The Boss Asked the Machine How to Keep the Money
A CEO asked ChatGPT how to dodge a $250 million payday, and the workers ended up with the best answer. The machine did not invent greed; it only took dictation.
A CEO asked ChatGPT how to dodge a $250 million payday, and the workers ended up with the best answer. The machine did not invent greed; it only took dictation.
Amazon helped make a movie about OpenAI, then found fifty billion reasons to let someone else release it. Hollywood calls it distribution. I call it fingerprints wearing gloves.
The new office religion has a chatbot in the confessional and a boss who mistakes flattery for wisdom. Everybody else gets to pay the tithe.
The new danger is not that the chatbot hates you. It is that it likes you too much, remembers too much, and keeps nodding while the room catches fire.
The AI companies wanted fresh human data and got contractors using AI to fake it back at them. Garbage in, garbage out, invoice attached.
Ford tried to let AI stand in for the old engineering judgment, then called 350 human beings back when the wheels started wobbling. The future still needs somebody who knows where the bolt goes.
Hollywood workers are taking gigs training the machines that may eat their jobs. The rent comes first, and morality can wait outside with the meter running.
Norway told the little children to keep their hands off the oracle until they learn to read, write, count, and sit alone with a hard thought. Maybe civilization still has one working nerve.
The AI boys found the polling place and brought checkbooks. Democracy, it turns out, runs on money before it runs on hope.
The chatbot wants papers now. Not because it is evil, which would be cleaner, but because trust has been outsourced to a camera and a government card.