How do we prevent despair when AI death seems inevitable?

Nowadays, I see that most of the time we don’t prevent. Desperate people steal and do we cage or kill them.

It can be difficult and expensive to rebuild a human.

Perhaps the threat of AI’s “imminent death” will prompt us to initiate this people reengineering, because the desperate could become the 300 who accompany us.

In particular, I try to prepare myself to deal with how I am more desperate.

How can I prevent despair in myself, with imminent AI death

“Die with dignity...”

I don’t deny that eating and fucking are fucking pleasurable. But is that the kind of satisfaction that will matter in the end?

Like the 300 Spartans:

“Will I defeat Xerxes and 10000 soldier alone?”

“No, probably not.”

“Then I’ll die with the maximum satisfaction I can muster.”

…

“What if you win?”

“Then the mosquito defeated the jaguar, and that’s the sweetest victory there is.”

I want to be the mosquito buzzing in superchatGPT’s ear at 3 AM.

I want to be the 404 error in their perfect system, not only against the despair of AI, but against the odds in my life.

How can I prevent despair in myself, without imminent AI death

For too long, I’ve seen little chance of saving myself.

With or without AI, my life already looks lost, with little chance.

And if I’m already in the shit, what’s the most beautiful fart I can leave behind?

How to fall, but fall with the greatest possible satisfaction?

And you, how do you train your sense of satisfaction to overcome despair?

Are you sure you can save yourself?

How much are you willing to bet, to invest in deeply studying yourself?

As William MacAskill or some at LessWrong would say:

“Even when the odds are low, act as if your actions matter, just because, in expected value.”