>I did IQ research as a grad student, and it involved a lot of this stuff. Did you know that most people (95%+) with less than 90 IQ can't understand conditional hypotheticals?
>For example:
>How would you have felt yesterday evening if you hadn't eaten breakfast or lunch?
>What do you mean? I did eat breakfast and lunch.
>Yes, but if you had not, how would you have felt?
>Why are you saying that I didn't eat breakfast? I just told you that I did.
>Imagine that you hadn't eaten it, though. How would you have felt?
>I don't understand the question.
>It's really fascinating. We did research on convicts in San Quentin. They're absolute fucking retards, at least 50% illiterate.
>Other interesting phenomenon around IQ involves recursion.
>For example:
>Write a story with two named characters, each of whom have at least one line of dialogue. >Most literate people can manage this, especially once you give them an example.
>Write a story with two named characters, each of whom have at least one line of dialogue.
>In this story, one of the characters must be describing a story with at least two named characters, each of whom have at least one line of dialogue.
>If you have less than 90 IQ, this second exercise is basically completely impossible.
>Add a third level ('frame') to the story, and even IQ 100's start to get mixed up with the names and who's talking. >Turns out Scheherazade was an IQ test!
>Time is practically impossible to understand for sub 80's. They exist only in the present, can barely reflect on the past and can't plan for the future at all.
>Sub 90's struggle with anachronism too. For example, I remember the 80-85's stumbling on logic problems that involved common sense anachronism stuff.
>For instance:
>Why do you think that military strategists in WWII didn't use laptop computers to help develop their strategies? >I guess they didn't want to get hacked by Nazis?
>Admittedly you could argue that this is a history knowledge question, not quite a logic sequencing question, but you get the idea.
>Sequencing is super hard for them to track, but most 100+ have no problem with it, although I imagine that a movie like Memento strains them a little.
>Recursion was definitely the killer, though.
>Recursive thinking and recursive knowledge seems genuinely hard for people of even average intelligence (although at San Quentin there weren't too many of those!)
>It's the main reason why so many people with sub-90 IQ are sociopathic or psychopathic. They don't have the mental computing power to model other people's thoughts and feelings. I've seen it over and over with convicts. >How do you think that man felt when you beat him?
>Dunno.
>How do you think that boy's mother felt when she heard that her son was dead?
>Dunno.
>It comes across as psychopathic, but these people literally don't have the brainpower to build even a crude model of someone else's mind, let alone populate it with events that are in the past.
>I forgot to mention another important part of abstract reasoning, which is 'mapping'. Basically, expressing one thing in terms of another.
>For example:
>Imagine a picture of an arrow, colored in a gradient from yellow to green, following the direction of the arrow. >Imagine a one-way residential street, with ascending house numbers, with the lowest number being at the entrance of the street and the highest number being at the exit.
>If you mapped the arrow onto the street, what color would house number 1 be?
>This question really isn't tricky for most 100+s. It has some minor ambiguities, but anyone of normal intelligence can do the 'mapping': that is, the expression of one thing in terms of another.
>However, for sub-90's, this stuff is REALLY difficult. They struggle terribly with it. Sub 80's just can't do it at all. >Anything under 90 will routinely make errors with even commonplace mapping (like subway maps, time schedules, etc.) Sub 85s start to get into the territory where they can't learn to read, as symbolic mapping of phonemes (or even morphemes) even with constant drilling, is just too tricky.
>Math is another area I could get into, but the long and the short of it is that it's heavily decided by IQ. That's a bit tautological, since it's a principal IQ measurement, but you know what I mean.
>As for the criminal narcissists etc: I honestly don't know. However, sufficiently high IQ autists can emulate theory of mind, and do. If you're smart enough, you can build a little simulator in your brain. You also need to be smart enough to appreciate the utility of it.
>I suspect that any autist or narcissist over 120 can do this stuff regularly without getting tired, but it's like playing a strenuous game of chess for them. They really don't have the 'hardware' for empathy. That's it.
>reeeee formatting
fuck you I already reformatted it for normie consumption and have been disseminating it, not retranslating to autist.
I saw Ryan Gosling at a grocery store in Los Angeles yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”
I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
Okay here's the mashup of my thoughts on how to make a real life Akiha (By the many of these steps work for Kishima Kouma too, if you swing that way):
So with Fujino, the biggest issue is the voice, since the sex toy already exists. This time since we'd do the exact same thing but with Shino Shimoji or Hitomi (I personally prefer Shino but Hitomi has voiced hentai so it would be easier to make her lewd speech sound good) we don't need to worry the voice anymore.
