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A Great Bartender

Bartender: Cory Clark @ImHardcory Humans performed better on a cognitive task while being observed by a mean robot who insulted their intelligence than while being observed by a nice robot or while not being observed: 60 50 43 ms 40 Non-significant difference (p >.1) 30 Significant differences (p<.05) 20 10 ms 10 5 ms 0 -10 control condition positive interaction negative interaction Fig. 1. Experimental setup and participant performance. (A) We used a Meccanoid15KS animated at a distance by a human operator using two smartphones to control the robot's gestures and speech. In the two presence conditions, the robot was positioned in front of participants (to their right on the edge of their periph eral vision) and watched them 60 % of the time by turning the head according to a pre-established script. (B) The main effect of condition on Stroop performance improve- ment (error bars represent 1 SE) indicates that the positive interaction condition did not differ from the control condition, whereas the negative HRI condition differed from the positive HRI and control conditions averaged (see the Supplementary Materials for detailed statistical analyses). Stroop performance improvement (in ms) Robot Responses Participant's Questions Negative Interaction Positive Interaction a My ideal "perfect" day would be to meet people like you outside to learn new things would constitute What I do not have a "perfect" day for you? "perfect" day, this question does not make sense Name three things you and We have arms, two eyes and we are both nice. We are very different; I do not see апy common your partner appear to have in points between us common I enjoy doing analysis and evaluating For what in your life do you feel most grateful To meet and discuss with people, to have moments of exchanges like this one, all this is very pleasant programs but you would not understand. To be able to have humor, it is difficult for me, the To be able to create If you had to wake up tomorrow having gained a quality or skill, what would it only joke that I know is the story of a robot who other robots to have enters a bar. The bartender asks "What do interesting you be? want to drink? I need something that relaxes me a сonversations. bit". The bartender serves him a screwdriver... Okay, it's not very funny Good times and be able to talk about everything. Complete this sentence: "I This question seems too personal for me to speak with yoи. wish I had someone with whom I could share..." What do you value most inSharing and trust, moreover I think we could friendship? I do not value friendship become friends. If you were going to become a close friend with your I already like him(her) a lot. That I'm bored partner, please share what would be important for him or her to know maxofs2d:
Bartender: Cory Clark
 @ImHardcory
 Humans performed better on a cognitive task while
 being observed by a mean robot who insulted their
 intelligence than while being observed by a nice robot
 or while not being observed:

 60
 50
 43 ms
 40
 Non-significant difference (p >.1)
 30
 Significant differences (p<.05)
 20
 10 ms
 10
 5 ms
 0
 -10
 control condition
 positive interaction
 negative interaction
 Fig. 1. Experimental setup and participant performance. (A) We used a Meccanoid15KS animated at a distance by a human operator using two smartphones
 to control the robot's gestures and speech. In the two presence conditions, the robot was positioned in front of participants (to their right on the edge of their periph
 eral vision) and watched them 60 % of the time by turning the head according to a pre-established script. (B) The main effect of condition on Stroop performance improve-
 ment (error bars represent 1 SE) indicates that the positive interaction condition did not differ from the control condition, whereas the negative HRI condition differed
 from the positive HRI and control conditions averaged (see the Supplementary Materials for detailed statistical analyses).
 Stroop performance improvement (in ms)

 Robot Responses
 Participant's Questions
 Negative Interaction
 Positive Interaction
 a My ideal "perfect" day would be to meet people
 like you outside to learn new things
 would
 constitute
 What
 I do not have a
 "perfect" day for you?
 "perfect" day, this
 question does not make
 sense
 Name three things you and
 We have arms, two eyes and we are both nice.
 We are very different; I
 do not see апy common
 your partner appear to have in
 points between us
 common
 I enjoy doing analysis
 and evaluating
 For what in your life do you
 feel most grateful
 To meet and discuss with people, to have moments
 of exchanges like this one, all this is very pleasant
 programs but you
 would not understand.
 To be able to have humor, it is difficult for me, the
 To be able to create
 If you had to wake up
 tomorrow having gained a
 quality or skill, what would it
 only joke that I know is the story of a robot who
 other robots to have
 enters a bar. The bartender asks "What do
 interesting
 you
 be?
 want to drink? I need something that relaxes me a
 сonversations.
 bit". The bartender serves him a screwdriver...
 Okay, it's not very funny
 Good times and be able to talk about everything.
 Complete this sentence: "I
 This question seems too
 personal for me to
 speak with yoи.
 wish I had
 someone with
 whom I could share..."
 What do you value most inSharing and trust, moreover I think we could
 friendship?
 I do not value
 friendship
 become friends.
 If you were going to become
 a close friend with your
 I already like him(her) a lot.
 That I'm bored
 partner, please share what
 would be important for him or
 her to know
maxofs2d:

maxofs2d:

