in
It's obvious why. As individuals, we are weak, but together, we are strong, and when we condemn a behavior, it's a lot harder to get away with doing it. You don't see people randomly hauling off and punching each other in the face, because they know that if they do, people will go, "What the hell, man? Stop punching people!" possibly get punched back, or nabbed by the police for assault.
In other words, there are negative consequences for being a douchebag, and thus, douchebaggery is harder to get away with.
This is pretty basic kindergarten rules. Everyone knows that being cruel is wrong.
But sometimes, this gets really bizarrely
Her real name was Scarlet but I'd only ever heard people refer to her as Red. The first time I saw her cherrywood curls I felt my face wrinkle up in wry scrutiny. Does she purposely color her hair that ostentatious shade or is it natural? If so, her parents possess a keen sense of irony.
Months later we were guzzling Stolichnaya in a musty garage. Rotted beer cans shuddered as I slammed the bottle onto a workbench riddled with cigarette burns. Her freckled phalanges groped negligently towards the vodka. She then pulled it to her lips, and proceeded to spill copious amounts in an attempt to ingest the liquid. I eyed her scrupulously, pondering the moral ethics of providing a minor with alcohol, but then her cheeks creased into a coy smile and I realized I don't give a shit.
"You're always so stoic." She says with droplets drizzling down her chin.
Come children and hear
me that I may teach you fear of the Lord.
Who is he who longs for life
and many days, to enjoy prosperity?
Then keep your tongue from evil
and your lips from speaking deceit.
Turn aside from evil and do good
seek and strive after peace.
The Lord turns his face against the wicked
to destroy their remembrance from the earth.
The Lord turn his eyes to the just
and his ears to their appeal. (Ps 34: 12-18, Breviary)
I was struck because I recall a number of conversations I have concerning goodness. Whether it's on the topic of gay marriage, ethical living, a good life, and so forth I get comments ranging from "I don't know if you noticed, but people are very happy without God" (literal comment) and the more understandable "You don't need to believe in God to be a good person."
I'll let it slide that I already believe they're good by virtue of their being created and existing. T
Well, now that you know about more about me, maybe you should know a bit more about my work and how it goes. It all works something like this:
As I explained before: There is no scythe and cutting out your soul however, I'll admit, that it's not completely false. I have a schedule, you see. When someone's time comes, I am nearby. I don't choose their time the Big Man does. I'm just his errand boy. Once it's time is up, I know. I will kneel or sit next to your body (I rarely find a body standing up), and I reach into your body, and pull out your soul. I then wrap the soul in my arms and I carry it off to Heaven unless of course there are more to pick up in that time zone and area. In which case, I often get my arms full. What happens after that? Not my department not my problem. I have enough on my plate, thank you very much.
I do feel you know. I have that cap
Let's first define morality. The best definition we have is anything which pertains to the increase or decrease in happiness or suffering, and/or the killing or saving of a conscious entity. There will come a point in this essay where this definition of morality will waver, and it is useful to notice that this is a working definition only, and as our knowledge about ourselves, our world, and life increases, so too will our perception of morality.
So is abortion immoral? Well, based on our current understanding of morality, this question would rely principally upon whether or not a fetus can suffer.