This is why wagies can be blessings and curses. They're lightly power-tripping and you can tell it. They're so shit-scared some nigga lightly clothed is packing some bazooka or some shit

:^) I will get a picture next time I encounter these fucking things. My skin already fucking CRAWLS when i see how my face is recorded in Ultra HD no matter where you check out, and also the same thing in fucking like 1/3 of the isles

I totally get it too.

I don't like it when my picture is taken or if i'm being recorded. I'm a little self conscious but also - I don't want my face being leaked out on the internet or to people I don't trust nor even know.

I don't blame you for being weirded out by the robots, if i saw that shit would try and avoid em

Thanks, I never consented to this. Thanks, I never consented to this. Thanks, I never consented to this. Thank you Wal-Mart, I never wanted to become a fucking item you list to advertisers.

Calm down you act like theyre gonna use your face for advertisements

What's creepier, Getting your picture taken and getting it used for advertisements or robots judging you and marking you as sus while at the same time tracking every little thing down to the fucking paths you take through the store.

I dont want to be fucking followed around while a robo-nig takes notes on me and sells it to his overlords

What ever you say alex jones

No, I'd be going alex jones if i was saying they *don't*.

Have you considered this is a night time only thing used to make sure no one is robbing shit

Because I've never seen.these dystopian mother fuckers during the day

At all

<:sam:550157072306667531> I dunno, I may not be as paranoid as you, but it does seem like you're over-extending thought here. I doubt the robots actually remember you exactly, I doubt they'll remember anybody they come across. I'm certain the robot's objective is to keep the store well managed and maintained if a lack of human staff is nearby.

As Temp said as well, people may be relatively on edge because it is near closing and people may try to act a bit sneaky by stealing things later in the day. Of course you may never steal anything, but the thought is always on their mind. They don't know who you are, nor do they care. They just want to make sure you don't cause any issues with them, vice-versa.

The robots don't remember you exactly but i guarantee you if you walk around in the store and then make a purchase with a card the purchases and shopping habits are combined and entered into a database, and if the same card is used, it gets added to the same entry. **He wasn't citing theft.** No, the robots dont remember you, but the data they can collect can be entered into a database, which *does* know who you are. Most likely what they would be collecting is walking paths and items bought, because the data is *extremely* useful in genetic algorithms that decide what to put where, at a bare minimum.

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This goes for every store and every place, my boy. I think you're genuinely paranoid.

Do me a favor fam, start getting paranoid about these robots if you see them during the day or ifnthey start arming them

Alright, Maybe, but still. That's an understandable viewpoint, but when you see it yourself and shit and you experience what I did, I might have had a little reason to get over-paranoid.

They are around 24/7

Or, over-thinking things. Over-protective over your personal being. That just can't happen.

If a robot were to take you to account, they would only do it to manage the store specifically. If a large amount of people went left, and not right, the robots would mark this down and the staff would put the more delectable items on the left side, not the right.

Bruh. I had cps breathing down my families neck for 4 months and even I'm not this paranoid

I don't mean to sound as if i'm attacking you, Steave, because i'm most certainly not. I'm trying to gauge myself here in your debacle civilly.

Im understanding you.

Get help fam, and get off pol

I dont even browse pol and have not for months

I only go there if someone sends me a thread maybe (6 times in the last year) and i dont scroll

I'd be glad to record and take pictures every time i go, because im sure this is not a common thing, but I *Garuntee* you its happening here. Maybe it's just a randomly selected store to test-run this shit. I dont know.

Political things aren't usually the problem. From what i'm picking up is, without a doubt, Steave is paranoid of his own personal identity, and how it may be used, abused, and exploited, at the cost of his own personal welfare. Which isn't too far from the realm of possibility, given the fact that there has been a shooting in one of their establishments. Maybe the bots are checking him over to make sure they know who he is in-case he DOES steal something.

At the end of the day, I don't believe your paranoia will gain fruit. Seriously. I don't mean it to dismay the fact, because it might be true, however highly unlikely given what Walmart does with their data.

I advise you just sit back and relax, Steave. Take a breather and just enjoy the day until it's gone. Paranoia is a tough thing to tackle, and minister, but i'm certain you can fix it.

I dont like the thought of giving up my privacy.

If I give in my privacy, i cease to exist outside of the barriers of the data they have.

Any physical aspect therefore is only an extension of the data they have, rather than the data being a extension of oneself.

To give up one's privacy and sacredness of oneself is ceasing to exist.

You're no longer autonomous, due to the machine of Predictive Marketing being able to soon predict your every move, your every purchase. You just turn into a dog with a piece of meat dangling in front of it, embracing that the meat controls where you go, rather than trying to look away and see the world for what it is from your *own* perspective.

Another complicated fallacy that holds together the fragility of my own sanity.

Maybe i'll move on to something else, but i'll still be fooling myself if i belive this illusion known as control.

Once sanctity of control is lost within my mind, I'll fully dissapear. My personality will cease to exist, really.

I've come close to that before, and it's not bliss. It's just pain that you learn to endure, and the wound never heals.

Does it really matter what I say? Should I even rely on a re-assuring response, or a cold denial to define the terms of reality i've set upon myself?