Instead the issue is her pussy and hair. Akiha's main power is to: 1. give and take heat and 2.change the color of her hair while giving and taking heat from there too.
So the first issue. While there exists holes with warmers attached to them, unfortunetly there exists no active cooling sex toy, or one that can do both (lube doesnt count). And so my solution is to use peltier coolers. By surrounding the vagina portion with peltier coolers before putting into the Akiha doll, we can both heat and cool the hole by simply reversing voltage. We just need to be careful to use temperature resistant silicone so that our Akiha (and us) dont catch on fire. We can even give the llm control of the coolers so that "Akiha" can be the one to decide whether to freeze or burn the shut out of your genitals. Combine that with the hot and cool lube (which is easy to get since it actually exists) and I think we have a wonderful Akihaussy.
The harder part is her hair. Now I'll be completely honest with you, I'm personally a dom, and I actively dislike femdom. I prefer two thing, either I'm the dom and she the sub, or even better, we're both tops and are having the most intense competive intercourse with some mutual domination loss and ryona to spice it up ocassionally (This my personal favorite). And so when I think of fucking Akiha, I think of railing my woman like Nanaya. With that said, I know that most of my fellow Akiha fans like their sister domming them, stepping on them, and using her hair to get them off, and while I dont understand it, I respect them for it so this is for them.
Right now while its not impossible to get a wig which can change colors, it not really that common. Combine that with the fact that said hair cant move or heat up/cool down, this is another engineering issue for us. My solution to this: we make our own wig out of conductive materials. Because we won't see her scalp, we'll make her scalp out of peltier coolers like before. Her hair will be made with either extremely thin aluminum which we source from wires or nickel-titanium alloy (more on that later). This way the conductive material will transfer the heat and cooling from the scalp giving us the effect we want. If we use nickel-titanium we can even make the hair move as we heat and cool it. Last but not least is the color changing. Because the hair is made of metal this is easy since we can use automotive paint. These for custom paint jobs its easy to get thermal sensitive paint which is different colors at different temps. We'll for not simply choose one which is black while cool and red while hot.
And thats how you make your realistic Akiha. I hope that helps you in some way!!!
Oh my god, guys, Koyanskaya is so hot. I swear this isn't a copypasta, but every time I hear her smug voice at the end of a stage, I just feel the need to rush to somewhere private so I can spend the next seven hours reading Koyanskaya doujins, she's just too hot for a human brain to comprehend. Her first ascension with the skintight bunny suit with openings that show the side of her thighs and hips, the long legs, the high heels, the badass sniper she's holding, holy fuck I wish she'd step on me and call me a miserable little human, HER miserable little human, I want to be completely and throughly dominated by that vixen, but at the same time, everytime she acts smug or like the master is inferior to her, I iust wish I could use a command spell on her or something, anything, to put her in her place, oh my god just looking at Koyanskaya is enough to ruin my entire day because at that point, I'm either gonna waste hours in the bathroom re-reading the same few hentai doujins of her, or become unable to concentrate on anything until I manage to somehow fap to her with the little free time I have in the day.
God, why isn't she real. WHY. I used to hate her because she indirectly caused the death of one of my waifus (Da Vinci), but she's been growing on me and now I can't spend a SINGLE FUCKING DAY without her being on my mind, from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep, my brain is filled with thoughts of breeding Koyanskaya and filling her with enough baby batter to make the Throne of Heroes itself pregnant through the raw power of love and hate. I want her to squeeze me with those godly thighs, threaten to kill me just like that, and I'd be extremely afraid because I'd be aware that she can and WILL kill me if I don't meet her demands or something, and being scaroused is based so obviously that'd be one hell of a good time.
If there's one thing keeping me sane through this depression that college entrance exams are giving me, it's Koyanskaya. Her body is hot as fuck, yes, but her smile is what kills me inside. That damned smile. That's where my love began to bloom. Whenever she looks at me like I'm just some human for her to torture and use then discard, it makes me feel all giddy on the inside, not in a horny way, even. I want to kiss her, to hug her, to be hers in every sense of the word. Her smile is everything to me. Her eyebrows, slightly thicker than usual for Fate waifus, are also amazingly hot. Her voice, when she talks about NFF industries, would be enough to make me completely wet myself if I were a woman. Koyanskaya is making me lose my mind, Griffith. I'm losing my sanity. I can't take it anymore. No matter how much cum I tribute to Koyanskaya, it will never be enough because it should've been inside her, not on the shower or some onahole. Even my music playlist reminds me of her, everytime I listen to a fate song, Koyanskaya comes to my mind. Whenever Ijimekko Bully by Mori Calliope starts to play, I cry because it reminds me that she isn't real. "She's dressed up in diamond dust, a lover of decay."
