It's not usual for a Tetratopian to get more than half a billionth of the credit for the sum total activities of Modernity. There are two billion Tetratopians; it can't be usual, credit has to add to one. And being in Star is special, and having ambition is special, and it seems easy to hit that absolute bar of being special. 

Kal wasn't that special, when she started life, not born in the unusually good position that disproportionately many of the people who end up doing great things end up being born into. And that's no obstacle, your impact is what you do and what you are, if you do good actions and believe true things you can be great. There's plenty of slack up at the top that they're not picking up, that you can. 

Kal wasn't that special, going into high-school. She didn't previously show enough of the signs of being unusually honorable and sane beforehand, the kind of signs that start getting Modernity to already bend probability around you. That's no obstacle; if children were born honorable and sane, they could just hire the honorable and sane babies, these are yet probabilities and not absolutes. She conducted herself with honour and sanity, because outputs are the measure, not the inputs. She worked hard to think things faster and get the right answers, and she did okay at this, and she wasn't the best at this.

Kal wasn't that special, when the prediction-markets about where she'd end up with more high-school as opposed to doing the practical things that she could learn to be good at started to plateau. There were slight remaining hopes that she would end up joining the AGI Program or Social Services or Cryonics or the Space Program, and those remaining hopes lost slices of probability, piece by piece, as unexpected good news failed to arrive as expected. Soon they started looking small, and soon they started looking so small that not many of her actions could relevantly change them, below the point where even subsidised the liquidity was worth picking up.

Kal wasn't that special, and none of her actions seemed to be affecting any of the things in the world that she could possibly care about, and, at some point, she stopped being all that motivated to take such causally inefficacious actions. The probabilities hovered from tiny to tiny, because having a dayjob and laying in a bed staring at the ceiling looked about the same. At some point she moved from Star to 00, she must have. 

She didn't feel all that bad about it. It's not usual for a Tetratopian to get more than half a billionth of the credit for the sum total activities of Modernity, and she was one of the usual Tetratopians. Nor did she feel all that good about anything that she could possibly do. At no point did she realise that this was the kind of thing others might consider an emergency; and perhaps it was just that solving the emergency wouldn't have budged the prediction markets she was looking at.

It's not usual for a Tetratopian to get much more than half a billionth of the credit for the sum total activities of Modernity. There are two billion Tetratopians; it can't be usual, credit has to add to one. And being in Star is special, and having ambition is special, and it seems easy to hit that absolute bar of being special. 

Kal wasn't that special, when she started life, not born in the unusually good position that disproportionately many of the people who end up doing great things end up being born into. And that's no obstacle, your impact is what you do and what you are, if you do good actions and believe true things you can be great. There's plenty of slack up at the top that they're not picking up, that you can. 

Kal wasn't that special, going into high-school. She didn't previously show enough of the signs of being unusually honorable and sane beforehand, the kind of signs that start getting Modernity to already bend probability around you. That's no obstacle; if children were born honorable and sane, they could just hire the honorable and sane babies, these are yet probabilities and not absolutes. She conducted herself with honour and sanity, because outputs are the measure, not the inputs. She worked hard to think things faster and get the right answers, and she did okay at this, and she wasn't the best at this.

Kal wasn't that special, when the prediction-markets about where she'd end up with more high-school as opposed to doing the practical things that she could learn to be good at started to plateau. There were slight remaining hopes that she would end up joining the AGI Program or Social Services or Cryonics or the Space Program, and those remaining hopes lost slices of probability, piece by piece, as unexpected good news failed to arrive as expected. Soon they started looking small, and soon they started looking so small that not many of her actions could relevantly change them, below the point where even subsidised the liquidity was worth picking up.

Kal wasn't that special, and none of her actions seemed to be affecting any of the things in the world that she could possibly care about, and, at some point, she stopped being all that motivated to take such causally inefficacious actions. The probabilities hovered from tiny to tiny, because having a dayjob and laying in a bed staring at the ceiling looked about the same. At some point she moved from Star to 00, she must have. 

She didn't feel all that bad about it. It's not usual for a Tetratopian to get much more than half a billionth of the credit for the sum total activities of Modernity, and she was one of the usual Tetratopians. Nor did she feel all that good about anything that she could possibly do. At no point did she realise that this was the kind of thing others might consider an emergency; and perhaps it was just that solving the emergency wouldn't have budged the prediction markets she was looking at.

It's not usual for a Tetratopian to get much more than half a billionth of the credit for the sum total activities of Modernity. There are two billion Tetratopians; it can't be usual, credit has to add to one. And being in City Star is special, and having ambition is special, and it seems easy to hit that absolute bar of being special. 

Kal wasn't that special, when she started life, not born in the unusually good position that disproportionately many of the people who end up doing great things end up being born into. And that's no obstacle, your impact is what you do and what you are, if you do good actions and believe true things you can be great. There's plenty of slack up at the top that they're not picking up, that you can. 

Kal wasn't that special, going into high-school. She didn't previously show enough of the signs of being unusually honorable and sane beforehand, the kind of signs that start getting Modernity to already bend probability around you. That's no obstacle; if children were born honorable and sane, they could just hire the honorable and sane babies, these are yet probabilities and not absolutes. She conducted herself with honour and sanity, because outputs are the measure, not the inputs. She worked hard to think things faster and get the right answers, and she did okay at this, and she wasn't the best at this.

Kal wasn't that special, when the prediction-markets about where she'd end up with more high-school as opposed to doing the practical things that she could learn to be good at started to plateau. There were slight remaining hopes that she would end up joining the AGI Program or Social Services or Cryonics or the Space Program, and those remaining hopes lost slices of probability, piece by piece, as unexpected good news failed to arrive as expected. Soon they started looking small, and soon they started looking so small that not many of her actions could relevantly change them, below the point where even subsidised the liquidity was worth picking up.

Kal wasn't that special, and none of her actions seemed to be affecting any of the things in the world that she could possibly care about, and, at some point, she stopped being all that motivated to take such causally inefficacious actions. The probabilities hovered from tiny to tiny, because having a dayjob and laying in a bed staring at the ceiling looked about the same. At some point she moved from Star to City 00, she must have. 

She didn't feel all that bad about it. It's not usual for a Tetratopian to get much more than half a billionth of the credit for the sum total activities of Modernity, and she was one of the usual Tetratopians. Nor did she feel all that good about anything that she could possibly do. At no point did she realise that this was the kind of thing others might consider an emergency; and perhaps it was just that solving the emergency wouldn't have budged the prediction markets she was looking at.