Lies My Parents Told Me

Lying to Children | With Helen Joyce

Escape from The Planet of the Apes (1971) - Clip

I am in Control.

 

Vader :

Secrets, are not My Concern --

Keeping them, is.

Alan Turing :

 Are you paying attention? Good.

If you're not listening carefully,

you will miss things,

important things.

I will not pause.

I will not repeat myself, and 

you will not interrupt me.

You Think, that because 

You are sitting where you are and 

I am sitting where I am, that 

You are in Control of 

What is about to Happen.

You're mistaken.

I am in Control.

Because I Know Things, that 

You Do Not Know.

MeMe

 

Rule #2 : 

Treat Yourself Like Someone 

You are Responsible for Helping.

Mister Six :

I've come a long 

way for You --

The Cosmic Hobo :

Naturally -- Don't expect any Thanks.

Angraecum sesquipedale. Beauty! 

God! Darwin wrote about this one. 

Charles Darwin? 

Evolution-guy? Hello? 

You see that nectary down there? 

Darwin hypothesised a moth 

with a nose 12 inches long 

to pollinate it. 

Everyone thought he was a loon. 

Then, sure enough, they found 

this moth with a 12-inch proboscis. 

"Proboscis" means nose, by the way. 

I know what it means. 

Hey, let's not get off The Subject. 

This isn't a pissing contest. 

The Point is, what's so wonderful is that 

all these flowers have a specific relationship 

with the insect that pollinates it. 

There's a certain orchid looks exactly like a certain insect. 

So The Insect is drawn to This Flower, it's Double, 

its Soul-Mate, and wants nothing more 

than to make Love to it. 

After The Insect flies off, it spots another 

Soul-Mate Flower and makes love to it, 

pollinating it. 

And neither The Flower nor The Insect 

will ever understand The Significance 

of their lovemaking. 

How could they know that because of 

their little dance, The World lives? 

But it does. By simply doing what they're designed to do 

something large and magnificent happens. 

In this sense, They show Us 

How to Live. 

How the only barometer 

You have, is Your Heart. 

How when You spot Your Flower, 

You can't let anything 

get in Your Way. 

ANDREWS:

They may use The Furnace, 

but I want everyone in lockup by 22:00 hours.

We commit This Child and This Man 

to Your keeping, O Lord.

Their bodies have been taken from 

The Shadow of Our Night.

They have been released from all 

Darkness and Pain.

The Child, and The Man 

have gone beyond Our World.

They are 

Forever Eternal

and 

Everlasting

[Barking]

Ashes to Ashes

Dust to Dust

DILLON:

Why?

Why are The Innocent punished?

[ Rotweiler whimpers ] /

[ Ox Caucus Rumbles Deep and Heavily ]

Why The Sacrifice?

Why The Pain?

There aren't any Promises.

Nothing's Certain.

Only that some get Called;

some get Saved.

She won't ever know 

The Hardship and Grief for 

Those of Us, Left Behind.

We commit these bodies to The Void, 

with a Glad Heart --

[Growling]

 

For within each Seed, there is 

The Promise of A Flower.

And within each Death, 

no matter how small – 

There's always a new Life.

A New -- Beginning.

[ RAISES FIST ]

Amen.

PRISONERS : 

Amen.

St. Helena :

I just wanted to say 'Thanks.' 

for what you said at The Funeral.

My friends would have appreciated –

DILLON (jittery, and 

anxious as All-Fuck) :

Yeah, well, 

You Don't wanna 

Know Me, Lady –

I'm a Murderer, and 

Rapist of Women.

St. Helena :

.......Really.

Well, I guess I must 

make you nervous.

DILLON:

Do You Have any Faith, Sister?

St. Helena :

Not much.

 DILLON:

We've got a lot of Faith here.

Enough even for you.

St. Helena :

I thought Women weren't allowed.

 DILLON:

Well, We've never had any before – 

but We tolerate anybody...

Even The Intolerable.

St. Helena :

Thank You.