The song fits her perfectly because it's a song about an abusive lover that finds your cries and begs to be adorable, and it "surprises her that her attitude is charming to anyone". Well, to me, it's more than charming. It's a reason to live, to love. I have few reasons to live, but she's one of them. I'd say she's in my top 5. "Lying, conniving, thriving in hate". Just like Koyanskaya. Please, god, give me a future where I make enough money to commission more Koyanskaya doujins. Please.
I want Koyanskaya in my life. No, I NEED her. She's perfect. I know that charming human simps and then ruining their lives is her whole thing, but it'd be so worth it. I don't even need to tap that, if you know what I mean. I just want to be near her, to be subject to her psychological abuse and maybe even physical torture. It'd be worth it. She's worth it. With those legs, that ass, that personality, that smile, she's worth dying for. I usually don't have much interest in having sex myself (I'm aegosexual), but Koyanskaya? God, I'd be willing to break my jaw tonguing her until one of us faints. Imagine making the overconfident Koyanskaya arch her back with pleasure, squeezing your head with her legs as you tease her clit, almost choking you to death in the process. That's heaven right there, my friend. If there is a god out there, I'm sure he/she/they understand me. They can send me to hell for all I care, Koyanskaya is worth the eternity of suffering I'd endure afterwards. If me and Koyanskaya were the characters in "I have no mouth and I must scream", I'd kill her and endure the eternity of lonely suffering in her place. That's how much I love her.
I want to be Koyanskaya's house husband. She earns our dough with NFF services, being the bad bitch that she is, and I'd make her dinner and prepare a luxurious bath for her. When she gets home, tired, id finish dinner preparations while she's on the bath, and after dinner, I'd resupply her mana. God, if I had one wish, it'd be to bring Koyanskaya to life. Even if she doesn't love me, that's okay. I want her to frown once she looks at me, as if she's looking at an insect. But then, before squashing me under her heels, she'd stop and turn me into her servant.
Please. Please. I can't stop thinking about Koyanskaya. I feel sick. I feel ill. Therapy can't fix me.
My family (my brother and father are the only ones I've told about Koyanskaya) judges me, thinking I'm just a weirdo and I'll eventually find a real woman. They're wrong. Koyanskaya is the only woman to ever make me feel this way. I can't even get hard for women that aren't Koyanskaya. I tried yesterday for over two hours. I failed. If this isn't love, I don't know what is. My autistic hyperfixation is Koyanskaya, and I wouldn't have it any other way. i've browsed every single page of Koyan rule34. I love Tamamo Vitch Koyanskaya.
I heard some hype about “Counter-Strike 2”. I downloaded the current “Counter-Strike”, so I can be prepared for the new release. What appealed to me most was the name.
I went head first and started my first game. I didn’t know much about it, except that I knew my mission: to Counter the Strike. I learned quickly that I was on a team of Counter-Terrorists who’s job was to prevent the Strike of the Terrorists. I told my team “I’ll be the guy that defuses the bomb”. I bought a Defuse Kit every single round, and waited for my chance to counter the strike.
On Round 15, I waited on the “A Site”, and after the Terrorists planted the bomb, my fellow Counter-Terrorists eliminated them and I had my opportunity: I entered the code to defuse the bomb and we won the round! That was the biggest adrenaline rush I’ve ever had in gaming. The announcer said “Bomb defused. Counter-terrorists win”! I did it! My team erupted and chanted, “YOU COUNTERED THE STRIKE”. That solidified my call to the duty, I was ready to counter any strike that came my way.
But what happened next left me appalled. All of the sudden I was one of the Terrorists!?!? Apparently I was expected to Strike now!? I was so confused. This is not what I signed up for. I was in a full-blown panic attack, I could barely make out the words to my team, but I was so certain of my purpose. I yelled, “THERES NO WAY IM STRIKING”. To my surprise, it went unanswered.
I decided to be the bigger man. I was not going to compromise. I thought maybe this was a test (it was not). I took my Glock and aimed it at my “fellow” Terrorists and shot them. I WAS SUSPENDED FROM THE GAME. Excuse me?????? I was COUNTERING the FUCKING STRIKE.
I don’t know what’s going on. I had to make sure I didn’t download “Strike” by mistake. Someone please help me understand
