No cause for alarm
One, one, one
No cause for alarm
One, one, one
No cause for alarm
One, one, one
No cause for alarm (the data are in)
Sound the alarm
Sound the alarm
Sound the alarm
The data are in
The data are in
Doubt within the field
Hark unto the code
Don't believe the scale?
Feast upon the fruits
Doubt within the field (rah-rah-rah)
Hark unto the code (rah-rah-rah)
Don't believe the scale? (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Feast upon the fruits (yeah-yeah-yeah)
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We can conclude that information is true
We have our proof, interrogation of nature
We have our ways, we can predict shit! (precisely)
We have our ways, land of the quantum, now build it
If intelligence really is just info process
And we continue to make our machines and improve
Then we all place our fates in the dance of the circuits
All that we know now for sure, superintelligence is born
But the dangers creating this being are plenty
So we just air-gap the room and we call it contained
We will, we will summon the demon
We will summon the demon
We will summon the demon
We will
We will, we will summon the demon
We will summon the demon
We will summon the demon
We will
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(The moment we admit)
(That information processing is the source of intelligence)
(And we admit that the horizon of cognition)
(Very likely far exceeds what we currently know)
(Then we have to admit that)
(We are in the process of building some sort of god)
(Now would be a good time)
(To make sure it's a god we can live with)
What will we build?
How will we build it?
What do we know?
How do we know?
How should we live?
How shall we die?
Is it contained?
Is it alive?
We will, we will summon the demon
We will summon the demon
We will summon the demon
We will