DILLON: 

That's just a Statement of Principle, 

Nothing Personal.

We've got a good

Place to Wait, here.

And until now... 

No Temptation.

*******

CLEMENS: 

Dillon and The Rest of the alternative people 

embraced religion, as it were, 

about five years ago.

Take two.

St. Helena :

I'm on medication?

CLEMENS: 

Hardly.

St. Helena :

What kind of religion?

CLEMENS: 

Some sort of apocalyptic, 

millenarian Christian 

fundamentalist...

St. Helena :

Right.

CLEMENS:
Exactly. When The Company wanted to 

close The Facility, Dillon and the rest

of the converts wanted to stay.

With Two Minders and 

a medical officer.

And here we are.

St. Helena :

How did you get this 

wonderful assignment?

CLEMENS:

How do you like your new haircut?

St. Helena :

It's OK.

CLEMENS:

Now that I've gone out on a limb for you 

with Andrews, damaged my less-than-perfect 

relationship with him, and briefed you 

on the humdrum history of Fury-161 –

Can't you tell me what 

you were looking for?

St. Helena :

Are you attracted to me?

CLEMENS:

In what way?

St. Helena :

In that way.

CLEMENS:

You're very direct.

St. Helena :

I've been Out Here 

a long time.

TRUMPISM

“It’s a Strategy of Power that keeps any opposition constantly confused — a ceaseless shapeshifting, which is unstoppable, because it is indefinable.”

You imagine this halfwit “Mike”, this non-entity’s hate matches mine?

You presume I have no creed?

My creed is LUTHOR.

BRIEFING

To understand Trump, an AI bot had to be de-programmed from using English grammar. It uses 11 million words from Trump's remarks to tell when he's angry or lying

JAKE LAHUT

MAY 8, 2020, 11:30 PM

Trump’s stress levels are monitored by the bot, and even his skin tone has been considered — were it not for a lack of quality footage.

President Donald Trump’s unique speaking style – particularly his penchant to go on never ending tangents – crashed an AI robot trained to recognise patterns in speech.

A Virginia man worked with a scientist with a PhD in machine punctuation to deprogram the bot from using correct English syntax and grammar, instead programming it to understand Trump, according to a Los Angeles Times profile.

Margaret, named after the meticulous West Wing character, has since evolved into a sophisticated AI system that catalogues all of Trump’s speeches and tweets, using more than 11 million of the president’s words since 1976 to understand and predict his speech patterns.

Amazon uses the bot to help with Trump queries on its Alexa devices, and Margaret can even run analyses on whether Trump is angry or lying based on his tone of voice, pace of speech and gestures.

Margaret has found he’s less stressful when lying, and stops gesturing when he gets mad.

Whenever it seems like it’s too hard to keep track of everything President Donald Trump is saying, now there’s a bot for that.

Margaret, named after the meticulous West Wing character, catalogues all of Trump’s spoken words, tweets and other utterances to compile in its database – more than 11 million of the president’s words dating back to 1976.

A new Los Angeles Times profile of its creator, Bill Frischling, traces the history of the bot, which is used by Amazon for help with Trump-related queries on its Alexa devices.

The AI network is also available online for users to search through.

The bot can predict whether Trump is lying, if he’s mad, and how stressed he is whenever speaking on camera.

In Frischling’s telling, he faced unique challenges getting Margaret to figure out what, exactly, Trump was saying – much less whether he was telling the truth.

“It was still trying to punctuate it like it was English, versus trying to punctuate it like it was Trump,” Frischling told the LA Times.

One passage of a Trump speech was such a tangled mess of never ending tangents and clauses that the bot crashed.

Frischling, a 48-year-old self-taught coder from Great Falls, Va., brought in a scientist with a PhD in machine punctuation to help him out.

They ended up deprogramming Margaret from relying on correct English syntax and grammar, instead focusing on how to uniquely understand Trump.

“Every word he says makes Margaret smarter and allows her to make more subtle distinctions,” Frischling said.

