We won’t get fooled again!
So sang the asshole (Roger Daltrey) who backed Brexit all the way, like james woods backs hashtag-maga. The way Tila Tequila was a staunch flat-Earther!
Then get a load of this: post-Brexit, Daltrey bitching and whining about the new rules and regulations, taxes and fees to pay for playing in mainland, EU-Europe!
I prefer the term synthetic information.
Ash is a goddamn robot!
Bishop prefers “synthetic person”! Hey fellas, get a load of this guy!
Brainrot.
Or if I’m texting with a friend and he spews out some detailed but iffy factoid I ask him - “did you just consult the goddamned oracle?”, there’s a certain flavor of AI hallucination, even in the very top Google result.
Remember when Google search was good? I do. Tis’ but a faint memory now, yet it lingers.
'Tis also a disturbing place, m’lord, pregnant with a wordless dread that seems to seep into the very marrow of any and all good, God-fearing vessels such as we.
There was this one time I was looking for the matches, and they were in my hand. What I can’t remember is if I had the matches in my hand the whole time, or if I found them, grabbed them and kept on looking for them.
Is this LOSS?
Loss of the symmetric crystal structure!
You were expecting the storm god of the Sinai desert, maybe?
Or films from Spain. They whisper in a mumbled accent, then all of a sudden they start SCREAMING at each other.
Fascinating. I don’t understand a thing. It’s such a completely different sensibility and narrative style to what we see now.
The one comic strip from that era that I can find something somewhat familiar to latch on to is Krazy Kat.
I don’t care who this asshole is, but whoever it is, one phrase comes to mind,
Fake christian, fake as A.I.