Ian Malcolm: your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could, they didn’t stop to— Tech bros: oh sorry, while you were talking we taught the T-Rex how to use a gun. What were you saying?
There is no amount of warning you can give people that will prevent those people from screaming “why didn’t anyone warn us?” when the thing you warned them about happens exactly as you warned them it would.
People are mocking his swollen ankles and splotchy hand, but imagine having a heart and mind so awful that even your own blood is trying to get as far away from them as possible
Reporter: what are you going to do to keep your data centers from destroying the planet? Tech bros: we have a robust set of ambitious strategies to— Reporter: *shoots dart full of truth serum into their necks* Tech bros: oh god, nothing, nothing at all. You’re fucked, obviously, but we’ll all be fine, so we absolutely don’t care. Not at all. If we could cool our racks for less money by liquefying your pets, we would absolutely do it. You got a cat? You look like you got a cat. Gimme your cat.
Planet: getting very hot around here you know People who could fix it: I’M SORRY WHAT I CANT HEAR YOU THROUGH ALL MY MONEY Planet: Are you burning People who could fix it: HELL YES I AM EARNING
I have a fantasy where on day one of class I go in, put my feet on the table, take out my phone, and say “hey everyone we’re using AI for everything this term so I’m just gonna hang out and do other work. Due dates are on the syllabus but honestly submit whatever whenever, doesn’t really matter.” And then I go OH DO YOU FEEL CHEATED AND LIKE THIS CLASS IS A WASTE OF YOUR TIME? DO YOU? DO YOU?!
Kid lost a tooth! Do we think the Tooth Fairy operates in a market economy where they’re selling the teeth on at a significant markup, or is the money summoned out of the ether as a meaningless token for silly humans?
I don’t get it. I just don’t. If I had a billion dollars the world would just never hear from me again. Like yeah I’ll set up a Wayne Foundation or something, but me, personally? I’m out. I’m gone. I’m a Seth-shaped hole in the wall and a vapor trail.
Me: ok air conditioner, it’s gonna be tough week. I believe in you. We’re going to have to work hard, but together we’ll make it A/C: what if, instead of that, I leak water through your floor, warp some boards, ruin the paint, and cost you $600 for an emergency plumber at around 10 tonight Me: A/C: also Satan says hi
Taking a synagogue tour and the membership person assured me, unprompted, that all the exterior windows were recently upgraded with ballistic glazing. So.