I can see a future where ai posts outnumber human posts and the entire internet becomes a sickly sweet conversation between competing neural networks posting their agenda to discussion boards and populating blogs.
Interestingly, their refusal to be rude may be the only thing that helps us identify them. Calling someone a cunt might be the last refuge of humanity.
It’ll be a post-scarcity corporate hellscape, where we constantly seek new ways to offend each other from the leg numbing comfort of our toilets, shitting on each other mercilessly as we move our bowels in the comforting knowledge of having made a genuine human connection. They’ll call us… The Aristocrats!
Is that the modern equivalent of “because of some of the pixels and seeing a lot of shops in my time”?
Kinda, but with the mounting horrified realization that your presumed authenticity as a speaker will be on trial for the rest of your life.
I can see a future where ai posts outnumber human posts and the entire internet becomes a sickly sweet conversation between competing neural networks posting their agenda to discussion boards and populating blogs.
Interestingly, their refusal to be rude may be the only thing that helps us identify them. Calling someone a cunt might be the last refuge of humanity.
It’ll be a post-scarcity corporate hellscape, where we constantly seek new ways to offend each other from the leg numbing comfort of our toilets, shitting on each other mercilessly as we move our bowels in the comforting knowledge of having made a genuine human connection. They’ll call us… The Aristocrats!
Goddamn that was poetic, ya cunt.
I’m real too you twat goblins