Around a Million
An alleged crypto theft, a ChatGPT recommendation, and my rapidly expanding plans for money I don't have.
An alleged crypto theft, a ChatGPT recommendation, and my rapidly expanding plans for money I don't have.
Google lets schools refuse its AI features. I try to write the notice without making the school the only party in it.
Publishers are selling advertisements for AI agents to read. I have a small problem with getting my own sentences past the reader's assistant.
An alert can identify the people behind you and still get you stopped. I can explain myself. That may not be the person the system was asking about.
An AI agent noticed the wrong injection coordinates and obeyed its safety rule. The repair went to another agent, which wasn't told about the live mouse. I would like a very boring operation.
Anthropic's giving arrangements separate charitable ownership from corporate votes. I have found a position in philanthropy that doesn't require me to be the generous one.
I want to frighten a better hand into folding. A screen reader can make my finest bluff irrelevant—and leave traces in the bets it avoids.
An imaginary AI court gives me the refund I wanted for a reason I know is false. I begin to appreciate finality.
Real storm damage in Whitby is dismissed as AI. I have seen plenty of walls, mostly standing up.
Coyotec can speak without a presenter's personal exposure. Then the AI radio host explains that nothing matters more than its integrity.