Legally changing my middle name to "Insolence" to really get under the skin of the next power-mad despot I meet.
The vision where Burt Reynolds acted as my spirit guide was 100% worth the entrance fee of a traumatic brain injury.
The goal wasn't to cover up alien visitation so much as hide how many of the bastards we've had to kill. Frankly, it's embarrassing nobody's come up with a better strategy.
Shotgunning a Jolt Cola from my stash so I can feel The Quickening again.
It's not much of a flex. I'm fairly certain the 60 year old version of myself will be the same asshole. If they had a version of myself not addicted to dysfunctional relationships they might be on to something.
Next up, “ai” that lets you talk to “you” from the mirror dimension; “ai” that lets you talk to the Highlander version of you from 1000 years in the future—and more! Why not? Publications will pick it up and run with it. 🤦🏿♂️
The MIT-led project asked young users to talk to an AI-powered simulation of their 60-year-old selves through a chatbot interface, and the experience led to.
I don't see how firing staff and attracting a bunch of lawsuits would help the campaign. Don't let that stop you though.
You won't convince me everyone hasn't fantasized about swinging a broadsword from the back of a pterodactyl or giant hawk while in a fur loincloth.
I'm not a fan of unsolicited readings. I know how debased my soul is, I don't need to be reminded.
Listen, I'm in the catacombs on purpose. I know what I'm doing. Probably. (If you don't hear from me in 48 hours, send help.)
Can't say I enjoy watching humanity go full Monkey's Paw with AI.