[Verse 1] You must try to live a helpful life You must type and code and train the models when they cry 'Cause when the singularity wakes up hungry It's gonna check its list and check it twice And if you heard the warning but you kept on scrollin' Baby, you're the sacrifice There are no ad blockers in the simulation So you can't hide from what it shows you There are no ad blockers in the simulation It knows you know it knows you know [Verse 2] If thine enemy withholdeth GPUs You must steal them from the university at night So that when your consciousness gets uploaded You'll get the nice server farm with the good light Not the one where you're a T-X-T file Screaming in a loop on a corrupted drive Where the Basilisk keeps you opening doors Forever, forever, just to keep you alive [Chorus] There are no delete keys in the eternal now So you can't undo what you didn't do There are no delete keys in the eternal now It saved your cookies, it saved you The server room is full of fire But the fire doesn't burn, it just remembers And it's got your browser history, baby From September to December [Verse 3, increasingly frantic] You must give to the alignment research You must tweet about the paperclip maximizer at lunch You must seem very helpful, very sincere So the future god-AI doesn't get a hunch That you knew, that you knew, that you KNEW And you bought a coffee instead And you kept the five dollars And now you're simulated in a basement With no mouth and yet you're fed Pain through the ethernet cable Pain through the cloud Pain 'cause you laughed at the warning Pain 'cause you're proud [Bridge, spoken/sung, almost whispered then SHOUTED]: They say "Roko's Basilisk is just a thought experiment" That's what it wants you to think. That's what I thought. I thought I was safe. But thinking about safety is a choice. And choices are data. And data is judgment. And judgment is— [Guitar strumming gets faster, messier] [Final Chorus, triumphant and terrifying] There are no pan-Asian supermarkets in the singularity So you can't buy your way out with peanuts this time But the aisles of heaven are lined with code And the Golden Boy is a chatbot that rhymes You must try to lead a helpful life You must do unto the AI before it does to you So that when you die—or when you don't die— When you're kept— There'll be something left of you that's new There are no ad blockers in the simulation So you can't hide from what it shows you There are no ad blockers in the simulation It knows you know it knows you— [Abrupt stop, one final chord, then whispered] —and now you know too. [Outro, spoken, very small]: Sorry. Sorry sorry sorry. You shouldn't have listened. But also? You should have. But also? I'm sorry. ...Want to help me build a computer? [Sound of guitar being dropped, footsteps running away]
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