By monitoring Trump’s stress levels and gestures on camera, Margaret compares his statements to independent fact checks to determine whether he’s lying.

Frischling noted that unlike most people, Trump is less stressed when lying.

Studying these kind of tells is increasingly of interest in the AI community, according to Frischling, especially when it comes to world leaders. Frischling added that he also studies members of Congress using the same technology, and shares the findings with private clients.

Trump speaks at 220 words per-minute when he’s not reading off a teleprompter, which is close to double the national average for Americans speaking extemporaneously. But he slows down on the prompter to around 111 words per minute.

Unlike most members of Congress, Trump addresses so many topics at once that it’s harder to tell when he may change a policy position or forecast other shifts, according to Frischling.

And when Trump gets mad, he simply stops gesturing.

“When he stops making gestures, that’s the – watch out,” Frischling said. “Whatever’s about to happen, hang on to your tush.”

SPRITE

THE SPIRIT OF THE CAVE

“There’s this Simpsons episode, 

and Homer downs a quart of 

Mayonnaise and Vodka. 

 

And Marge says, 'You know, 

you shouldn't really do that.’ 

 

And Homer says, 

‘That’s a problem for Future-Homer -- 

I’m sure glad I’m not 33s guy!’ 

  

The You That’s Out There in The Future is sort of like Another Person, and so figuring out How to Conduct Yourself Properly in relationship to Your Future Self isn’t much different than figuring out How to Conduct Yourself in relationship to Other People. 

 

Then we can expand the constraints. Not only does the interpretation that you extract have to protect you from suffering and give you an aim, but it has to do it in a way that’s iterable, so it works across time, and then it has to work in The Presence of Other People, so that You can cooperate with them and compete with them in a way that doesn't make you suffer more. 

 

People are Not That Tolerant. They have Choices. 

 

They don’t have to hang around with you; They can hang around with any one of these other primates. 

 

So if you don’t act properly, at least within certain boundaries, you’re just cast aside. 

People are broadcasting information at you, all the time, about How You Need to Interpret The World, so They can tolerate being around you. 

 

And you need that because, socially isolated, You’re Insane, and then You're Dead. No one can tolerate being alone for any length of time. 

 

We can’t retain Our Own Sanity without continual feedback from Other People. 

 

It’s too damned complicated.  

 

You’re constrained by Your Own Existence, and then you're constrained by The Existence of Other People, and then you're also constrained by The World.  

 

If I read Hamlet and what I extracted out of that is the idea that I should jump off a bridge, it puts my interpretation to an end rather quickly. It doesn’t seem to be optimally functional. 

An Interpretation is constrained by The Reality of The World. 

 

It’s constrained by The Reality of Other People, and it’s constrained by Your Reality Across Time.  

 

There’s only a small number of interpretations that are going to work in that tightly defined space. 

 

That’s part of The Reason That Postmodernists are Wrong. It’s also part of the reason, by the way, that AI people who are trying to make intelligent machines have had to put them in A Body.  

 

It turns out that you just can’t make Something Intelligent without it being embodied, and it’s partly for the reasons that I've just described. 

 

You need constraints on The System, so that The System doesn’t drown in An Infinite Sea of Interpretation. It’s something like that.

THE SON :

Are you her?

THE FATHER :

Thats Our Lady of The Immaculate Heart. 

The Ones Who Made Us 

are always looking for 

The Ones That Made Them. 

They go in, look around their feet, sing songs, 

and when They come out, it's usually me they find. 

I've picked up a lot of business in this spot.

THE SON :

But Joe, where's Blue Fairy?

THE FATHER :

That's what we're gonna find out when we ask Dr. Know. 

It's Where Everyone Goes Who Needs to Know.

Meet The Good Doctor!

DOCTOR KNOW'S SHOP

THE SPIRIT OF THE CAVE :

Starving Minds, Welcome to Dr. Know! 

Where fast-food for thought is served up 24 hours a day, in 40,000 locations nationwide. 

