I’m pretty sure the hand problem will be fixed, all right… while breaking the planet we live in a little more in the trade.
This entire Rube Goldbergian machine complex spends so much electricity and demands so much water and expels so much pollution just to try to convincingly trick us into believing it’s real, all because that’s the mandate of the owners of the damn things, and what’s expected from the slop hogs at this point.
Asking someone to paint a picture might involve paying a worker. Fuuuuuuck that, this is THE FUTURE.
It’s completely sick, capitalism’s obsession with cutting labor out of production taken somewhere I don’t even know how to say mean things about.
On the plus side, though, I’m increasingly confident that my fears of these fucks perfecting terminators, wiping out the working class, and living eternally in their little New Zealand technobunkers served by a world of robots is unfounded. These toolbags have no idea what they’re doing, or they’re all trying to convince everyone else that it’s not a grift long enough to cash out.
Looking from the outside in, making an elaborate guessing machine that narrows down what the user wanted in the first place (minus the inconvenient workers) by doing a cryptocurrency style massive waste of energy that makes a lot of waste carbon is such an insidiously apocalyptic idea that it’d have been brilliant and fun fiction if we weren’t living it right now.
I’m pretty sure the hand problem will be fixed, all right… while breaking the planet we live in a little more in the trade.
This entire Rube Goldbergian machine complex spends so much electricity and demands so much water and expels so much pollution just to try to convincingly trick us into believing it’s real, all because that’s the mandate of the owners of the damn things, and what’s expected from the slop hogs at this point.
Asking someone to paint a picture might involve paying a worker. Fuuuuuuck that, this is THE FUTURE.
It’s completely sick, capitalism’s obsession with cutting labor out of production taken somewhere I don’t even know how to say mean things about.
On the plus side, though, I’m increasingly confident that my fears of these fucks perfecting terminators, wiping out the working class, and living eternally in their little New Zealand technobunkers served by a world of robots is unfounded. These toolbags have no idea what they’re doing, or they’re all trying to convince everyone else that it’s not a grift long enough to cash out.
Looking from the outside in, making an elaborate guessing machine that narrows down what the user wanted in the first place (minus the inconvenient workers) by doing a cryptocurrency style massive waste of energy that makes a lot of waste carbon is such an insidiously apocalyptic idea that it’d have been brilliant and fun fiction if we weren’t living it right now.