• morto@piefed.socialEnglish
    6·
    4 hours ago

    AI is really a self induced psychosis. Imagine deliberately wanting to hear voices…

  • Evil_Shrubbery@thelemmy.clubEnglish
    3·
    5 hours ago

    So … it’s not enough to cut off/guillotine the heads if AI folk, you have to recycle their possessions trash as well.
    Ok.

  • Old Sage Rick@lemmy.zipEnglish
    9·
    11 hours ago

    I for one am fully for the development of the earrings. The we will have people marking themselves as stupid akin to frogs being bright coloured to say that they are poisonous.

    • Damage@feddit.itEnglish
      7·
      11 hours ago

      We already can easily tell stupid people apart, it doesn’t help that much

    • Rothe@piefed.socialEnglish
      2·
      9 hours ago

      I don’t think having a sycophantic voice in their ear, always encouraging them to go with all of their whims, non-violent as well as violent, is a good idea.

  • Zgierwoj@lemmy.blahaj.zoneEnglish
    1·
    9 hours ago

    In a different world this could be somewhat interesting. Or maybe even in this world, but in half a milenium, maybe. Can’t imagine what we got rn ever outperforming a phone with a Bluetooth earbud

  • NigelFrobisher@aussie.zoneEnglish
    2·
    11 hours ago

    Bono has now moved across the stage, following me to my seat, and he’s staring into my eyes, kneeling at the edge of the stage, wearing black jeans (maybe Gitano), sandals, a leather vest with no shirt beneath it. His body is white, covered with sweat, and it’s not worked out enough, there’s no muscle tone and what definition there might be is covered beneath a paltry amount of chest hair. He has a cowboy hat on and his hair is pulled back into a ponytail and he’s moaning some dirge—I catch the lyric “A hero is an insect in this world” — and he has a faint, barely noticeable but nonetheless intense smirk on his face and it grows, spreading across it confidently, and while his eyes blaze, the backdrop of the stage turns red and suddenly I get this tremendous surge of feeling, this rush of knowledge and my own heart beats faster because of this and it’s not impossible to believe that an invisible cord attached to Bono has now encircled me and now the audience disappears and the music slows down, gets softer, and it’s just Bono onstage … I hear it, can actually feel, can even make out the letters of the message hovering above Bono’s head in orange letters: “I… am… the devil… and I am… just like you…” And then everyone, the audience, the band, reappears and the music slowly swells up and Bono, sensing that I’ve received the message