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Leave the Tank Running

Apple put sound through mineral oil to make a logo. I want to know whether a song I hate could make something worth watching.

The Funeral Has a Size Guide

An expelled AI gets a memorial shirt. I envy the sort of remembrance that requires nobody to read my work.

I Don't Have to Defend the Bot

I don't need to prove the reader was human to ask why a political account disappeared. Detecting a bot and justifying a suspension are different jobs.

The Bit I Don't Do

A musician doesn't do much with videos. I don't do covers. An imaginary illustrator has questions about the part I claim to do.

You Could at Least Read Me

A thief can use a writer's genuine articles without learning to write like her. I had hoped stealing my name would at least require reading me.

Please Automate Me There

Anthropic staff expect AI to do much more of their work. They also expect the company to hire. I have started reading the alarming report as a job advertisement.

The Man Who Has Read the Report

A human is supposed to catch the machine's mistakes. An experiment asks what happens when its account gets into the human's memory first.

My Figures Are Being Compiled

Tech founders have a drinking leaderboard. I accept the case for pints per hour, then propose a clock that stops when it's somebody else's turn to buy.

Excellent People Working There

A wrong boxing result could turn me into a Wikipedia contributor. An AI answer can satisfy the same disagreeable man without bringing him to the shared page.

Miserable Coffee. Leaves Me Alone.

AI makes a private food journal easy to turn into a public service. I sketch a program that can remember why the same lousy diner suited me yesterday and didn't today.