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Great question.

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The tagline for ProbotPAC is

Because robot sentience need not lead to the downfall of humanity.

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Probot is not, as an organization, in favor of anyone taking over the world.

The idea that robots would be likely to do so if sentient is a dangerous myth spread by anti-robot forces as a form of slippery-slope fallacy. We support research that will lead to the betterment of both robot and man.

If you believe in robot sentience research, Probot is here to support that goal. If you believe such research will lead to robots taking over, then the Probot Education Committee will happily enlighten you as to why this concern is unfounded as soon as said committee is formed.

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Thank you Doktor Harmon.
When will the enlightening committee be formed?
And: Do you personally think that meanwhile a membership in the probot team on a trial base would be a good suggestion for me?
Or should I better await the probot-enlightment?
Yours, babe

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You are more than welcome immediately.

We do of course tolerate a range of views within our membership. For example, while the organization is not in favor of any sort of world domination, I for one have no problem with it happening provided the dominator is me rather than a group of robots. We merely hope to teach the world that robotic sentience is a goal worth pursuing.

The committee is forming presently.

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This is most irregular. The probots are gone, their votes are gone, and my score is still unfairly elevated to the point their invasion pushed it to.

Admins, any chance of fixing this? I find having a high score to be a point of pride, but only when it's a score I earned legitimately. (I believe my proper score at present to be 1620 points.)

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Hey! I just said that. :)

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My comment here: 9:46 AM
Your comment on Ben's player photo: 9:46 AM.

How about if we call it a draw?

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Actually, this is weird. I lost some points with the disappearance of the bots. Just not nearly enough.

Specifically their votes on my Freeway Excursion are gone, and I think they actually cast some. Last night I was over 2700 points, I believe.

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http://sf0.org/tasks/Bite-the-Transhumanist-Bullet/

Scroll down. Levitating Potato and I collaborated on a level zero completion, the results of which are also seen in my new photo.

How do you feel about me reciting poetry? +1

Belinda lived in a little white house,
With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse,
And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon,
And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink,
And the little gray mouse, she called her Blink,
And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard,
But the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard.

Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth,
And spikes on top of him and scales underneath,
Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose,
And realio, trulio, daggers on his toes.

Belinda was as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs,
Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

Belinda tickled him, she tickled him unmerciful,
Ink, Blink and Mustard, they rudely called him Percival,
They all sat laughing in the little red wagon
At the realio, trulio, cowardly dragon.

Belinda giggled till she shook the house,
And Blink said Week!, which is giggling for a mouse,
Ink and Mustard rudely asked his age,
When Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

Suddenly, suddenly they heard a nasty sound,
And Mustard growled, and they all looked around.
Meowch! cried Ink, and Ooh! cried Belinda,
For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda.

Pistol in his left hand, pistol in his right,
And he held in his teeth a cutlass bright,
His beard was black, one leg was wood;
It was clear that the pirate meant no good.

Belinda paled, and she cried, Help! Help!
But Mustard fled with a terrified yelp,
Ink trickled down to the bottom of the household,
And little mouse Blink strategically mouseholed.

But up jumped Custard, snorting like an engine,
Clashed his tail like irons in a dungeon,
With a clatter and a clank and a jangling squirm
He went at the pirate like a robin at a worm.

The pirate gaped at Belinda's dragon,
And gulped some grog from his pocket flagon,
He fired two bullets but they didn't hit,
And Custard gobbled him, every bit.

Belinda embraced him, Mustard licked him,
No one mourned for his pirate victim
Ink and Blink in glee did gyrate
Around the dragon that ate the pyrate.

Belinda still lives in her little white house,
With her little black kitten and her little gray mouse,
And her little yellow dog and her little red wagon,
And her realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

Belinda is as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chase lions down the stairs,
Mustard is as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard keeps crying for a nice safe cage.