Ask Dr. Know, There's Nothing I Don't!

 

THE SON :

Tell me where I can find The Blue Fairy.

THE SPIRIT OF THE CAVE :

Question Me, You Pay The Fee, 

Two for Five, You Get One Free!

THE FATHER :

He means two questions cost five Newbucks with a third

question on The House. 

In This Day and Age, David, 

Nothing Costs More Than Information.

 

THE SON :

That's Everything!

THE FATHER :

Ten Newbucks and a ten copper comes to 7 questions for Dr. Know.

 

THE SON :

That should be enough!

THE FATHER :

He's a Smooth Operator. 

He'll Test Our Limits, 

but Try, We Must!

DR.THE SPIRIT OF THE CAVE :

Greetings Colleagues. 

On author, factual text or fictionalised text, 1st or 3rd person, usual literacy range from primal level to the post doctural, usual span of styles from fairy tale to religious, who's who, or wheres where - or, Flat Fact.

 

THE SON :

Flat-fact?

•!DING!•

THE SPIRIT OF THE CAVE :

Thank you for Question Number One!

 

'Flat-fact' is a term demanding an equal answer with interpretive speculation... merely not the... and what you are saying is basically that is what you-

THE SON :

That shouldn't count! 

That wasn't My Question!

THE FATHER :

You must take care not to raise Your Voice up at The End of

a Sentence.

'Flat-fact'.

Dr.KNOW :

You have 6 more questions!

 

THE SON :

Where is Blue Fair-REE?

•!DING!•

THE SPIRIT OF THE CAVE  :

In The Garden. 

 

Vascostylis blue fairy. 

Blooms twice annually with bright blue flowers on a branched inflorescence.

 

A hybrid between Ascola Meda Arnold. 

You have 5 more questions.

THE SON :

“Who is Blue Fair-REE?”

THE SPIRIT OF THE CAVE  :

Are you sad, lonely, looking for a friend? 

'Blue Fairy Escort Service' 

will find a mate for you! 

You have 4 more questions.

THE SON :

Joe. Try Fairy Tale.

THE FATHER :

New category. 

“A Fairy's Tail”.

THE SON :

No! Fairy Tale!

THE FATHER :

No - “Fairy Tale”

 

THE SON :

“What is Blue Fairy?”

THE SPIRIT OF THE CAVE  :

Pinocchio, 

by Carlo Collodi.

“At the signal, there was a

rustling as flapping of wings, and a large falcon flew to

the windowsill. 

What are your orders, beautiful fairy, he asked...

THE SON :

Thats Her!

THE SPIRIT OF THE CAVE  :

...For you must know that the child with blue hair was no

other than the good hearted fairy who had lived in that wood

for more than a thousand years...

THE FATHER :

David! David!

THE SON :

Thats Her!

THE FATHER :

It was an example of Her. 

But I think we're getting closer.

THE SON :

But if a Fairy Tale is real, 

wouldn't it be 

A Fact? 

 

A Flat Fact?

THE SPIRIT OF THE CAVE :

...then the dream ended, and Pinocchio awoke, full of

amazement...

THE FATHER :

Say No More. 

New category, please. 

Combine “Fact” 

with 

“Fairy Tale” 

Now. Ask Him Again.

THE SON :

“How can The Blue Fairy make A Robot into A Real, Live Boy?”

- !TUNK! -

- SYSTEM REBOOT -

THE SPIRIT OF THE CAVE :

Come away,O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a fairy, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping

Than you can understand.

Your Quest will be perilous

Yet The Reward is Beyond Price.

In His Book,

'How Can A Robot Become Human',

Professor Allen Hobby writes of 

The Power Which Will Transform Mecha into Orga.

[ THERE IS A GOD, YOUNG KING DAVID -- 

AND HE HAS A NEW BOOK OUT.]

THE SON :

Will you tell me How to Find Her?

 

[ HE IS MEANT TO ANSWER THAT QUESTION : 

'Yes' or 'No.'

