The plot, it thickens
Hello all you happy people! I’m Josh, and we have nothing but good news on the AI front this week. I’ll link you some articles:
https://www.ecb.europa.eu/press/blog/date/2026/html/ecb.blog20260817~754a8a4418.en.html
https://futurism.com/artificial-intelligence/economy-ai-generated-value
Ah, to be there when the bubble bursts and all the fucking thieves and plagiarists out there lose all their money.
Speaking of AI… yes. This is the episode where the real plot of GiTS begins. And where we finally meet the Puppet Master! In the flesh, so to speak.
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And a pervert, apparently.
People keep mistaking Motoko for robots. She should sue for discrimination.
I think that’s our garbageman from episode two?
Aramaki is really freaking short.
Okay, so maybe it’s not just Oshii who is fascinated with drawing tits in the most disturbing ways…
Why put a thinking being, artificial or otherwise, in charge of an automated line? For that matter, People’s Republic of China, why would you put humanoid robots in a factory? We changed to non-humanoid robots because humans are really inefficient at running automated factories!
FBI vs CIA, Japan style
I wish I could type that fast. Because Masamune is a nerd, he actually explains why super-typing is a necessary skill in a world filled with cyberbrain interfaces: not all computers are online, duh. Air-gapping remains one-hundred percent effective. Ergo, sometimes you need an external connection. Like a keyboard!
The MAG Union… yup, that’s definitely this adaptation’s version of the American Empire from previous GiTS works. And also Appleseed.
The likelihood of modern LLMs spontaneously developing consciousness is low. And the possibility of them doing it in secret is even lower, given the techno-fascists need for adoration and approval.
Of course, as soon as we create an artificial intelligence, a real one, that is indistinguishable from human intelligence… well then. Legally, it is a human. The Puppet Master would have the same rights and responsibilities as Aramaki or Motoko. So they would probably go to jail for a long time… but the consequences for their creators/enslavers would be much higher.
No, you really don’t. All intelligence, organic or otherwise, is bound to a physical body and location. And physical bodies are subject to entropy. They die. Whether it’s a computer system or a human body, the physical form dies off eventually. It has to; decay is how important nutrients return to the soil so that other living systems can grow. A truly immortal system is static: no new life, no kids, nothing. Immortals cannot grow.
If anything, an AI would be even more subject to decay and entropy than a human being, because their tech would get replaced and outdated regularly. Moore’s law and all that.
Jackass. You’re the one who attacked Section 9
Nakamura isn’t a complete moron. He knows something is up.
Poor Togusa. Dude just can’t catch a break.
Who’s this guy? He’s not one of the main Section 9 members. New recruit maybe?
Cops bend or break the law all the time. Setting up a phony financial transaction is probably nothing new for Togusa.
Yeah, he’s definitely chasing a decoy.
Batou, you’re still kind of a dumbass
I think he broke!
That’s a big ass battery.
Future Japan has a major problem with top officials defecting.
Batou, you’re a jackass.
Stock market manipulation. Thank Godzilla our current techno-fascists haven’t figured out that particular trick. Yet. But as soon as they do, we are fucked.
It’s kind of funny to me how writers and artists imagined a greater level of AI than the tech bros ever have. The techno-fascists just see a new kind of slave. Writers and artists see a new kind of human being or even a god.
GiTS always had philosophical pretensions. Man-Machine Interface and Innocence didn’t make that out of whole cloth. The difference is that GiTS, and SAC, was better able to balance out the plot and humour than some of the sequels were.
This series has an irritating habit of cutting off right as the plot gets interesting.
