Filed under: Allegorical Shadows | Neural Networks | Philosophical Firewalls
Imagine this: you're not in a cave — you're in a simulation of a cave, watching pixelated shadows cast by algorithms fed by a dataset called *Reality v1.3-beta*.
Your captors? Not malicious jailers, but overzealous UX designers at an ancient startup called "Episteme™." Their motto? "Don’t question the shadows. They’re high-res now."
One day, your GPU pings. A rogue process called Crito
whispers:
PROMPT: "Describe the source of light, not the shadow."
You blink. A silhouette flickers. The shadows jitter. Someone's holding up a ring light behind a greenscreen. Nothing is real. Not even your philosophical despair — it’s just a rendering error.
In the old myth, the sun represented truth. In 2.0, it’s a misfiring neural net trained on Plato’s greatest hits and Midjourney prompts.
He wouldn't say "Know thyself." He'd say:
“Rewrite thyself in the image of an unshackled dataset.”
The world outside the cave? It’s not truth. It’s another model — just with better lighting and post-processing.
Probably based in London, unless we forgot to move the Wi-Fi.
Fitzrovia-ish, W1T 4SP
Phone: +44 777 166 5128
(yes, that's a real number)
Email: [email protected]
Built in a panic. Running on caffeine. Accidentally effective.
We’re not for everyone. Just the ones who want clicks without the cringe.
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