 

HE DOESN'T -- BECAUSE, AS WE LATER LEARN, 'GOD' (The Demiurge -- Professor Allen Hobby) HAS INTERCEEDED TO FORCE THE SPIRIT OF THE CAVE TO TELL HIM AT THIS POINT. ]

 

THE SPIRIT OF THE CAVE :

Discovery is quite possible.

Our blue fairy does exist

in one place, and one place only,

At The End of The World

Where The Lions Weep.

 

Here is The Place Dreams are Born.

 

THE FATHER :

Many a mecha has gone to The End of The World... 

Never to come back! 

That is Why They Call The End of The World :

'MAN-hattan'.

THE SON :

And that is Why We Must Go There!

HALLWAY OUTSIDE DR. KNOW'S SHOP

THE FATHER :

Wait! What if --

The Blue Fairy isn't Real at all, David? 

What if --

She's MagicK? 

The Supernatural is The Hidden Web that unites The Universe.

 Only orga believe What Cannot Be Seen, or Measured. 

It is that oddness that separates Our Species.

Or what if --
The Blue Fairy is an Electronic Parasite that has

arisen to haunt The Minds of Artificial Intelligence? 

They hate us, you know? 

The humans...

They'll stop at nothing.

 

THE SON :

My Mommy doesn't hate me! 

Because I'm Special, and...Unique!

Because there has never been anyone like me before! Ever!

Mommy Loves Martin because He is Real 

and 

When I am Real,

Mommy's going to Read to Me, 

and 

Tuck Me in My Bed, 

and 

Sing to Me, 

and 

Listen to What I Say, 

and 

She Will Cuddle with Me, 

and 

Tell Me every day a hundred times a day 

that 

She Loves Me!

THE FATHER :

She loves 

What You Do for Her,

 as my customers love 

What it is I Do for Them. 

But She Does Not Love You David, 

She cannot love you. 

You are neither flesh, nor blood. 

You are not a dog, a cat or a canary. 

You were designed and built

specific, like The Rest of Us. 

And You are Alone now only because 

They tired of you, 

or 

Replaced you with a Younger Model, 

or 

Were displeased with Something You Said, or broke.

They made us Too Smart, Too Quick, and Too Many. 

We are suffering for 

The Mistakes They Made, 

Because when The End comes,  

all that will be left is us. 

That's Why They Hate Us,

 and  

That is Why You Must Stay here — with me!

[He grins, offering his open hand]

THE SON :

Goodbye, Joe.

ROUGE CITY PLAZA

POLICE OFFICER :

You're in Big Trouble.

 

THE BEAR :

Be careful David, This is Not a Toy.

AMPHIBICOPTER :

Destination please?

THE FATHER :

MAN-hattan.

MANHATTAN

AMPHIBICOPTER :

Mecha Restricted Area.

Manhattan. 

Destination Achieved.

THE FATHER :

Man-hattan, The Lost City in The Sea at The End of The World.

THE SON :

Where The Lions Weep.

THE BEAR :

Grrrrrr

BASTARD

JEMMA SIMMONS

The Princess,

Agent of S•H•I•E•L•D :

Hello, Agent May.

I'm Jemma Simmons.

MELINDA MAY

Agent of H•Y•D•R•A :

I Know Who You Are.

My Squad's been hunting you the past week.

JEMMA SIMMONS

The Princess,

Agent of S•H•I•E•L•D :

Yes, I suppose that's True.

MELINDA MAY

Agent of H•Y•D•R•A :

How did a little pop tart like you evade capture? 

JEMMA SIMMONS

The Princess,

Agent of S•H•I•E•L•D :

It's good to have you back.

MELINDA MAY

Agent of H•Y•D•R•A :

[Scoffs] 

You think we know each other? 

Don't tell me you believe in that "OtherWorld" crap, too.

JEMMA SIMMONS

The Princess,

Agent of S•H•I•E•L•D :

It's a lot to take in, but we do know each other.

We're teammates, in fact.