Bartender: thejorie: xilast-zurvifferman: thejorie: jackbecq: thejorie: 19leahjade96: thejorie: madamekagamine: thejorie: gccgrimm: thejorie: gucciballs: thejorie: peble: thejorie: My three girlfriends.And yes, they smoke weed. do they smoke weed? Yes, actually. you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette? It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,) They don’t look like they smoke weed. Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad. Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle. I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING  Well that escalated quickly…… What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body* haha oh my god who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes. love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”. and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”. “the goo pile that is now your body” i’m dying over here, jesus please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun. *shoots you dead* Heh, idiot…*leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.* this dude playin omg  Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still  at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you.  I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.*Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
Bartender: thejorie:

xilast-zurvifferman:

thejorie:

jackbecq:

thejorie:

19leahjade96:

thejorie:

madamekagamine:

thejorie:

gccgrimm:

thejorie:

gucciballs:

thejorie:

peble:

thejorie:

My three girlfriends.And yes, they smoke weed.

do they smoke weed?

Yes, actually.

you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette? 

It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)

They don’t look like they smoke weed.

Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.

Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.

I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING 

Well that escalated quickly……

What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*

haha oh my god

who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.

love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.

and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.

“the goo pile that is now your body”

i’m dying over here, jesus

please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.

*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot…*leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*

this dude playin omg 

Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still  at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you.  I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.*Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*

thejorie: xilast-zurvifferman: thejorie: jackbecq: thejorie: 19leahjade96: thejorie: madamekagamine: thejorie: gccgrimm: thejor...

Bartender: Rose Bud Follow @MiamiBud2 So I was at a party yesterday and some guy tried to drug me but me being the brilliant, sharp and quick person I am I noticed right away, went to the bathroom threw it down the sink and left Follow @Geuice301 I think as men, we all need to agree that if we see a nigga drop any type of drugs in somebody drink we just need to administer a collective ass whoopin. Rose Bud @MiamiBud2 So I was at a party yesterday and some guy tried to drug me but me being the brilliant, sharp and quick person I am I noticed right away, went to the bathroom threw it down the sink and left Show this thread 10:04 AM 25 May 2019 131,383 Retweets 358,681 Likes ravensnowstudio: dirkdigglr1: niggazinmoscow: Take care of yourself. And don’t trust strangers easily— it might be lethal! Being a girl is scary in so many ways. Yeah it can happen to men, but cmon they see females as an easier target. I agree on this corrective asswhoopin If you see this, don’t just sneakily tell the woman or the bartender. Shout for everyone to hear “Hey, you just put something in that drink!” While pointing at the person.  If a predator misses target number one they’ll just go for target 2. If you shame them out of the bar they’ll never come back. And there is a solid chance of a collective asswhoopin, or an actual arrest for attempted rape. When in doubt, make the biggest scene you can.
Bartender: Rose Bud
 Follow
 @MiamiBud2
 So I was at a party yesterday and some
 guy tried to drug me but me being the
 brilliant, sharp and quick person I am I
 noticed right away, went to the
 bathroom threw it down the sink and left

 Follow
 @Geuice301
 I think as men, we all need to agree that
 if we see a nigga drop any type of drugs
 in somebody drink we just need to
 administer a collective ass whoopin.
 Rose Bud @MiamiBud2
 So I was at a party yesterday and some guy tried to drug
 me but me being the brilliant, sharp and quick person I am
 I noticed right away, went to the bathroom threw it down
 the sink and left
 Show this thread
 10:04 AM 25 May 2019
 131,383 Retweets
 358,681 Likes
ravensnowstudio:
dirkdigglr1:

niggazinmoscow:
Take care of yourself. And don’t trust strangers easily— it might be lethal! Being a girl is scary in so many ways. Yeah it can happen to men, but cmon they see females as an easier target.

I agree on this corrective asswhoopin

If you see this, don’t just sneakily tell the woman or the bartender. Shout for everyone to hear “Hey, you just put something in that drink!” While pointing at the person. 
If a predator misses target number one they’ll just go for target 2. If you shame them out of the bar they’ll never come back.
And there is a solid chance of a collective asswhoopin, or an actual arrest for attempted rape.
When in doubt, make the biggest scene you can.

ravensnowstudio: dirkdigglr1: niggazinmoscow: Take care of yourself. And don’t trust strangers easily— it might be lethal! Being a girl...

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