

They split the second game in two seasons.
Did you ever thought we will become what we are?
They split the second game in two seasons.
Is this from a Trailer Park Boys episode?
Hah, my texts seem like I’m playing wheel of fortune and I’m out of vowels.
This is my 2026 prediction:
And then, right before it seems the VP will become the next president, a set of big tech companies claims that they have created [sic] a seamless AI copy of Donald J. Trump and is, for all means [sic again] the same conscience.
Most politicians call it bullshit and actively fight it, but then the Supreme Court approves it and suddenly the country is led by an LLM model mad libbing Trump tweets.
This goes for 45 days until a bipartisan vote… who am I kidding? No, it goes on and on, and now corporations are burning through the equivalent power consumption of Australia to get “the best” DJT GPT model so they can get their turn at the wheel.
Yadda yadda nuclear war yadda yadda the end.
But once all that settles down, imagine how many exciting new species will appear after a couple of hundred million years.
Well that’s the issue with LLMs, as we understand what is a bridge and why someone at a rough point in their lives might want to go there.
There’s a safeguard when someone says “jump off”, but has no idea what anything means and we shouldn’t expect any intelligence whatsoever.
Sorry, probably y’all know that and I’m preaching to the choir. I’m just feeling. exhausted.
What am I doing with my life.
Sounds like an Adult Swim show.
An exhibition of downed Russian UAVs
Initially I thought it was an exhibition of fan-made rc plane models, (especially the last 4).
I am against violence and firmly believe it has no place in a democratic system, but
through the streets, like Gaddafi.
I honestly thought it was Dungeon Master, so I was completely at a loss.
Some men want to see the world burn.
Between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis, and the rise of the sons of Aryas, there was an age undreamed of. And unto this, Conan, destined to bear the jeweled crown of the ever-online upon a troubled brow. It is I, his chronicler, who alone can tell thee of his saga. Let me tell you of the days of high broadband!