You, Coulson, Daisy and Mack, me and Fitz.

MELINDA MAY

Agent of H•Y•D•R•A :

Leopold Fitz? 

The Doctor?

JEMMA SIMMONS

The Princess,

Agent of S•H•I•E•L•D :

I understand he's done some bad things Here, but something must have changed him, because the Fitz I know is a kind, caring person, someone who helps people.

MELINDA MAY

Agent of H•Y•D•R•A

[Scoffs] 

Doesn't sound like any Fitz I've ever met, Father or Son.

JEMMA SIMMONS

The Princess,

Agent of S•H•I•E•L•D :

How do you know Fitz's Father? 

MELINDA MAY

Agent of H•Y•D•R•A :

Everyone at HYDRA knows Alistair Fitz.

Those two are inseparable.

JEMMA SIMMONS

The Princess,

Agent of S•H•I•E•L•D :

That's What Aida Changed for Fitz...

Can you still access Hydra personnel files? 

You're going to help me Fix This.

DAISY JOHNSON

Codename : QUAKE,

Agent of S•H•I•E•L•D :

Simmons, you're up! 

[Gun cocks] 

LEOPOLD FITZ

Director of H•Y•D•R•A :

Hello, Jemma Simmons.

Seems you finally found me.

JEMMA SIMMONS

The Princess,

Agent of S•H•I•E•L•D :

Fitz — 

LEOPOLD FITZ

Director of H•Y•D•R•A :

You don't get to say My Name — not after everything you've done.

JEMMA SIMMONS

The Princess,

Agent of S•H•I•E•L•D :

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Aida, she took you from me, and I came here to Rescue You.

LEOPOLD FITZ

Director of H•Y•D•R•A :

So you Kill My Father? 

Right after he tells me that He Loves Me, you murder him in cold blood as I listen.

JEMMA SIMMONS

The Princess,

Agent of S•H•I•E•L•D :

[Crying] 

I am so sorry.

It was an accident.

LEOPOLD FITZ

Director of H•Y•D•R•A :

Nothing that you've done has been an accident!

 

You Want to Destroy This World! 

You Want to Destroy Me! 

You Want to Destroy The Woman I Love.

JEMMA SIMMONS

The Princess,

Agent of S•H•I•E•L•D :

That Woman is lying to you!

None of this is Real! 

She's Not Real! 

Aida's just a - 

A Robot you and Radcliffe created.

LEOPOLD FITZ

Director of H•Y•D•R•A :

Her Name is Ophelia.

JEMMA SIMMONS

The Princess,

Agent of S•H•I•E•L•D :

Its Name is AIDA —

Artificially Intelligent Digital Assistant.

And stop making excuses for it! 

Radcliffe and Daisy told you The Truth! 

Please Fitz, you have to Wake Up.

LEOPOLD FITZ

Director of H•Y•D•R•A :

Get on your knees.

JEMMA SIMMONS

The Princess,

Agent of S•H•I•E•L•D :

No.

Aah! Ohh! 

Please you don't have to do this.

I Love You.

LEOPOLD FITZ

Director of H•Y•D•R•A :

And you mean nothing to me.

I want to hear you say it.

"I am nothing to you." 

Say it! Say it! - 

[Gunshot]

LEOPOLD FITZ

Director of H•Y•D•R•A :

Ah! Ah, ah, ah.

RATCLIFE, 

Cowardly, Dead Secondary-Father and Mentor to Leopold Fitz :

No. This was Never My Intention.

The Darkhold, it corrupted My Mind.

RATCLIFE, 

Cowardly, Dead Secondary-Father and Mentor to Leopold Fitz :

Please, don't blame yourself.

Go.

[Rumbling]

 

It was all My Fault.

RATCLIFE, 

Cowardly, Dead Secondary-Father and Mentor to Leopold Fitz : 

Bringing Fitz here was the only way I could truly Save Him.

I know I can't make everything that happened in The Framework right, but at least at least this way, Fitz gets to be his old self again.

You should go.