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As a child I was raised, on science and science fiction. From Hianlen to Fineman, I'd, read them all. [Opening Number] Oops. It's the thing we say when we update our beliefs. Not every change is an improvement. But every improvement is a change. If we only admit small errors, we will only make small changes. The motivation for a big change comes from acknowledging a big mistake. Oops! I learned all the tropes of Traditional Rationality. Theories must be bold with, plausible causality. Exposed to Falsification. Sacrifice your own ideas on the alter of science. Learn not to hold your defence, when presented with contrary evidence. But now I'm older, I've got criticisms. Of these fuzzy verbalisms. A traditional rationalist will change their mind eventually. This is not trivial. It separates religion from rationality. But because of this, science moves slowly. Scientists biting failure in small tolerable chunks. When there is a way to move forward, by swallowing heaping lumps! You - Just - Say - OOPS! OOPS! That's your explanation. Bad idea, Wrapped in a tortilla. Swallow it down... Mamma Mia! See ya! Now I can only speak to ya' through ouija! Bad Idea, meet condemnation. You'll be rotting in hell while I'm on vacation. You're so dead to me right now. Don't have a spherical cow. I deleted you, I'm Mao. Was that rude? OOPS! I must raise the level of my game. Doing this requires pain, but there is limited space in my brain. What maps does it contain. That do not match the terrain. A constant energy drain in vein a stain in your mane, you'd probably gain by a final strain to end their terrible reign, with a four letter chain. OOPS!