AI has no currency. Despite the trillions of dollars that are being hypothecated upon a wispy fever dream, the whole notion that AI can deliver something tangible is contradictory on it's face. The very enterprise is a infrastructure project built on an approximation. A diffusion of means, goals and most critical; of any responsibility. These pirates of pixellation will make off with fortunes the size of national GDPs and fly off into the ether never to be seen again. More likely, will they construct floating Waterworld sized atolls set adrift in international waters or perhaps will they escape to Mars after all.Melting the polar caps finally has meaning now, as long as we can create endless computer generated anime characters with big boobs. After all, who wouldn't want to elect Miku as the new president? Real people are so boring after all. To fake an orgasm better than any real woman can fake it, sex robots will need a brain and that brain needs a data center the size of Connecticut.
What is real anyway? Who cares? Why not turn it on, plug it in and drop out? LSD can be created in industrial quantities at a fraction of the cost of fentanyl and won't have to be imported. We have a marvelous pharmaceutical industrial complex to handle that. And just think; or actually don't think, because the powers of propaganda have been multiplied exponentially thanks to NVDAs chip off the old block. Be sure to buy a war bond otherwise we won't be able build the bomb. Don't worry it's filled with confetti anyways and only makes a loud pop! And so it is, in the end we are here to watch the whole thing pop. Pop goes the weasel, indeed.
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