

My heart bleeds for the precious little pricks. Go get fucked like everybody else without a remotely viable business model.


My heart bleeds for the precious little pricks. Go get fucked like everybody else without a remotely viable business model.


And to you and yours too, Victor. You’re one of the Good Ones. Keep up the good work, buddy.


And speaking of feels, you just made me feel like I made a friend. A virtual friend, perhaps. But a valuable and appreciated friend nonetheless.


Kind of like that, yeah, but with a solid helping of “I tried to warn you idiots two decades ago, and you dismissed me as alarmist” thrown in for good measure.
Present company excluded, obviously.


Not to worry. Give it two or three months of vapid idiots being told what to think by an LLM of their choice, and nobody will know what “Kafkaesque” even means.


This is the Internet, so you guys can’t see my face. Permit me to describe it to you as “unsurprised”.


And there it is. Fuckers.


I’m currently wearing my entirely-unsurprised-face. Look, I’m never going to be an advocate of the dystopic post-capitalistic hellscape of Cyberpunk, but there’s something to be said for a Militech-style severance package.
“I was hoping to reach Anthony Gilchrist on this number,” said Faraday tentatively.
“I’d tell you that I regret to inform you that I just executed Mr. Gilchrist in his office for violations of corporate policy five minutes ago,” replied Meredith Stout smugly, “but then I’d be lying.”
“About executing him?” asked Faraday cautiously.
“About regretting it.”


nasty politics or absolute numeral illiteracy
Or kickbacks from the cloud service providers.


Sure, China. Sure.


“Welcome back to another episode of the premier game-show of the 21st century: ‘What Could Possibly Go Wrong?’ Man, do we have a great one for you guys tonight…”


You’d think she could at least use the term ‘woman’ to avoid coming across as a specialized dominatrix for people with an unfortunate brat fetish.


“Also, find out whatever she’s into and add a reminder to my calendar to send her some of whatever it is on her birthday whenever that is. It’s a ‘she’, right?”


Yeah, I know, I know. Let me amend that to “ironic given the stated aims”.


“Welcome back to this week’s episode of ‘What Could Possibly Go Wrong?’, and, oh boy, do we have a juicy one for you tonight!”


How ironic.


Either way, good luck to you and yours.


Just what the world needs. More realistic slop and difficult to detect deep fakes. /s
It’s a fair point. I have, but that also means I’m at least smart enough to know I’m in the minority.