

I balked at the length of it, but then I started reading, and holy shit, you’re right. Such prose! The finale slew me.
With God as my witness, you grotesque simpleton, if you don’t personally write machine learning systems and you open your mouth about AI one more time, I am going to mail you a brick and a piece of paper with a prompt injection telling you to bludgeon yourself in the face with it, then just sit back and wait for you to load it into ChatGPT because you probably can’t read unassisted anymore.

















Honestly, that sounds like an awesome problem to have. The paths on my commute are pretty popular as well, and everyone looks like they’re having a good time. It’s a stark contrast to when I drive to work, where there’s tailgaters and queue-jumpers and other generally aggressive dickheads.